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A/N Hey guys here is my first shot at Fanfiction. I really only have time to write on the weekends but I will try my best to get out at least 2 chapters a week. Please review it inspires me!

A/N Part 2! After I posted this I noticed several mistakes so I went through to fix them lol

Blonde curls in a tiny first, a bright smile and honey eyes, Screams, flashes of green light. A woman picked up the child running down the hall and slipping into a small closet. The woman was trying to hush the child but the screams and yells were growing closer. "I love you" the woman whispered. The small child looked up with confused eyes as the woman slipped out the door. The child saw a bright green light burst through the cracks of the door. The small girl peered around the door which was left slightly ajar. Blonde curls fanned across the cold stone floor and the honey eyes no longer held any light. "Momma?" The door was thrown open and the girl was snatched up screaming and kicking calling for her mother.

Hermione Granger snapped her eyes open, her forehead glistening with the sweat that had beaded up during her nightmare; the same one that had plagued her for as long as she could remember. She groaned and swung her legs over so that her toes just barely grazed the wood floors as she sat up. She rested her head in her palms and tried to ignore the pounding in her head that always seemed to accompany her nightmares. She slowly stood up and crossed the room to her desk where she grabbed a couple aspirin and popped them in her mouth and followed them with a sip of water that was sitting on her bedside table. Just as she was about to head downstairs there was a tap at her window. She smiled as she crossed to the window to let in Hedwig. Hermione took the letter from the snowy owl and gave her a bit of cracker to which she hooted and took back off through the window.

Hermione sat down on her bed and opened the letter.

Hermione,

I'm glad to hear you're doing well things are fairly boring here. Wish I could come with you to Greece! Really I wish I could be anywhere but at the Dursely's right now. Well have fun on your trip. See you at Kings Cross!

Harry

Hermione smiled and put the letter in her trunk with the others and headed down the stairs to the kitchen. She could smell the bacon that her mother was cooking and followed her nose to the table where she plopped down and popped a piece in her mouth.

"Good morning darling are you all packed?" Her father placed a small kiss on her forehead as he took the seat next to her.

She nodded and grinned "My bags are in my room ready to go!"

Her father returned the goofy grin and opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a hard knock at the front door. Looking confused her father got up and left the room to answer it. Hermione mentally shrugged and piled some eggs on her plate.

A scuffling sound came from the entry way and suddenly a bright red light flashed through the hall. Jean Granger gasped as two masked men barged into the kitchen. Hermione was on her feet in seconds but she had left her wand in her room. She watched as her mother was hit in the chest with a stunner and the two men turned to face her. One of them lunged for her but she managed to dodge and tried to make a break for the stairs to get to her wand. The one who had lunged for her cast a tripping jinx as she reached the base of the staircase and she fell and hit her head on one of the stairs disorienting her.

"The Dark Lord does not want her harmed you idiot!" A familiar voice hissed.

Hermione looked up trying to see through her blurry vision and caught a wisp of blonde peeking through the hood of the robe.

"Mr. Malfoy?" Hermione tried to keep her eyes focused but could feel herself losing consciousness, blackness was creeping up and before she knew it, it took over completely.

Hermione woke in a panic, she searched frantically for her wand before she realized that it was nowhere to be found and that she was in a strange place. She was lying in an ornate four poster bed in a large room decorated in deep purple and silver. She took in her surroundings; quickly trying to find the best exit. To the right of the bed were large French doors that led to a balcony overlooking a pond and flower garden. Looking down she realized that it was too far to jump and escape unscathed. Directly in front of the bed were two doors. Choosing the one to the right she cracked open the door to find a large bathroom that rivaled the prefects bathrooms at Hogwarts. Quickly glancing around the room, she saw that there was no possible escape through there.

She quietly closed the door and stepped up to the one on the left and that's when she heard them; hushed voices through the door. She placed her ear against the crack and strained to hear what was being said.

"She should be awake soon Lucius and the Dark Lord is on his way as we speak. He is not going to be happy that she was harmed." It was a woman's voice. One that she knew she had heard before but could not place. And she was speaking to Lucius Malfoy. She knew that he was one of the two who had taken her.

"The blame for that lies with Dolohov, that blundering fool is too careless with his wand." Lucius' reply came out as a hiss.

"Let's hope our Lord sees it that way."

Hermione backed away from the door, full blown panic beginning to sink in. Lord Voldemort was on his way here! She had to find a way out before she lost her chance. She ran back over to the balcony and peered over the edge debating if the jump would be worth it. She had to be at the very least 3 stories high.

Maybe if she could hit the ground in a roll she could make it. Just as she had made up her mind to at least try a voice came from behind her.

"I wouldn't try that if I were you dearie." Hermione turned and stood face to face with Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Watch me." Hermione turned back around and took a leap over the barrier. For a brief moment she felt herself falling then a force yanked her backward pulling her back into the room where she landed sprawled on the floor.

"I did tell you not to try. There is a ward placed around the entire manor just to keep you inside." Bellatrix looked at her with a smirk but there was a flash of something else in those dark eyes. It almost seemed like pity but it couldn't be. A woman like her couldn't feel such emotions.

Hermione, still in a heap on the floor, finally gave in to the tears that had been threatening her since she woke up. She brought her knees to her chest and openly sobbed; rocking herself back and forth slightly. Bellatrix let her cry for a moment before kneeling down and grabbing her chin in a surprisingly gentle manner.

"You look so much like her." Hermione looked up and suddenly pure rage shot through her. She spit in her face and tried to stand. But before she could she was knocked back down by a hard slap to the face.

"The Dark Lord is ready for you. Pull yourself together and follow me." She wiped the spit off her cheek and roughly grabbed Hermione by the arm and shoved her through the door on the left.

The room turned out to be a sitting room of sorts but Hermione didn't get much of a chance to look around as she was quickly led through another door at the end of the room. She was dragged through a corridor and through large oak double doors and into what appeared to be a ballroom.

Standing in the middle of the room was Lord Voldemort. Hermione gasped when she saw him. Never had she seen a man look so unhuman in her life. His skin looked almost scale-like and there were only slits where his nose should be. But the worst of it all were the eyes; red, red like blood. And worse yet he was smiling. It looked so unnatural for that face to smile.

She trembled in fear as she was forced to her knees in front of him.

"Welcome to Malfoy Manor….. daughter."