The Return of the Ford Anglia

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fan Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Hermione was captured, and brought to Malfoy Manor. It's been ages since anything has happened, but she refuses to give up hope.

"Harry and Ron will save me."

(This contradicts a lot of the plot of the books. I was bored, though.)

Submitted: January 15, 2012

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Submitted: January 15, 2012




Deep within the bowels of Malfoy Manor, a prisoner sat. Her clothes were ragged, and her once beautiful face was stained with tears and dirt. She had long ago given up cleanliness, and there was only one thought she held onto that kept her going.


Harry and Ron will save me.


Back when Hermione had first been captured, the Malfoys and Lestranges had tried everything to get information out of her. Then, she had been a top security prisoner, with Bellatrix, Lucius or Rodolphusguarding her 24/7. When they had believed Harry and Ron weren't going to save her, they had left her in this room.


The room was in worse condition than the Shrieking Shack, and that was saying something. Hermione had thrown everything around in tantrums, wondering why Ron and Harry hadn't come for her.


She heard the door creak open, but didn't turn. She knew who it would be. She didn't need to hear Draco speak. She didn't need his voice in her head. It had been a long time since she had spoken. 


"Hermione." Draco's voice wafted through the little room, and Hermione held back tears. Draco reminded her of her old life, back before she had been captured. How long ago had that been? How long had it been since she had seen the light of day?


"Not talking to that filthy Mudblood again, are you Draco?" Bellatrix Lestrange's voice echoed through the huge stone manor, and Hermione balled her hands into fists. She knew hitting Bellatrix would do her absolutely no good, especially since she was wandless. 


"No, Aunt Bellatrix." Hermione wrinkled her nose when she reminded herself they were related. Bellatrix and Draco were aunt and nephew.


"Good. Thank the Dark Lord that Mudbloods like her aren't allowed at Hogwarts anymore."




"Come here, Draco."


"Alright, Aunt Bellatrix."


Draco left the room and closed the door, and Hermione heard the lock click. She sighed. She turned away from where Draco was moments earlier, and then turned back quickly.


Draco had dropped his wand.


Hermione ran over to it, pointed it at the door and murmured,


"Muffliato." She remembered getting mad at Harry and Ron for using it so often in their sixth year. She smiled. She would soon see them again.


"Hermione!" Hermione turned, dumbfounded. She knew that voice.


Hermione slowly turned and looked out the dusty window into the gloomy night sky.


"HARRY! RON!" She shouted, her voice raspy from lack of use.


Harry Potter and Ron Weasley sat in the old Ford Angelica that looked like they had taken it from the Forbidden Forest. They were hovering outside the window.


"Shhh!" Harry whispered loudly.


"It's fine, I did Muffliato."


"I thought you hated that spell."


"The circumstances called for it."


"Alohamora!" Hermione pointed Draco's wand at the window, and pushed the window open. 


She climbed into the car, and turned backwards, her frizzy brown hair whipping behind her in the wind. She waved goodbye and laughed. She was free.







I got a little lazy at the end.

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