This night could not even be truly labeled as one out of Hannah's nightmares, as she had feared most for those around her all this time, them being killed or taken or replaced, but never had she dreamed up being snatched right from under her family's nose in a crowded room. But she had been, taken off by someone she suspected was Rodolphus Lestrange due to his use of petit l'un with her, then brought here by other Death Eaters and put in this room.

It wasn't a stark prison cell by any means, but it was a prison just the same, and it was cold. There was a fireplace the two had neglected to light, and though she shivered, she did not act on it. Right now, her concealed wand, the one she had lied about having, was her only advantage and if she lit the fire, it would be gone because they would confiscate it. Instead she huddled on the middle of the bed, layers of dress robe finery around her, and watched the door, trying not to cry again. Had they replaced her? Her father, Hestia and Ernie had sworn no one could possibly ever impersonate her, but what if they were wrong? How would anyone even know she was here? How could she escape?

When the door flung open so violently, Hannah couldn't help but let out a soft shriek and retreat slightly, but not far enough before Bellatrix Lestrange was touching her, not once, but twice. The second time, tears came to her eyes, ones of fear and of pain, as it hurt. What Bellatrix said last confused her.

"Then let me go home," she said. Why even take her if she wasn't worth it to them?