Something assaulted her senses, and Hermione was again awake to the world. She had no clue as to where in the world she was, yet there was only the knowledge that she had been transported to another place which was not Spinner's End.

Not that anyone there would want her presence.

The ground she found herself on was cold, and immediately Hermione groaned when her wand was missing from its place. Lifting her hands proved difficult if the chains about her wrists were the hindrance.

It was dark in the room, and her eyes took a few moments to adjust. Hermione wanted to close them when they finally allowed the minimal light to grant her vision.

"Greyback?" It was a half-disgust and half-question that escaped the witch's mouth.

"That's the name, now shut it Granger. The boss wants to speak to you."

"Who in Merlin's name could that be?"

The insulting wizard before her only grinned, his eyes sparkling with those awful looks Death Eaters used to have when they thought they had won.

He opened a door which flooded an assaulting amount of light into the room, and then it was shut again, Hermione's eyes forcing to once again adjust.

She struggled, feeling nauseous at the apparation she'd obviously experienced earlier, and huffed when a binding charm took her over. She hadn't even heard the spell muttered, nor seen the cantor, which made the entire situation worse.

"Recognize my voice?"

Hermione felt a chill run down her spine, and it was as if the entire time she'd been here came back to bite her just in that moment. The finale of her own play as Hermione Snape had come, seeing as the real Hermione Snape was the one holding her hostage.

"What do you want from me?"

The woman laughed, lighting the tip of her wand and grinning with her altered features that Hermione had left her. Her blonde hair was tucked away into an intricate up-do Hermione knew was impossible for her hair, and the woman's attire was remarkably made. Taking this light which was much less severe than the door opening had been, Hermione surveyed her surroundings. It was something out of a muggle horror film, really. Grey, metal walls created the cubic room, and a singular wooden chair accented it. There was no light on the ceiling, but there was a torch that could have been lit if the will arose.

She imagined her alter-ego wouldn't want much to do with letting her see.

"Well, I already got what I wanted from you, really. It was such a stroke of luck you let Lucius be mine once again by setting him free of you. I missed him dearly. I also loved the look on Severus' face when I told him that you weren't you." The other version of herself laughed, seemingly amused, and Hermione cringed. "Lucius loved that it be I to tell your lover, though I knew him seeing me wouldn't prove anything, so a trusted friend was perfect. Polyjuice and a quick charm for my voice, couldn't have been more pleasurable."

Hermione wanted to gag, her reflexes nearly making her do it until she felt her throat constrict, more charms and spells from the woman holding her captive.

"But I didn't just do it to hurt him. I had had my eye on you for a while, over the universes. Gods, you were by far my favorite choice, and let me tell you, I couldn't stand some of the other idiots. One of them was so vein, I almost brought her just to kill her. You were simply the package deal is all. Smart, forgiving; it took you almost no time to turn your grey version of my husband into a wonderfully white character. Clean and pure, but he's hardly that at all."

The other witch flicked her wand, and Hermione felt her own deep breath pull her chest up into a fighting position. Moving was still a struggle, but she gasped profanities at her opponent quick as a spell flew through the air.

"Severus didn't deserve that you b--" She wasn't allowed to finish.

"Ah, ah, ah, Miss Granger, how dare you? Regardless of your terrible manners, I wanted you here, knowing you'd just take my place. You contemplated killing me, I could feel it when that Imperio actually worked, but still, I knew you'd take the weak way out. So everything fell right into place, and I got the Rogues to unite under me because of how powerful my spell was to get you here. They needed a leader anyways, how sloppy and terrible those awful purebloods conducted themselves."

Hermione didn't know that the Rogues were only purebloods.

How did a muggleborn like herself even have the power? And that was her asking, the one who believed all equal, no matter their bloodline.

"So what? You've collected your followers, now what are you going to do with them?" She wondered, tugging at her binds, but the chain connected to the wall gave no give.

"Whatever I please. I think I'll take the Ministry down first," Hermione Snape menaced, a laugh of hostility following as she brought her fist up and struck Hermione Granger right across the cheek, purposefully leaving a mark. "I'll be back."

The light was gone, and Hermione groaned as she succumbed to another bout of unconsciousness, wanting nothing more than to be home. Wherever that was now.

-

Severus Snape felt nauseous at the mere thought of Hermione; the way she'd deceived him and lied to him for such a long time. He felt ridiculous at how well she'd pulled the wall over his eyes. Especially when he had had the founded doubt to be unsure of her, and yet he ignored it. Maybe he'd loved her longer than he was willing to admit, but that meant nothing now that his actual wife was gone and the facade of one he had was gone too. He'd just rely on Sagitta, that was probably the smartest option of them all anyways. It's what he should've done in the first place, Draco's law be damned.

Speaking of the young witch, she stepped into the room at an opportune moment, her listening orb gently clutched in her fingers.

"Let me guess, you heard what happened?"

"Kinda? I don't understand who she was," Sagitta commented gently, her fingers also clutching a letter with Hermione's name on it.

"A doppelganger of sorts, I assume. Probably someone who hated their life elsewhere so decided to ruin ours."

Sagitta winced. Silence fell, though, as the young girl sat next to her father and hummed, putting her orb down and sliding her finger into the folds of the letter. It nearly fell open, which was odd, seeing as Narcissa Malfoy always took care when it came to anything at all. It should've been stamped tight with a wax Malfoy seal.

"She wasn't awful," Sagitta spoke as the parchment unfolded, "I mean, she got along with me, and you two genuinely loved one-another."

"I don't love people I don't know," Severus snarled, gently taking his daughter under his arm and looking curiously at the writing before her. "Was that hers?"

"Yeah, it was from Aunt Narcissa. I feel like she won't be needing it now, right?" Sagitta told him, turning back to the letter and almost dropping it immediately.

"What's it say?"

Merely thrusting the letter at him, Sagitta shook her head, tears coming down her face.

Hermione,

I write you this in hopes that I reached you quickly enough. I finally overheard Lucius, and he's working with a woman to band together the Rogues! That's not the worst of it though, he wants to kidnap you and bring you to-- here's the odd part-- you? I understand now why you gave him up, if you're not truly who you say you are, but I still find myself fearing for your safety! They're planning something terrible for you. Get out, and don't let your beloved get hurt!

Luck,

Narcissa

Severus felt guilt pull him, but it didn't last long when he tossed the letter away and felt Sagitta whimper beside him.

"They're going to hurt her!" She whined as he stood and began to walk away.

The turn and glare of black eyes was enough for Sagitta as he hissed his final words, "I don't care."