In The Dungeon

A/N: I went back over this and noticed that it sucked so I went back and changed it. Anyway tell me what you think. Comment, Vote. :)

A/N 2: I would like to thank everyone who has read this and is waiting patiently (hopefully) for me to update it. Well, you are in luck! I am going to fix the chapters that this story already has and will hopefully have new chapters up soon!

A/N 3 (Hopefully the final one): I went back and read the story and didn't like how I had it. So, I am going through it and changing things to, I hope a better version of this. I HAVE NOT ABANDONED THIS I SOLEMNLY SWEAR!! I have unpublished all the other chapters because with the way they are written they may or may not fit to how I am hoping this story will write itself. Thank you everyone for still staying with this even though I know it has been awhile. But, I am someone who will stay with their stories always...

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It's been a while since I have been here. Where here is exactly seems to be the question doesn't? It's cold and dark and I can hear water dripping in a puddle somewhere farther down from me. The apparent cell I am in is made of stone and bars line one side of the small little, cramped space I occupied. 

The last thing I can remember is walking back towards Hogwarts from Hogsmeade. It was the weekend before everyone leaves for Winter holidays, and since I would be staying at Hogwarts, I had spent the day with Harry, Ron, and Ginny roaming around just trying to be a normal teenager and not someone who has to constantly save their best friends. The day was almost over and I was tired, so I decided to head back on my own and that was when everything went black.

                                                                                     ~DH~

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that I didn't have my wand. So, I knew it wasn't some sick prank that someone was pulling on me. I was in a cell to myself but I didn't let the thought that I was the only one down here linger in my head. This has happened before, true I wasn't alone when we were captured by snatchers, but non-the-less still happened. I shouldn't really be surprised it has happened to me now, with everything that has happened in the last year, but I was. everything was becoming quiet in the Wizarding World now the Voldemort was defeated, with only the occasional Death Eater being spotted. 

I walked over to the bars and tried to glance out and see if I could notice anything but the hall was completely black save the one small torch at the very end that seemed like it was just a flicker. I filed that away for future thought: farthest away, must be trying to hide me not just from the world finding out where I am, but from others who are here. 

I decided to take another look around hoping that I could find something that could either tell me who had me or that who had captured me had left something of mine behind. Sadly, my captors were good and nothing had been left. Even my shoe-strings were gone. If I wasn't in trouble I probably would have laughed at how muggle it was. 

Before I knew what was happening, light filled the area and I was blinded and once again everything was black.

                                                                                    ~DH~ 

For a week, at least I think it was a week based on my waking/sleeping pattern, the same thing kept happening and every time I came back and woke up I couldn't remember what had happened the day before. Honestly, that worried me more than being captured. They were messing with my mind and they seem like the people who do not seem to care if they mess someone up, considering the high possibility they are Death Eaters. I just do not know what they are looking for. There isn't anything that I could give that could be beneficial if they are looking for information about Harry that isn't in the papers now.

                                                                                    ~DH~

The second week came with new developments from the same routine. I finally heard muttering down the hall from me. Hoping I could see someone, I stood up and went to the bars and tried to glance out but I couldn't make anything out. I sighed and went back over to where I was. My head for the past couple days had been starting to hurt whenever I woke up in the mornings and I will be the first to admit, be it to myself, that I was terrified. I don't know the side effects of having your memory erased everyday, but I could be having effects from the things I do not remember happening. They could be doing anything to me and- I quickly let that thought go. I would know if they had done that.

                                                                                   ~DH~

I was starting to get scared, lonely, starving, and tired and just wanted to go home. There is only so much that one person can take. I just want to go back to school and see my friends, the people I considered my family. 

I got pulled out of my thoughts by shuffling near the end of the hall. In the three weeks I have been here everyone who had come down here had been so quiet that I never knew they were here. Either this person didn't care they were being heard or they wanted to be heard. I ran up to the bars and tried to glance out, maybe finally I could see something, and this time I saw a flash of blonde hair. 

I could have swore they were looking at me before the person was gone and it sounded like they were running away. I only knew a couple of people with blonde hair and I had the fleeing thought that maybe I was finally going to get help, but I once again let the thought go. I didn't want to lose the hope I had left.

                                                                                   ~DH~

So, that is my last couple of weeks. I figure you already know who I am, but if you do not, I am Hermione Granger. I have been kidnapped and I am starting to lose hope.