"-demort's after the Elder Wand!"
"The name's Taboo!" Ron bellowed, leaping to his feet as loud crack sounded outside the tent. Their protective spells had fallen. Snatchers had arrived, apparting around the tent and aiming their wands. They threatened them, got them out of the tent and were now dragging them around. Harry could see his friends getting dragged away from him, squinting to notice the shadows and outlines in the dark.
And then Harry heard a new sound. A swarm of high pitched whines, lasting only a second. And the Death Eaters fell to the ground, their heads horribly disfigured or completely missing. Before he could understand what happened, he felt a sharp sting in his leg and as the world turned black the last thing he saw was a small silver dart stuck in his thigh.
Hermione was the first to wake up. Her head spinning, she tried to get up but quickly fell back in the bed. The sharp pain she felt in her hand surprised her, and she looked with panic on the needle stuck in it. Then she realized where she was. This was a muggle hospital. She searched frantically for her wand, but all her possessions were gone. Even her clothes were changed and she was in a hospital gown. She looked at the bed next to her and saw Harry. He was also connected to a series of tubes and wires, but looked fine. On the bed next to him, Ron was similarly unconscious. She looked around the room a bit more, and relaxed slightly. Apart from the trio the room was empty and she wasn't in any immediate danger. She tried to remove the wires from her chest, but the sound of footsteps coming from outside made her stop and fall back down on the bed, closing her eyes and hoping for a chance. As soon as her eyes closed, the door to the room opened accompanied by a quiet buzzing sound. She heard footsteps approaching her bed. She could feel the person standing right above her, looking at the machine next to her. After a few tapping and clicking noises, she felt the presence of the person move away, towards Harry's bed. Feeling the rush of adrenaline, she decided to risk a quick glance. Opening her eyes for a fraction of a second, for the quickest glance, she managed to caught a glimpse of the nurse. She saw a woman, dressed in a simple black robe, with the straps of a white apron tied on her back and with a piece of white cloth covering her hair. Before Hermione could process the image she just saw, and wonder why a nun was caring for them, the door opened once more. She tried as much as possible to look like she was asleep. She could hear the woman turning and speaking to the newcomer: "Father.". The newcomer responded in kind: "Sister.". The newcomer was obviously a male, and because of her muggle upbringing, Hermione knew that he had to be a priest. She heard his footsteps approach her bed, and a slightly angry question:
"Sister, why are their hands not tied? And why are the mouths not gagged?".
Hermione was panicked now, and had to focus hard to prevent herself from trembling. Obviously they were prisoners and by the sound of it, they were nowhere near safe.
"Father Paul ordered that they are not to be bond.", answered the woman.
This seemed to have had an effect on the man. He left out a small growl and left the room in a hurry. As the woman returned to her duties, Hermione wondered what was going to happen to them. Her panic quieted down a bit, and she was now only frightened and thinking fast. But it at least looked like these people were not completely evil. Of course Father Paul, whoever he was, had to make an exception for them, so that didn't sound so too good. But at least they knew how to make exceptions, as opposed to the Death Eaters. As Hermione's mind was racing, the woman finished her work and walked out of the room. She opened her eyes again and started to look around the room. This time, instead of just trying to yank the wires off, she followed them first to see where they end. The machine was just like the ones she remembered from the TV shows she would watch during the summer breaks. She had the nasty feeling that removing the wires from her body would probably be noticed quickly. As she was looking around the room, looking for any way out or any clue as to where she was, here eyes fell on a small cross with a man on it, hanging on the wall next to the door. A crucifix was not a common thing in the wizarding world. As she was trying to make sense of this, the door suddenly opened and group of three men and a woman walked in. She tried to close her eyes and fall back to the sleeping position, but it was too late.
"Good evening, I am Father Paul Halloran. How are you feeling?" asked the old man, obviously the leader of the group.
"Please, you have to let us go.", whispered Hermione.
"You are safe here, for now."
"You do not understand, they will come for us, you are not safe, we are not safe, you have to let us go. Return our things to us!".
The priest was watching her silently for a moment.
"What is your name, young lady?".
"Katie Bell", Hermione hoped that the muggles didn't know much about the wizarding world. One of the men in the group showed something to the father on a small black device, who looked at it for a moment before returning it.
"Well Miss Bell, it would seem that we don't know much about you. Tell me, Miss Bell, why would we return your wands to you? Oh yes, we know that you are a witch. We are not going to give you your wand just so you can attack us, no.", his face relaxed a bit, "But we mean you no harm, not yet. For now, we would just like to talk. So tell me, how are you feeling?".
"My left hand hurts. Why did you put the needle in? What are you doing to me?"
"Relax Miss Bell, it is just some normal I.V. to keep you hydrated and help you wear off the effect of the tranquilizer."
"YOU TRANQUILIZED ME!?", Hermione remembered the sharp pain in her back before the world went black. That must have been where the dart hit.
"Please, would you have come peacefully otherwise? We are not stupid, we know you would have teleported the second we took out the Death Eaters."
"You...took out... the Death Eaters? But... you are muggles! How do you know that name? How could you have taken down a group of Snatchers, when a single wizard would have easily defended against a whole group of muggles!"
"Miss Bell, we might be muggles, but that is not all that we are. My full name is Father Paul Halloran, of the Catholic Order of 12th Apostol. We are known by many names around the world: the slayers, the witch hunters, the willing traitors. A long time ago, we were called the Inquisitors."
"Catholic... Inquisition...witch hunters...no...", her voice trailed to whisper, "please no, don't kill me."
"As I said, that was a long time ago. Our numbers are much smaller these days, especially in this heretical country. We have, reformed, some of our more, aggressive practices. Now please, tell me more about your group. What are the two young wizards called?"
"Dennis Creevey and Ernie Macmillan", at this point Hermione really hoped they were not familiar with the wizarding world, because if they are, she just lied to the organization known for burning her kind.
The small black device was consulted again.
"Ah... Miss... Bell, was it?", Oh no, thought Hermione, "It would seem that your friend, Mister Creevey, is someone we know about. His father is a milkman, you see. He is also supposed to be a few years younger than the gentleman on the bed next to you. Lying, Miss... Bell... is a sin. I'll let you think about that for a while, when you would like a confession, please press the button on the bed."
The father turned, and walked away. Hermione noticed that the two other men were keeping an eye on her up until the point the door closed between them.