Chapter 3
The rest of the night was peaceful for Hermione with no nightmares. In fact, she was in such a deep sleep she slept through her alarm which as an assassin she has never done for fear of repercussions.
2-year-old Mia had slept through the wake-up call in the Red Room. She was dragged to a dark room. It looked cold, uninviting like a dungeon.
Then she noticed the chains. She was dragged towards them and her arms were locked into the shackles so she was hanging from the ceiling. Now as a 2 year she was nowhere near touching the floor so rather than the punishment of whipping, which she was first given at 5, she was beaten harshly left with a broken rib, a sprained wrist, and multiple bruises. All for missing the alarm.
When she had awoken 10 minutes after her alarm went off she had got up immediately and got dressed. By the time she went down to the common room and met Harry and Ron, she had schooled her features into her bright cheerful smile, when she was anything but, and left for the Great Hall with them by her side.
Entering the Great Hall the trio of friends sat down to have breakfast. Hermione became lost in thought about why she was having more trouble with holding back her memories of the past that she did not notice the Great Hall filling or the mail owls swooping in till her owl with the daily prophet landed in front of her.
She quickly paid the owl and retrieved her copy of the daily prophet. What she saw on the cover nearly made her gasp in shock...