Hermione Granger knew she was in a dream, but it felt so real. She knew she was sleeping, she could almost feel the crisp sheets beneath her as she ran through a dark cemetery. She didn't know what she was running from, but something told her to keep running. She ran until she reached a dark, old and dusty mansion located a few yards away from the graveyard. She hesitated at the massive doors, staring at the mansion in confused wonder. She heard a noise behind her and she dashed through the doors. She wished her two best friends were here. Harry and Ron always knew how to make a situation better.
She made her way slowly up the stairs, and almost screamed when she saw the dead body of a man laying there, staring at her with glassy eyes. She stepped around him and continued her way up the stairs. She wasn't really sure why she was going up here, but some unforeseen force was pulling her up the stairs. She heard voices coming from a room at the far end of the hallway and she made her way carefully over there. She gasped in surprise, Lucius Malfoy was standing in front of a chair, and his usually cold demeanor was set to one of shock.
"You can not be serious my Lord." Malfoy asked the chair. "That mudblood?"
"She is not a mudblood you daft git." Shivers wracked Hermione's body as the hissing voice spoke. "She is the heir of Salazaar Slythrin."
"My apologies, I meant simply how can you be sure it is her?"
"I don't."
"You are assuming she is by the date of her birth? Only that?"
The person in the chair let out a laugh. "Yes. That is why I need your help. You need to get some of her blood so we can test it and see if it is true. Can you imagine if it is her? The Potter boy would never stand a chance against her."
Malfoy bowed, "I will get the blood as soon as I can my Lord." He bowed. "I shall be off then."
"Yes, yes." A little hand appeared from the chair, it looked like a baby's hand but more sickly and thin. "Please be quick about it, if it is her, she needs to know right away."
"Yes, my Lord." Malfoy bowed again and then with a pop he apparted.
Hermione sat straight up in her bed, looking around as her heart pounded wildly in her chest. She relaxed slightly as she realized she was in her bed at Grimmauld place. She didn't want to think about the dream she just had, but it wouldn't leave her mind. Who were they talking about? Was this just a dream or something more?
"Hermione, breakfast." Mrs. Weasley called up the stairs. That was when Hermione realized that Ginny wasn't in her bed. She must have slept later then she thought.
"Coming!" Hermione called back. She quickly through on some clothes, pulled her untamed hair into a pony and made her way down stairs.
"Good morning dear." Mrs. Weasley stout frame appeared before her. "Hurry and eat, we have a big day."
"We do?"
She nodded, "Of course Hermione. The owls should be here soon with your Hogwarts letter."
I smiled. "Of course, I must have forgot."
I sat down beside my ginger haired best friend, Ron. "Blimey Hermione, what's the matter with you? You never forget... well anything." He asked, before stuffing food into his mouth.
Hermione bit back the bile that always rose when she saw Ron eat. "Had a lot on my mind." She muttered, glancing a look over at her other best friend, Harry. He smiled at her and then turned his attention back his girlfriend. The youngest of the Weasley's huge abode, Ginny.
An hour later the owls arrived and they were getting ready to go to Diagon Alley to get their school supplies for the upcoming year at Hogwarts. An hour into their shopping, Hermione, Ron and Harry decided to stop and get a drink so they went to the three broomsticks. They found a table and Ron and Harry went to go order their drinks.
"Hello Granger." Hermione sighed as she turned around and came face to face with Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy." She replied curtly, turning back around.
He sat down opposite of her and grinned. "Enjoying your shopping with Weasley and Potter?"
"What do you want Malfoy?"
He shrugged. "I was wondering if I could get some blood."
Hermione's face paled, "W... why do you need that?"
He shrugged again, "Soon it will be mandatory for every muggle born witch to give blood to the Ministry. My father asked me to get yours because we are so close."
Hermione relaxed a little, "Why would the Ministry want muggleborn blood?"
"Something about finding their anscetors or something. I am not really sure, I never really paid attention."
She chanced a glance back at the boys, noticing they were almost done. "Ok, fine. If it will get you to leave." She pulled her wand out and conjured a vial, and then citing a spell that filled the vial with her blood.
"Thank you Granger." He smiled, grabbing the vial from her and leaving.
"Is that Malfoy leaving?" Ron asked, sitting down.
"Yeah." Hermione answered, watching Malfoy's retreating back.
"What did he want?" Harry asked, setting the drinks down.
Hermione shrugged, "Just the usual."
"I think, if you really had broken his nose in third year, he would have left us alone." Ron muttered.
"It is just Malfoy Ron, a five year old could handle him." Hermione laughed.
"So, sixth year already. Can you believe it?" Harry asked.
"No. Just one more year after this and we will be done with school. Thank god." Ron groaned, causing the other two to roll their eyes.
"I want to be a healer." Hermione muttered. "I will have to go to school for four more years after Hogwarts."
"I am not jealous of that." Ron grumbled.
"At least she knows what she wants to do." Harry shot back. They continued on like this until they finished their drinks and went back to shopping.
Lucius burst through the door, holding a piece of paper in his hand. He bowed lowly and handed the paper over the shrivelled up thing in the chair. "It has been confirmed my Lord."
The shrivelled up thing smiled, "Excellent. Bring her here. It is time to put this war in my favor."
Lucius bowed. "Yes my Lord." He exited out of the room and apparted to Malfoy Manor. His son greeted him in his study. "Draco, what are you doing in here?"
"I wanted to know how it went." Draco studied his father carefully, he couldn't figure it out, but he was pretty sure his father was... happy.
"Everything is about to change, my son. The dark Lord has found a way to win this war."
"Really?" Draco asked, his interest peaked. "How?"
Lucius smiled at his son, "You will find out soon."
"Of course father. Mother wanted to see you when you got in." Draco told him and left the room. Lucius went in search of his wife and found her in the lounge drinking a cup of tea.
"You wished to see me, my dear?"
Narcissa Malfoy rose a brow at her husband, who seemed uncharacteristically chipper. "Yes. Has the dark Lord told you of Draco's task?"
Lucius nodded. "He has, but I am not to tell anyone." Narcissa gnawed on her bottom lip worriedly. "Not to worry darling. It is a safe job for him to do. I promise."
Narcissa nodded. "If you say so."
Lucius kissed the top of his wife's head. "Trust me my love. Everything is falling into place." Narcissa smiled and watched her husband disappear.
"For all our sake, I hope you are right." She whispered to her husband's back.
Four days later found the golden trio back in Hogwarts and settled in nicely. Kids were excited for their weekend to begin. Why they started school so close to a Friday, she would never know. Harry and Ron were playing wizards chess and watching them was just as boring as playing the game. She told them she was going to the library and the boys waved away her comment. She rolled her eyes and left the common room, making her way towards the library.
She arrived at the library a few minutes later, happy of the empty room. She grabbed a book on wandless magic and made her way to her favorite spot in the far corner of the library. Twenty minutes into the book she heard a noise and looked up, glancing around for anyone. When she didn't see anyone she shrugged and went back to her book. Suddenly her vision went black and she tried to scream when someone cast an immobile spell on her. She heard two people talking and then she felt the woozy effects of apparation. She fell to the floor, gasping for breath. Someone ripped the bag off of her head and she blinked at the harsh light that invaded her eyes.
"Hello, Miss. Granger." She turned her head to the voice and glared at the man before her. His blonde hair glinting off the harsh fluorescent lights.
"Where am I?" She asked, trying to get her hands untied. She couldn't remember when they tied her hands.
"Malfoy Manor."
"Why?"
He smirked at her, "You will soon find out, my dear."
A door opened and she turned her eyes toward it and almost screamed or threw up, she wasn't really sure which one would come out if she opened her mouth. Wormtail came out of the door, holding the ugliest, most grotesque baby she had ever seen.
"Let us begin." The raspy voice commanded, and she shivered.
"Yes master." Wormtail replied, throwing the gross body into a cauldron.
"You did get the boys blood, yes?" Wormtail asked Lucius, who nodded and handed it over. "Good." Wormtail started putting ingredients into the cauldron and Hermione did scream when Wormtail chopped his own hand off and let it fall into the cauldron. She tried to run away when she realized he was coming closer to her. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled a single strand out. Walking back to the cauldron and dropping it in there. He grabbed another vial of blood from Lucius and poured it in.
The cauldron started bubbling and Hermione backed away in fear. Trying to find a way out, but couldn't stop staring at the cauldron with fascination. There was a bright white light and Hermione closed her eyes. When the light vanished, she blinked rapidly, trying to make the black dots disappear. When her eyes fell back on the cauldron she noticed there was now a man standing there that wasn't there before. She knew who it was before he even turned around. Tom Riddle.
He turned around, his vivid blue eyes staring straight at her. "Ah, Hermione. Welcome to your coming home party."
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fanfic, so please be gentle. Tell me what you think. Not going to continue if no one is interested. So please let me know.
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