Hermione
Chapter one
Hermione
Hermione felt so stupid! She hadn't seen the second set of death eaters when she fought the ones who were trying to take her, if she had she would have not been caught.
As it stands now she had been hit with a disarming spell and knocked unconscious by one of the two death eaters who had arrived secretly.
When Hermione woke up she was in a carriage, she wasn't alone, there were several other people with her all seated heads down not looking at any of the occupants with them.
Hermione sat up trying to rub her head were she had been hit when she noticed the cuffs on her wrists, magic repelling cuffs, she couldn't even do wandless magic clenching her fist in anger she tried to look outside to see if she knew where she was but like the carriage it was dark she guessed they put a charm on it to stop them seeing outside.
Hermione had been on the run since Harry, her best friend, had died. The battle of Hogwarts hadn't gone well. Harry had left the group to take on Voldemort alone but when they were told the war was over it wasn't because Harry had won. Harry Potter was dead, being carried by a chained hagrid hermione was in shock, ginny was screaming trying to get to him but held back by Ron and her father.
Neville had tried to keep the fight going his speech about Harry was heartfelt and lovely but it wasn't enough without the boy who lived the resistance crumbled. Hermione was glad the apparition wards had been lifted because all Voldemort did was wave his hand and chaos insued, death eaters attacked sending unforgivables left and right some managed to escape but most were captured.
Hermione had escaped landing at her family's old ruined home she gathered what she could such as clothes and food and left, she remained in the forests away from people she read what was happening muggles killed left and right by death eaters, muggleborns taken in the night never seen again, there was a resistance lead by Kingsley but it was small unable to fight back against the horrors happening around them.
Most went into the hiding like she had, Ron, Ginny, even some Slytherins didn't want to be a part of what was happening.
Hermione had been running for near enough a year when she was caught and now she was in a carriage to Merlin knows where.
Hermione wasn't sure how long they had been travelling but soon enough the carriage came to an abrupt halt causing the occupants to fall into each other or into the side of the carriage. Hermione hit her head hard on the wall and winced, forgetting her hands were cuffed and tried to massage it.
There were shouts, she couldn't understand what was being said but soon the door opened and a bright light shone through. Hermione and many others winced at it's harsh brightness trying to cover their eyes to no avail.
“Out now!” Someone barked out, Hermione saw as everyone scrambled out she waited until it was safe to do so, others had fallen and were stood on in their haste to not be hurt or killed.
Hermione was one of the last to leave she managed to stay upright when her feet landed on the ground, wincing she looked around.
It was dirty, mud was everywhere she saw people digging in it, others moving things by hand large watch towers loomed over those working as death eaters in uniforms minus the masks walked around barking orders or throwing a crucio at one of the prisoners.
Hermione didn't want to say it but this reminded her of the camps in world war two World War II, Auschwitz and others that kept and killed Jews on a daily basis.
Just beyond her view were rows and rows of what looked like barracks she gulped based on how many were here she knew it was exactly like those camps in terms of how crowded they would be.
“Line up don't make me ask twice,” the same death eater as before grunted, his wand pointed ready to exact horrific torture to those who didn't obey.
The group shuffled and formed a line Hermione was in the middle of it as Dolohov made his way towards them smirking.
“Dolohov,” Hermione whispered to herself she remembered him, she had a scar across her chest that made sure she didn't forget.
Dolohov was tall his wand tucked in its holster as he paced back and forth looking at them taking in all their faces until he reached Hermione's; his sick smirk deepened and he made his way towards her.
Hermione noticed others moving away from her slightly the closer he got she didn't flinch, she didn't look at the ground she stood tall despite the fear running through her.
“Well, well if it isn't Potter's mudblood,” he spat the word right in her face as she fought the urge to wipe his spit. “The dark lord will be pleased when I tell him” he stepped back. “Crucio.” Wandlessly he cast the curse.
Hermione fell to her knees screaming as the curse tore through her, her mouth filled with blood after she had bitten her tongue too hard. The torture lasted a minute when Dolohov released the curse tutting to himself.
“Get them processed Nott and put into a barrack I will assign jobs tomorrow for them.” With that he walked away.
Hermione still on the ground was forced to her feet, when she looked up she saw Theo Nott standing in front of her. Her eyes widened. She remembered him, he was a Slytherin in her year, one of the Sacred Twenty- Eight not as much of an arsehole as some of his friends.
One of the other death eaters looked down at her his lip curling in disgust. He looked at the two prisoners nearest to her “pick her up” he barked out
Two prisoners took each of her arms and walked with her as they were taken to be processed.
Once she was able to stand on her own she was left the two prisoners who helped her walked off each being sat on a stool in front of what looked like other prisoners.
Hermione was next when she sat down she hadn't looked at who was in front of her.
“Hermione,” a familiar voice whispered.
Looking up she saw a beaten and sickly Neville staring right at her.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he whispered, clearly annoyed she had been taken. He took her arm and pulled out a knife.
“I…” Hermione couldn't talk, she was so shocked she thought Neville had gotten away that he was part of the resistance.
Neville pointed the blade into her skin “I'm sorry.” Before she could ask why he carved into her arm, Hermione was shocked as he used it to write “mudblood." When she looked at him the unshed tears in his eyes told her he didn't want this, he was being forced to mutilate people for their sick satisfaction.
Once the word was written a death eater grabbed her hair pulling her out of the seat throwing her to the others who had been marked snarling the word ‘filth’ as he did so.
Hermione watched as prisoner after prisoner was marked different worlds for different offences, she watched Neville with every word he wrote he could see his body getting heavier his face was almost unrecognisable his eye swollen shut his face covered in bruises or cuts, the clothes he wore were baggy on him. Upon closer inspection she noticed they were the clothes worn by those who were imprisoned in Azkaban.
Hermione thought that ironic considering most of the bigger death eaters had served time in said prison after the first fall of Voldemort.
A group of death eaters surrounded her group pushing them to move, those who didn't move fast enough were pushed to the ground beaten with kicks and stamps then hauled up and dragged by their arms in the same direction the rest of the group were going.
The path they were on was made of stones, it crunched under their feet as they moved., Barrack after barrack past them, looks around when she could Hermione noticed the wards set up around the camp, it must have been how they kept everyone else knowing what was happening here.
Voldemort wasn't stupid, He was charismatic he could get a crowd to believe every word he told them, when Hermione was about to get a paper whether muggle or magic, his propaganda worked like a charm to the muggles they just explained it was new work opportunities for those less fortunate and for the rest of the magical world he had staged an uprising with muggleborns wanting more power from purebloods.
If she was being honest, Hermione was impressed how he could get an entire world to believe something so stupid took skill.
The walk didn't last much longer as they came to a stop outside a barrack, it was dark coloured very mundane with small windows near the roof. Next to the door was the number 14 in big white letters Hermione shuddered to think how many of these things there were.
“This is where you will sleep line up so we can put your cuff on you” a death eater shouted loudly so they could all hear. One by one they formed a line as the death eaters took off the magical restraints and put in place a bangle made of metal.
‘This is going to make things harder’ Hermione thought to herself, with their magic restrained they won't be able to cast wandless magic or touch a wand at all she knew these things caused a jolt of pain through your body a bit like the unforgivable it was made after.
Hermione's was soon taken off and the bangle put in place she looked at it, it was plain nothing special but she felt the runes that must be engraved into it to keep their magic contained.
“A bell will chime when it's time for work you will get food tomorrow” with that the guard turned walking away as the group shuffled into the barrack.
Once inside Hermione saw rows of beds it was exactly Like the camps the Germans used when they took the Jews, it slept three to a bed no bedding or mattresses just hard wood.
Between the beds were benches three to be exact. Hermione found a bunk and sat down two other girls joined her both looking scared.
“Your Hermione Granger!” One whispers as others heard her name. Hermione blushed “you can get us out of this” their face seemed to shine with hope.
“I…” Hermione began she didn't want to dash her hopeful expression but Hermione couldn't get them out of this.
“The order must have sent her” another one called out. Hermione looked at the new speaker and looked shocked it was Susan bones.
“Why are you here?” Hermione asked her remembering she wasn't a muggleborn witch, Susan sighed pushing a lock of hair out of her face before she spoke checking no guards had walked in.
“They don't just take muggleborns Hermione” Everyone in the room watched the pair some looked confused and Hermione could only guess they were not English and so couldn't understand what was being said “they take anyone opposed to the new regime.”
Hermione gasped, whilst it wasn't a stretch that they would take anyone who didn't align with their views she had believed they would only go after those who they thought stole their magic. Susan was a half blood but then Hermione remembered who her Aunt was Amelia Bones head of the DMLE a fierce woman who many believed could take the dark lord on in a duel and come out of it alive.
“I am so sorry Susan” Hermione began not sure how else she could help the girl.
Before Susan could reply the door opened and a guard walked in with a floating box followed them, most huddled in the corner, but Hermione and Susan stood their ground watching as they dropped the box.
“You will change curfew starts now” with that they left, the group walked slowly to the box opening it, inside were azkaban uniforms, each girl took a set slowly getting changed and putting their other clothes in a pile. A house elf appeared taking the clothes and not even looking at them as the popped back out.
Hermione sat back down on her bed Susan following suit “This is going to be bad” was all Hermione whispered as Susan nodded in agreement