Title: Completely Forgotten

Writing period: April, 2017-

Writer: fantabulous605

Prologue

Her cries echoed through the woods. Anyone who heard the disgruntled sound would practically see the desperation dripping from it.

She was pinned to a tree by a masked figured. She was Hermione Granger.

She immediately regretted removing the sound proof charm on herself and persuading Harry that she could be trusted to go outside into the night alone. Why had she wanted to come out anyway? She remembered the loss of Ron and how it had left her feel so broken. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, oh right, she wanted fresh air and a breath of freedom. This definitely not the freedom she bargained for.

The more she struggled, the stronger the feeling of being so helpless overwhelmed her. Hermione guessed the masked person to be a male. The person was at least 6 feet tall. Wide shoulders, long legs, strong. It was definitely a man.

Hermione tried to raise her legs to deliver a kick to his shins, but she realized that he had one of his knees on her leg, preventing it from moving. He raised her hands over her head, holding them together with one hand as he slid his free hand behind her. He placed a hand on her bum. Hermione glared and a string of curses flowed out of her mouth. He removed her wand, which was so conveniently in the back pocket of her jeans. Hermione opened her mouth to scream for Harry, but closed it quickly, reminding herself that they did not know, nor did they need to know, that Harry Potter was near them.

She attempted to make as little noise as possible, fully knowing that Harry would try and come to her rescue, no matter how dangerous it was for him. Yes, it was better if he did not know. There were two possibilities that this could end to, she could either overpower the man and run back to their tent, or she would be taken/kidnapped/killed/tortured. The first one had little chance of happening, she was wand-less and she was disadvantaged, she was smaller and weaker.

He leaned in closer to her, seeming to do that to determine if she was actually Hermione Granger. Hermione took this chance to bite his nose.

"Ouch, Granger!"

Hermione froze. She had recognized the deep rumbling of his voice. It was a voice she had hoped not to hear again. It seemed that the world wanted her to feel miserable.

The man cursed rather loudly, annoyed with himself for yelling out, and annoyed at the witch for causing him to yell out. All the curse did was alert Hermione of his voice once again.

"I'm guessing you figured out who I was?" he grimaced. He took her silence as a 'yes.'

He whipped off the mask off his face, confirming her suspicions about his identity.

"Malfoy." she growled. He smirked. His smoky grey eyes sparkled in the moonlight, as if amused by her reaction towards him.

"Granger." he greeted. He twirled her wand in his fingers, taunting her as she squirmed against him, desperate to get free. He pointed her wand at her.

"Petrificus Totalus." he spoke. Hermione felt her body stiffen as the words left his lips. Her muscles refused to move under her futile commands. She was officially helpless.

Draco smirked, a triumphant look on his face. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes sweeping over her body, lingering at her breasts. He then wrapped an arm around her waist, promptly apparating with her.

They landed inside a nicely furnished house. It gave off a vibe of coldness, perfection. Hermione scanned the parts of the room she could see; she wasn't able to move her head. No muggle things anywhere. The floor was marble and the whole room was decorated with black, or white.

"Is it her?" questioned a low, silky voice. Draco nodded vigorously. Hermione attempted to roll her eyes at his enthusiasm.

"Is it really her?" asked a feminine drawl.

Draco rolled his eyes, but his smirk did not leave his face. "Yes, I brought Hermione Granger." he confirmed smugly.

By the way that they were talking, Hermione could guess that they had been looking for her. It wasn't a surprise, she had been on the run with the most wanted boy in the country, who had millions of galleons on his head.

"Wonderful." the earlier man, to whom the low, silky voice belonged to, spoke. He walked to stand right in front of her. It was Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy.

"Why hasn't she cursed us all yet?" Narcissa Malfoy inquired, a satisfied smile etched on her features.

Draco smiled even widely. "I found her in a forest, all alone. I pinned her to a tree and I placed the body-bind spell on her." Hermione could not help but feel disgust in the smugness and proudness in his tone.

Lucius sneered, as if he hadn't expected better of her, or the boy. "Contact the Dark Lord right away, he'll want to see her, requesting her and all." A house-elf apparated out of their sight to do his bidding.

Hermione wanted to scream. She wanted to reclaim her wand from Malfoy and to just apparate back to their tent and pretend that nothing happened. It was too late for that now.

Draco freed Hermione from the spell. She felt her muscles finally relaxing. When she had total control of her balance, she took a step back from the two Malfoy men, only to have Narcissa Malfoy cough behind her, making Hermione aware of her existence. The distance between them getting smaller with each step Hermione took to distance the proximity with the Malfoy men. She was out-numbered. Three to one. On top of that, she was wandless, like mentioned. It was hopeless.

"Why did you kidnap me?" Hermione demanded, mustering up as much courage as she could. Unfortunately, she realized it was difficult to look intimidating when you were wandless, outnumbered, the shortest, and probably the weakest.

When no one answered, Hermione asked again.

"Why the fuck did you kidnap me?!"

"The dark lord asked for you." Lucius finally answered.

Hermione tapped her tip of her foot in annoyance. "Why?"

"No offense, Granger, but I don't think you're in a position to ask questions." the youngest of the three Malfoys jeered, twirling her wand and taunting again.

Hermione mentally calculated the space between herself and her kidnapper, the youngest Malfoy. It was a good four meters, if not more. If she approached him to get her wand back, she would undoubtedly be hexed, if not frozen by the three. Since a shielding charm was out of the equation, she could not form any kind of plan at all. It would be idiotic to charge into battle with the three, unable to use magic.

The house-elf Hermione had seen earlier popped back into the room, with a cloaked figure.

"This is the mudblood?" the figure hissed, almost snake-like. Hermione felt a wave of dread washing over her. It was him.

"Yes, my lord." Lucius bowed down, Draco and Narcissa mimicking his action.

"Who brought her here?" the man questioned, his snakelike eyes not leaving her face.

"My son, Draco, my lord." Lucius said again, a slight tremble to his usually composed voice. Hermione felt oddly pleased at the fear detected in the man's voice

The man stepped over to Draco and held out a long white finger. He lifted up Draco's head and peered into his face.

"He shall be rewarded."

Draco seemed to be holding his breath, as if he would die if he dared to inhale or exhale in his master's presence. Hermione scoffed at his pathetic actions.

The man turned to Hermione quickly. Hermione looked into his red eyes and inhumane face.

"Why haven't you killed me yet?" she spoke in a loud voice. She stared at Voldemort straight in his eyes, almost daring him to hex her.

"I feel you can be of great help." he said simply, a cold smile appearing on his features.

"You want to use me as a bargaining chip?" Hermione guessed. She did not feel half the confidence she was faking in her words and tone.

The man shook his completely hair-less head. "No, your potential might be of use to us."

Hermione scoffed and rolled her eyes, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Why? I thought I was just a filthy little mudblood who 'stole' magic."

"That's where we were wrong."

Hermione raised her eyebrows, curious to what he was saying. She cocked her head slightly, blinking a few times.

"Then what is it?" she inquired in clear voice, determined not to let him know that she was, in fact, curious.

"You are the reincarnation of a witch or wizard."

Hermione knitted her eyebrows together in uncertainty. So this was why he had Malfoy bring her here? To tell her that she was the reincarnation of a witch/wizard, which was absurd enough on its own.

"H-how would you know?" Hermione mentally hit herself for stuttering, the man could smell fear.

"I have my ways." Voldemort said, declining the invitation to tell her what she asked for. He was not telling them everything, Hermione knew that.

Hermione searched the depths of her mind, for any piece of information she had come across that was associated with reincarnations. There was only one memory that she could trigger up, a potion she had come across while reading the book she had summoned from Dumbledore's study, after his funeral. The Exero Spell, rumored to be created by Merlin himself, is known for its ability to make one reveal its true forms, but it had been claimed as 'impossible to make, considering the chants to be in a different language that has died out centuries ago, not to mention to complicated hand gestures and other actions it required for it to be cast perfectly. The way to cast this particular spell claimed to not be known to this generation of wizards and witches, as well as many generations before.'

"The Exero Spell?" she asked.

Voldemort raised his bald patches, where eyebrows were supposed to be. "You are a clever little thing, aren't you?"

So it was the exero potion. But like said, it was impossible to make. It might as well be a myth.

"I have my ancestor's notes." Voldemort continued, apparently reading her mind. Hermione regretted not learning occlumency, she recalled the countless times she had scolded Harry for it. This was definitely karma. "He had the recipes of many potions, as well as instructions to cast many spells."

Hermione bit her lower lip, a habit of hers. "And I'm guessing you wanted me here to determine whose 'reincarnation' I am? Why me?"

Voldemort gave her a stiff nod to confirm her suspicions of him wanting to know. He deliberately chose not to answer her later question. He made his way closer to her and whipped out his wand. Instinctively, Hermione's hands went up to cover her face. He smirked, finding joy in her noticeable fear.

"Hey!" Hermione shouted, no tremble in her voice, to her satisfaction. "You can't force me to do this! I refuse to cooperate!" Although she had doubts about this, she knew deep down that he wouldn't be trying to carry on with this if he was not absolutely sure about it. She was curious, but then she had lived up to now without knowing, why know now?

"We will carry out this plan, no matter on whether you decide you approve or not." Voldemort sneered as Hermione stared at him in a condescending way.

He pulled out a piece of paper from the depths of the pocket in his robes. Hermione stood, pondering on what to do. It would be stupid move to go ahead and tackle him. She couldn't do anything. Oh what she would give to have a time turner.

He started chanting ancient words, and Hermione was unable to understand a word of it. He began to wave his wand it a very complicated way.

Draco watched, fascinated by it. He was afraid, but also intrigued by the spell. He watched as the mudblood's body began to flicker like a light that was dying out. It was glitzing back and forth, an old man, who he had seen in pictures, a familiar female form, and her usual self.

She was then enveloped in a mist. Draco strained his eyes to look through the fog. The mudblood's appearance was changing.

Soon enough, her body had dropped on the ground, she had fainted. After a moment, she was almost unrecognizable.

She had raven-black waves, replacing the curly mop she called her hair. Her skin tone had paled.

Draco looked at the Dark Lord.

"Yes, Draco. It is perfectly normal."

Draco could not restrain himself from asking 'why.'

"I have learned that muggle-borns are the reincarnation of wizarding folk, that's why they possess magic. The spell I cast earlier on her, it showed who she was. Did anyone recognize the two people?"

Narcissa Malfoy opened her mouth. "R-Rowena Ravenclaw a-and…."

"Merlin." Lucius finished, his face paler than usual.

"And how exactly did she change into….that?" Draco asked, his eyes not leaving the unconscious girl.

Voldemort rolled his eyes, marveling at how the young Malfoy seemed so clueless. "Since the two spirits existence is revealed, they fought for dominance over her body, due to them not needing to hide themselves anymore. They both have an influence on her, which caused her body to change its appearance to fit."

Draco let his jaw drop.

"Obliviate." Voldemort whispered, his wand pointing at the fallen girl.

Voldemort looked at her, lying almost lifeless on the ground, then turned to Draco, who quickly clamped his mouth shut, after a slight nudge from his mother.

"Here is your reward."

Author Note:

First of all, I want to thank everyone who dropped by and read this. I know it was pretty short, and it might have been a little disappointing, but I'm pretty much a mediocre writer, so I hope you will all understand.

Answer to future questions; No, I'm not a first time writer, nor is this the first fanfiction I have ever written. I only made a new account because I felt like my old account was getting too cluttered up with my old projects and I wanted to turn a new leaf.

I have written out the next few chapters, but the path I will take with this story is not completely decided and I've been working on a few other stories, too, so this might not make it to the end. It all depends on the feedback I get, I don't want to sound like one of those whiny authors, but I really get motivation from review/favorites/follows. So if you want this story continued, you know what to do.

Thanks again, and I'm planning to come back in the next week or so, so keep in touch! See you! *^^*

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