~Prologue

Sitting in a dim lighted room, where some of the cold air leaked through the cracks in the walls, I watched the fireflies dance in the field at night. A field that which was more like a sea of golden brown, when the sunrises, that stretch out as far as I could see from this window. Placing my hand on the bare cold window, I heard a soft moaning sound coming from behind me, I didn't dare look behind me- for I already knew it was the red headed witch that I shared a room with. Ginny. I knew that she was still asleep, there was no way possible for her to be up still this late.

Then again- why am I still up in the hours that dawn should be breaking in? Was it because thoughts and knowledge have finally taken over and made me think as much as possible, or the fact I was about ready to leave the Burrow for good? Never to return for the angry remarks for my leaving, the hexes and the un-wanting feeling. That un-wanting feeling that I have now.

Being the brightest witch of my age didn't mean anything. Being muggle-born did have a meaning where I'm surrounded by purebloods and a few half bloods. I already knew Mrs. Weasley only acts kind to me, to be closer to Harry. Fred and George, the jokesters of the place and where I could find console in them when I am in need and cant go to Harry- knowing Ron would be at his side. Sighing at this fact, I also knew that some of the order members didn't at all like me being around Harry, only makes him a bigger target that he already is because of my blood.

Rubbing my legs, I looked around the grim bedroom where Ginny laid in her bed. Her school trunk at the foot of her bed, as mine was shirk and placed in a bag that lay besides me on the casement. Walking back to my side of the room, I should say Ginny's, I placed a note on the made bed. Looking at the room again, before I open the window. Fingers of golden rays started to stretch out into the night sky. Signaling that I had to leave now or not leave at all.

"Good-bye Ginny" I whisper as I fell out of the window, where my eyes started to burn with un-wanting tears as I softly landed on my feet. Gripping onto my bag's strap and wand before waving it towards the window to close and lock it back up.

The fact that hit me harder in the heart than in the mind was now, I have nowhere to go. For I already sent my parents off to Australia, with no memories of the life that they did have, but with ones I alter with. Come on Granger, there's no time for crying. Save it for when you're further away from the Burrow, I thought. Which at all didn't help, for I knew the tears that I held back already started pouring out and sliding down my cheek.

The sun started to stretch out even more with in the sky as it started breaking the night sky up, and bringing the blue skies with it. What felt like hours, but only mere minutes after the sun started to show it's self, loud popping and cracking noises came from behind, both sides and in front of me. Blocking anyway out that I could escape. You should of thought of learning how to Apparition last year, I thought to myself as I also mentally kick my arse for it.

"Well, well, well. Look at what we found. A little Mudblood. And no doubt that it's Potter's Mudblood as well. So, where is Potter anyways? Did he kick you out once he knew you had no more meaning to him?" Said the figure dressed in all black, with a silver mask on. I didn't need Ron to tell me that was a Malfoy. His voice said so it's self, from the many encounters I had with the man. It was hard to forget a voice like that.

"What pleasure is it meeting you out here Mr. Malfoy." I snorted, making sure that he knew I wasn't afraid of him. Folding my arms in front of me, I looked around. One….three….six.. seven death eaters and a Malfoy, I thought.

"Don't be smart with me, Mudblood."

"Who says I'm trying to be smart? We all know that you have an IQ of a ferret." Giggling at what I said only made Malfoy even more angry and annoyed. I also heard some laughter coming from the Death Eaters as well.

"Know your place filthy Mudblood." He growled.

"I will, when hell freezes over and you're a ferret."

I knew I shouldn't have said that, but either way I knew I was dead. By his hand or by Voldemort's. Rolling my eyes at him, watching him as he kept on growling and pointing his wand at me.

"Is there a reason why we're both wasting our time or aren't you just going to kill me and get it over with?" I ask, almost annoyed with Malfoy and the amount of time he has wasted on both our parts. I knew I wasn't even a good 2 miles away from the Burrow. And I knew if Ginny or Fred looked out their bedroom window- they could see this and try to save me. Starring him down and many of his other Death Eaters, I heard shouts behind us. I froze within my place, as I felt my heart beating faster.

"You're coming with us willingly, or would you like to see your friends suffer if you don't," he finally hissed at me as he started to walk towards me. I turned around, facing the backs of the Death Eaters that stood behind me, with their wands out and pointing towards three red heads. I felt a tear escape from my eyes.

"I-I'll go with you, just don't hurt them." I said as he wrapped his hand around my arm, gripping it tightly. I watched as my friends, my true friends stopped in horror, as I knew they watched me apparating with them.

Pushed down onto my knees, I heard laughter coming from all angles and corners from the room I was in. No doubt in my mind that I was going to be torture and then killed. Torture for the knowledge about the Order and Harry and then killed for my blood status and that I'm best friends, or I think I was, with the Boy-Who-Lived. As I started to stand up, I brush off the dirt and stood face to face with the only man that I hated more than anything else.

Voldemort.

The laughter stop as they saw I showed no fear for the man before me. Was he a man or was he a monster? Where am I to judge him? I almost had every right to judge him as he judge me. Starring into those dark red eyes of his, he was rather a good foot or two taller than me, which made him looking down at me.

The room was quite, to quite for my comfort. What were his plans, I thought as I continue to stare at him. As he did with me. I could feel his Death Eaters eyes on us. Picking me apart and wondering what their 'Lord' was going to do with me.

"Hello Voldemort." I said, my voice was firm, for there was no fear with in it.

"Hello Mud blood." He said before he gotten closer, his mouth barely an inch away, whispering, "Welcome home."

I stood frozen. What did he mean welcome home? He started to laugh at my discomfort before turning his back on me and waving his hand towards Malfoy and someone else. Who took the pleasure of dragging me to another door, where I screamed and kicked in horror of what they were about to do to me.