Disclaimer: Although it would be awesome if I could own Harry Potter, I don't. However, any new characters you don't recognize are from my imagination.

A/n- This is my first Harry Potter fanfic. PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! If you could critique it and also tell me what you like, that would be great. Enjoy!(Sorry for its shortness.)

Death to Voldemort, or Death to Hermione?

Chapter 1- Surprise

Hermione sat up in bed in a tired state of mind, and yawned. She had hundreds of books surrounding her 4-poster bedroom. She had stayed up all night and most of the morning revising her Potions essay for the new Potions professor, Professor Hicks, and fixing Harry and Ron's essays so they would remotely make some sense. After she had finished everything, she picked up one of her books that she had picked up from the library for some 'light reading.' Naturally, the book was about 540 pages long! It proved to be very interesting. It was a book written by an auror. It was about how the auror had tried to strip Voldemort of his powers with a powerful potion. The potion hadn't worked in the slightest bit, but Hermione still thought it interesting.

This year, she was head girl. She had so much more responsibility than she could handle at the moment. So far, her 7th year at Hogwarts had been nothing but hard work, late hours, and very little sleep. Although she was so busy almost everyday, it was an easy burden to share with Harry. He was head boy, so together they patrolled the halls after curfew, and they even, sometimes, gave detentions after hours ended. What was the most fun, she had to say, was that she could now take points off from other houses. She was lucky that Harry was her partner in all of this.

"Hey Harry" Hermione said tiredly as she walked into the Gryffindor common room. Ron was still asleep. "I'm so I'm glad it's Friday," Hermione told Harry.

"Yeah, me too" Harry responded in the same kind of voice. "You usually love your classes; homework has never been a problem with you, what's up?" Harry asked worryingly.

"Well, it's just the new responsibilities, and little sleep. That's all. I need a break. (She didn't mention her ever-growing worry for him and his safety ever since the end of last year.) But, I wouldn't pick anyone else to share the responsibility with," she said sweetly. She gave him a little hug, and she sat down on the comfy armchair next to his before the fire.

"Something has been bothering me." Harry said suddenly. "It's my scar."

"Harry, what's wrong with it? Do you think its Voldemort again? Does it hurt?" This time it was Hermione's turn to worry. Harry's scar hadn't done this in a long time.

"I'll tell you while we walk to breakfast," he said standing up and almost losing his balance. "Come on, let's go, I'm starving!" He said a little crankily.

As they walked, Harry talked. "Well, while I was sleeping, I think I was dreaming through Voldemort again. Only, this time, it seemed like it hadn't happened yet. Or maybe, it was in the past. I can't tell which. Anyway, my bloody scar started burning into my forehead, and I felt him Hermione. I felt his presence in my very mind! The only thing I can wonder now is if he is coming back to power again."

"Harry, I have an idea about how to get rid of him, for good."

"Hermione are you bloody crazy?" Harry nearly yelled, "He's unstoppable! Even when he's weak, he's still unstoppable."

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In the Great Hall, they sat down at the Gryffindor table. Harry put tons of food on his plate, and stuffed his mouth. "Wow, Harry's eating like Ron" Hermione thought, "he must be very hungry, or maybe it's his scar…"

Meanwhile, Hermione had a pancake with syrup, and one glass of pumpkin juice. That was it. She got up, and told Harry she would be in the library if he needed her. In the library, Hermione went to the Restricted Section where she had found the book by the auror about Voldemort. She had an idea about this subject. And when ideas came into Hermione Granger's mind, she never ignored them. She found another book called, The past and present of He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named. This book seemed to be just what Hermione was looking for. If she read about his past, maybe she could find out his weaknesses and eventually use them against him. "That would be amazing if I could end his immortal life forever, restore happiness to the wizarding world," thought Hermione. "But, that could probably never happen. Or at least, I would never be able to do it all myself. Perhaps if Harry helped me, and I'm sure he would…" She rambled on and on inside that head of hers until she looked up and saw another book on the shelf that didn't seem to have anything to do with Voldemort; but just the same, it looked enticing and entrancing enough for the category. It was called The Lost Lands of Hogwarts.

Hermione took the book off of the shelf with a nervous air about her. When she opened it, the book suddenly grew arms and they grabbed around her neck. She dropped the book in sudden surprise and tried to scream, but no noise could escape her throat. She should've expected this, for this was the restricted section, but she had never experienced this before. Finally, she got it off of her when she realized, she wasn't in the library anymore. She looked around herself mortified. She had been pulled into that cursed book!