Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, and I don't own some of the places. Why do we have to write these when nobody reads them? I mean, copying characters and places are all part of fanfic, aren't they?

He didn't know how he got there. He didn't know why. He wanted to know why he was lying in a bed of moss in the forbidden forest. He slowly walked up from the pile, and quickly dusted moss of his shirt. He looked around, and decided to perch himself on a log. He still, curiously looked around, for some sign of life. He walked around, still not finding a thing, or anyway of how to get back.

"I knew you would arrive here Potter." Harry whirled around, facing him. His red eyes did not move.

"What do you want? What did you do?" Harry yelled. He had enough with this man.

"I did not do anything. Except lead you here." Harry stood there, puzzled.

"Your mind, Potter. Is a very flexible thing. I could make you go anywhere if I wanted to. It also, is so weak, that even your friend could do it."

"Ron?"

"No." Voldermort stared, his eyes not moving, though a smile was forming on his face.

"Hermione? She knows plenty!"

"I am afraid… That I have tortured your dear friend, that I doubt that there is anything left in her, but a soul. A very, empty soul."

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?" He hated his man. He had been responsible for his parent's death, Sirius's death, and now, Hermione's.

Voldermort cocked his head behind Harry.

Harry was afraid to look. He was afraid to see, Hermione. Lying there, on the cold ground, dead.

But Harry had to. He couldn't run away. There was no path, no place to go, all there was trees. Not apart more than an inch, Harry could not escape. His heart pounded, as he turned around.

Blood was everywhere. Hermione lay motionless on the ground. Harry sank to the ground and wept. There was nothing he could do.

"Why?" Harry asked, gulping down tears as he spoke. "WHY CAN'T YOU JUST HARM NO MORE!"

"Alright then, Potter… You received your wish." Harry just stood there. "I won't harm anymore, if you… kill ten people." Voldermort grinned. "After all, you defeated me once, a couple of more wizards wouldn't matter would they?"

"I didn't know." Harry said.

"What?"

"I didn't know I was a wizard, I didn't know that I was famous, I DIDN'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS OR A WAND!"

"Alright then." Voldermort slowly pointed his wand at Hermione.

"NO!" Harry screamed, and sank down to Hermione again.

"Hermione…" He whispered.

"Harry?" A faint voice whispered back.

"Hermione!" He placed his hands on her shoulders. "Hermione, are you alive?"

"Yes." Hermione said, pulling herself up.

"You may not leave not dead, tonight Potter. You aren't leaving without a battle."

"Hermione. Just run, just leave, if you want to leave alive."

"There isn't any - "

"I know there's not, just go!" Harry turned around, facing Voldermort. His hand reached in his pocket. He didn't have his wand.