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Two Steps From Hell	By : ThePhantomPixie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Viktor Views: 9507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter®™. All Characters and Locations belong to J.K. Rowling. All original character are products of the author, as is the premise and plot. I make no money from this

Chapter List
- 1-Freedom Fighters
- 2-Prelude to a Nightmare
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Disclaimer

I do not own Harry Potter®™. All Characters and Locations belong to J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., Bloomsbury, and Scholastic respectively. All original character are products of the author, as is the premise and plot. Copyright infringement is not intended and I make no money from posting this story.

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The inside of their cell was nothing more than stone walls and a rough floor. Although she doubted that much luxury would have been given to the prisoners the dungeon kept. Her eyes scanned her surroundings furiously, looking for any sign of weakness whether in the stone or the ground, the bars or the door hinges. Anything. But there was nothing. Her friends had long since tired themselves to exhaustion and fell asleep. She couldn’t imagine how they had not stayed awake like herself. She would neverallow herself to sleep in somewhere like this. Where the second her guard was down she could be murdered in cold blood. Taken away from her friends. The key to survival she had always known was staying in a group. The worst always happened when they were singled out. The deaths of their friends and fellow students all happened because they were singled out and not surrounded by their fellow fighters. “Wake up … Please.” She whispered, shaking her friends by their shoulders and noting how drained they look. Emotionless, faces pale and gaunt. Ron was the worst, his hair once a vibrant red now lay limp, almost grey atop his head. And Harry … Poor Harry. His face littered with tiny scratches given to him by the ground he now lay on. The scar angry and red on his forehead serving as a constant reminder as to why she had to keep her wits about her. She would not fail them. She would get them out of here. Even if she couldn’t herself. Harry needed to be the one to kill The Dark Lord.

Groaning, Hermione rose to her knees and wobbled. The unsteadiness caused only by her lack of strength. She was determined to succeed. “Alohomora!” She whispered, wand less and without her item of centering she knew that it would be far more difficult to cast even the most basic of spells. But she was Hermione Granger. She was known as the Brightest Witch of her Age. She could not let something like this stop her. “C’mon. Work!” She said, gritting her teeth and shuffling forward. She raised her wand arm up and pointed at the latch of the door, knowing from her previous escape attempts that it was magically sealed shut. “Alohomora … Alohomora! … Alohomora!” Over and over she spoke the incantation, willing the door to open. But with no change. She sagged back against her heels and sighed. Raising a hand to her face and rubbing her tired eyes. She would not fail. She would not fail. She would no-

“Well what do we have here? An attempted escapee? Oh how quaint.” A voice mocked from outside her cell. Squinting her eyes against the new flood of light that came from behind the figure, she tried to make them out. Although upon looking back, she should have known the voice well enough to understand where she was. ”Oh don’t stop on my account, child. I do so enjoy watching the prisoners tire themselves out. Your friends seem to have gotten the idea. All I have to do is wait for you to drift off … and my fun can begin.” The low bass of the voice caused her to shiver. But she would never admit to being afraid. Never. It was not something she easily accepted – fear.

“Go to hell!” Hermione spat, glaring up from the floor as she felt her legs ache and cry out in pain from her knelt position.

“Oh it wont be me going to hell, child. Trust me. You are Two Steps from it right now. That is all. Two Steps from hell. And there is no. Way. Back.” His heavy punctuation over those words chilled her to the bone.

“Malfoy! She wants the girl … now.” A second voice hissed from behind the figure.

Hermione stifled a whimper as she scuttled backwards when the door to her prison swung open. The elder Malfoy strode in with confidence. Locking eyes with her and smirking. That damnable smirk that told her things were not going to get any better. That she would be best to run away, hide … never return. ”Well we had best not keep her waiting. I do so enjoy when she interrogates prisoners…” The chuckle he gave made her want to be sick, and as he reached for her he tried endlessly to fight him off. Letting out screams and cries of fear, of hatred. The noise waking her oblivious friends who, upon seeing her being whisked away tried to move to protect her. But it was too late. The door of the cell slammed back against their grasping hands and their shouts of terror. Watching as she was carried off; kicking, screaming.

For the rest of what felt like a day to the two boys, they had to listen to her screaming. Her cries of ‘ Stop ‘ ‘ Help ‘ ‘No ‘ … It ripped them apart. It was not helped that the hissing voice from the hallway detailed the different tortures being inflicted on her. The favourite of which seemed to be a goblin made knife, sharper than any blade found and tipped with dark magic to never truly heal. Carving into her arms the words that would forever hang over her head. ‘Mudblood ‘ ‘ Weak ‘ ‘ Worthless ‘. But when they were told she would be passed to Greyback … the Werewolf it was then that their attempts to save her reached a new level. They tried to scratch the walls with their bare hands, causing bloody caloususes to form. They tried to bash the barred door open, injuring themselves and Ronald managing to dislocate his shoulder.

And then it went silent. A calm before a storm.

From the prison in the basement they could only hear shouting, banging, crashing … It sounded like there was fighting but they were kept so far from the room their friend was being held they could not confirm either way what happened. All they knew, was that they were not there to protect her.

Suddenly the door to the dungeon was thrown back against the wall along the bottom of the long room. Following it was Arthur Weasley, followed by one of the Aurors, Tonks. Her hair a dark shade of brown that reflected her foul mood at being in her extended family’s presence. “My Boy! Harry” Arthur cried out, swiftly removing the door that stopped them from helping Hermione . “I thought i’d lost you.” The man cried, wrapping his arms around his youngest son and pulling Harry into his embrace. But the boys did not reciprocate.

“Where is Hermione?” Harry demanded, trying desperately to rise to his feet.

“She’s safe … now.” Tonks said. Her tone dark, almost filled with an unnerving fury. “She’ll pull through, we’re sure of it.”

“What happened to her, dad?” Ron asked, his eyes misting over as he thought of the girl he had grown to love after their time trying to hide from the snatchers.

“… We’re not entirely sure. When we got the message from Krum we left immediately. But Kingsley just blasted all the windows in. We didn’t see anything.” He answered, his voice thick and almost pulling at his throat. He was not pleased with the treatment the girl he had come to accept as another daughter had endured. Given the extent of her injuries he was surprised she had not given up. But she was strong, much stronger than he had ever given her credit for. They heard Tonks growl angrily, slamming her fist into the wall and her hair turning a violent shade of red. Harry swore he could hear her muttering ‘ kill her ‘ but he couldn’t be sure. “Come on, we need to get you boys to Headquarters. I can’t imagine you’ve slept properly in a long time.”

With that, Arthur and Tonks escorted the boys away. Grimmauld Place would be a hive of people wanting answers but for now, the priority was making sure the 3 of them got the medical attention they needed.
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