Darkness Unhinged: The Sequel

A/N: Welcome to my most popular story (Darkness Unhinged)'s sequel! You'll defiantly have to read the first one to understand this one. I was so happy by the response of the first one and I hope this one get's as much as a response. I haven't really figured out where the story is going or the exact plot line but I do have ideas and I'd like to thank everyone who gave me ideas. I have decided to use a few of them so thank you all. So, I only have a bit written at the moment but I promised when I had the first chapter done that I'd post it so I'm keeping my promise. So I hope you like it as much as the first. (If anyone thinks of a good title throughout the story please let me know… unless I figure one out on my own lol)

Summary: Hermione has been in Azkaban for two months and wonder's when she'll get out and what'll happen when she does. Who helps her through all of it? And what drama unfolds when she finally does get out?

Chapter 1:

Hermione Riddle sat in a cell in Azkaban. Her long straight black hair was tangled in knots and covered in dirt. Previously known as Hermione Granger, her appearance changed when she found out her whole life was a lie and that her real parents were Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange. She was furious with the Grangers, the people she believed to be her parents that she killed them. Then, on a rampage, she tortured countless muggles. Eventually, a duel broke out between her and previous best friend Harry Potter, ending her up in this dreaded cell. Now, two months later, Hermione wondered why her Aunt Narcissa hasn't broken her out yet.

"Up vermin," said one of the guard Aurors who were ser to guard her cell day and night, 24/7.

Hermione glared at the guard, "What if I don't?" she snapped.

"The Minister wants to see you,"

"Well, you can tell him…" barked Hermione.

"Miss Granger," Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister for Magic said, appearing in the door way of her cell. Hermione glared at him.

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you, it's…"

"Riddle, I know, but like I've said, you'll always be Granger to me."

Hermione rolled her eyes and glared at him once again.

"Leave us Pone, Lackner," the two guards nodded and walked away.

"What the hell do you want?" muttered Hermione.

"Just to talk," Kingsley stated.

"What do you honestly have to say to me?" snapped Hermione. "Just get to the bloody point,"

"Fine," Kingsley sighed, "Harry wanted me to deliver a message."

"Potter too afraid to come see me himself?" sneered Hermione.

"I wouldn't let him,"

"Afraid what will happen?"

"Not really, Magic is banned from in the cells and impossible to do,"

"There's a way, there's always a way, and I'm going to find it."

"Try as you might, there's no way."

"Whatever, what's the stupid message?" grumbled Hermione.

"He wants to know if you've changed your mind yet. Do you seriously want to be this dark witch or will you return to the light side where you belong? We can help you, make a deal."

"I'm on the side I'm meant to be on," glared Hermione.

"You have options,"

"I'm where I'm meant to be." She snapped.

Kingsley sighed. "Very well then,"

"When do I get my monthly visit?" yelled Hermione as Kingsley walked away.

"Tomorrow night your Aunt will be here. Good day Miss Granger."

Hermione growled, "It's- RIDDLE!" she yelled as the guards returned and Kingsley walked away.