Hermione traveled as quietly as she could. Her brown curls were tucked neatly behind her head in a braid, and her hazel eyes searched the ground before her. Everything that she had seen so far was dark and unidentifiable. Sneaking around a private home meant no 'lumos', and therefore, she couldn't see. In fact, the brunette was lucky she hadn't tripped and broken an arm at this point. Turning another corner, the pale figure glanced around the corridor. She needed to find the room where Harry told her a passageway was located. But at this point, she and Ron had been running in opposite directions for half an hour, and nothing had been discovered.
Sighing, the young adult pressed against a wall, holding her wand tightly against her side. There was a window in the perpendicular hallway, and light was streaming through it and onto the marble floor. A tension arose in Hermione with the newly found light, and now she seemed quite frozen. Harry had made such a fuss about staying dark and hidden that the idea of running through white light petrified her. Taking in a few deep breaths, Hermione turned and ran through the new light, and straight into a doorway frame.
SMACK!
Right against the wooden hinge was where the girl's cheek hit. "Agh!" She muttered, and a few curses escaped her quiet breath. Stamping her foot on the ground, she raised a delicate hand to her cheek, and felt a few drops of blood. "Ugh... Gross..." Rolling her eyes, she quickly raised her wand and whispered the age old healing spell. Soon her cut was a scab, and within moments an almost invisible mark. Wiping her blood on her dark jeans, she decided to continue on with more focus.
And so, in the dark, Hermione wandered on through the halls of Malfoy Manor, confused and alone.<|im_end|>
While she had been doing her best to sneak and remain undetected by the owners of the manor, she had failed miserably. For the past 15 minutes she had been watched by Lucius Malfoy rather closely. He was not in the Dark Lord's favor and capturing any of Potter's little friends would help. But then as he watched her wandering around in the dark, bumping things and even running right into a door, he decided that he wanted her for himself. She was young, probably only in her 6th year at Hogwarts and she was rather adorable.
But after watching her a little longer he decided that he couldn't wait any longer. He pointed his wand at her and muttered Stupefy. The red light struck Hermione hard in the back and with another flick of his wand she was bound and being dragged across the floor by magical rope. Soon she was being dragged towards the basement.
"Well well Granger. You thought that you could sneak into my Manor? We knew where all of you were the moment you got here. I am sure Potter and your Weasley friend are both already dead. But you have a big idea for you. A very particular form of torture."<|im_end|>