ORIGINAL AN (02.28.2014): So this is my very first HP fanfic, hope it's not too bad. I have a lot more coming because I feel really inspired! Please! Please! review it would help me immensely! I really don't mean to be annoying but reviews are my ONLY way of knowing how good my story is so it would be nice of you to do so!

*SPOILER ALERT* This is the first fic I've ever seen where Dolohov is Mione's father but I thought it would be interesting to actually change it up a bit, it's always Blaise Zabini is Mione's long lost twin or something like that... Tell me what you thing about it in your review or PM me if you'd rather do that!

Disclaimer: Obviously I'm not JK Rowling so I don't own anything you recognize, this goes for the whole story!

Edited Author's note (05/11/2016): HII! This fanfic is undergoing a top to bottom editting, not when it comes to major plot points but definitely when it come's to language...I'm trying to edit everything speedily to get new chapters going. Hope you enjoy it :*

Kat

Stuffed animals were strewn across the pink bed sheets, the late afternoon light poured through the window forcing the girl to throw an arm over her face in order to block out the sunlight. Alone in her room, Hermione Granger was staring at the ceiling, her eyes stung from all the crying she had been doing. It had only been a day since she had said her tearful goodbyes to Harry and Ron on platform nine and three quarters. She was alone at home now, stuck with her own thoughts. "I can't believe Dumbledore is dead" she whispered to herself. The old man's existence seemed so deeply rooted in the wizarding world that Hermione could not fathom life at Hogwarts without him. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and forming small, salty puddles on either side of her head. She imagined the headmaster's office without its numerous, seemingly useless trinkets and its overflowing bowl of lemon drops. She was too soft, she knew it. Death still shocked her. contrarily to Harry. Harry that got destructively angry but whose resolve never faltered. He was never truly scared, she surmised that it came from the fact that since his birth violence and tragedy clung to him- like hair on sweaty skin. Absently, her hand went down to rub at the large scar on her stomach. War was brewing and she needed to be stronger.

Antonin

"Antonin..." the cold eerie voice of the Dark lord sent shivers down Dolohov's spine as he entered the ostentatious dining room of Malfoy Manor. "You called for me my lord?" the Death eater could barely suppress the fear in his voice as he mentally made the lists of all the mistakes he might be punished for. Antonin Dolohov was one of the Dark Lord's most faithful but no Death Eater was ever completely safe from their master's wrath. To his surprise he heard a chuckle "You are not here to be punished Antonin, I called upon you to discuss a topic that may please you...". Relief flooded over the Death Eater as he kneeled in front of his lord.

"May I as what you wish to talk about my lord?". Tom Marvolo Riddle turned his snake-like face towards his faithful servant. Even after all this time, Antonin could not help but flinch when his gaze met with the crimson, slit like eyes of his master. Back at Hogwarts, in 1944, he had been handsome, charismatic, unbelievably powerful which made younger Slytherins such as Antonin flock to him despite his cruelty. Now, none of that fascinating boy remained, except for the raw power and vacillating mental health "It's time you retrieve your daughter Antonin".

Antonin did not believe the words he was hearing, did not allow himself to believe them. He knew that his lord enjoyed playing sick games on even his most faithful followers. Antonin never expected to see his daughter again, she had been ripped away from his arms the day he had been taken to Azkaban. When imprisoned there, her round face and brown curls haunted him almost as much as his wife's lifeless body resting on bloody sheets. Shaking away the painful memories, Antonin raised head, attempting to read his lord's expression

-"But my lord, the ministry concealed her appearance after I was sent to Azkaban,for all I know Kateryna might be dead, or worse, raised as a filthy Muggle!"

-"Are you questioning me Antonin?"

Antonin knew better than to ever question Lord Voldemort and promptly backtracked. Questions were threatening to tumble from his lips. He wisely kept them to himself, knowing that he was only one wrong word away from a cruciatus.

"Never my lord I was merely surprised at the good news. My lord is truly benevolent in allowing me to bring Kateryna home." Dolohov hastily replied not willing to suffer the wrath of Lord Voldemort.

"I have to warn you Antonin, I cannot, will not have my Death Eaters go soft. I expect your daughter's return to have no effect on your performance or their shall be dire consequences..."

Antonin understood his meaning perfectly, his daughter was fully expandable to his Lord and her existence could be over before he even met her with a flashing green light.

"Of course my Lord, I understand my lord"

Antonin didn't dare to say anything else. Conversations with the dark lord were always sparse. Nobody dared breathe a single more word than necessary lest they find themselves hit with a particularly excruciating cruciatus.

"You may go retrieve your daughter today, take Yaxley and Rowle with you. I expect her to put up quite a fight".

Antonin furrowed his brow, why would his daughter have any reason to put up a fight? He surmised that the ministry would have placed her in a Muggle family, she most probably had never received an Hogwarts letter. He furrowed his brow for a second, Muggles were known to steal magic, there was a chance that Kateryna's power had been stolen away by some filthy mudblood. He shuddered at the thought. Merlin help him, if she was a Squib he would have to get rid of the abomination!

"Where will I find her my lord?"

A twisted smile stretched Lord Voldemort's chalky cheeks

Kat

"Sweetheart we're going out for the day! Are you okay with staying home?"

Rose Granger asked while peeking her head in her daughter's room

"Sure mom" Hermione mumbled her bushy hair barely visible from beyond the pile of parchments and book strawn across her bed.

"What are you doing sweetheart?' Rose asked, she understood her daughter's love for knowledge but was always surprised to see her captivated by a book even during her first week of summer holiday. Rose Granger had always been a social creature, as a young girls she would go out for drinks with her friends and run around time with questionable boys. Hermione was nothing like her mother, she enjoyed staying home and evolved in a world that Rose couldn't fully understand.

"Oh it's fascinating really, I'm researching Goblin made weapons did you know that they are able to assimilate any substance poured onto them such as Basilisk's weapon, like when Harry..." Hermione abruptly stopped her sentence, noticing her mother's confused face. Rose smiled softly at her daughter, kissing her brow she sighed " I'm so sorry sweetheart but sometimes I can't understand a word you're saying..."

As her mother walked out of the room with a last wave of her hand, Hermione felt a terrible sense of guilt overwhelm her, it wasn't fair of her to expect her family to understand everything about the wizarding world.

"Mom?"

She called out as Rose went to close the door behind, aware of Hermione's love for peace and quiet.

"Yes sweetheart?"

Rose answered pausing with a hand on the doorknob

"I love you"

A smile warmed Rose face "I love you too baby"

A few minutes later, Hermione heard her parent's car make its way out of the driveway, the familiar sound of gravel under the wheels making her smile. After a year surrounded by magic and war, she was home.

It had been hours since Hermione's parents left when she heard a crashing noise coming from downstairs. Don't be so paranoid Mione, it's probably just Crooks looking for food she thought as she resumed her studying. But only a couple of seconds later, her paranoia was once again fuelled by the sound of footsteps. Putting her quill down she tiptoed to the door and out into the darkened hallway. Carefully she made her way across the floor, paying special attention to avoiding the floorboard that creaked. Silent as a shadow the terrified young witch made her way down the stairs. As she was about to reach the bottom of the staircase one of the steps creaked loudly giving away her presence to the intruders in the room next door. Everything happened very fast. She heard shouting as she tried to make it to the door cursing silently as she realized she had left her wand in her room. Stupid! Stupid Hermione forgetting something the one time you actually need it! she thought as she made a desperate dash to the front door. A second later two strong arms were gripping her, immobilizing her from behind.

"Are you sure that's her?"

Her captor answered with a noncommittal grunt. A thousands thoughts were coursing through her head, she didn't want to die. She thought of Harry and Ron, they would have to go through the coming war alone. She shut her eyes readying herself for the flashing green light of the killing curse.

"It wouldn't hurt to check, just remove the bloody concealment charm!"

Revelio the voice whispered. Hermione barely had the time to furrow her brows in confusion before she felt her body melt and reform, her eyes burn and her scalp prickle as her body. The sensation wasn't unpleasant per se but Hermione surmised that pain would be imminent, there would be no other reason for Death Eaters breaking into her house.

"She looks just like Romilda..." the voice whispered.

- "Just get on with it" Hermione let out in a hoarse whisper. Trying her best to conceal her shaky tone and ignore the deafening pounding of her heart in her chest "If it's information that you want you'll get nothing out of me"

-"My little Kat..." the voice whispered again, it sounded strangely broken. She felt the grip on her tighten. Hermione was furious, first of all these men, probably Death Eaters, broke into her house and now one of them was muttering nonsense to her. If this was meant to be some highly sophisticated torture technique the Dark Lord was really getting sloppy...Unfortunately, this thought did not abate her fear in the slightest as her attackers kept on muttering nonsense to each other. Feeling the grip on her waist loosen ever so slightly she saw her opportunity to strike. Throwing her elbow back blindly she made a run for the door, only a few steps away. But her fast strides did not get her there fast enough as she felt a hand wrap around her wrist and lock both of her arms behind her back.

"Let go of me you Death Eater scums!" Hermione screamed and thrashed, she knew it was the end. She was probably going to die without even getting to say goodbye to her best friends, and her parents...She imagined them coming home and not understanding the meaning of the Dark Mark over their house. She prayed that no harm would come to them as she readied herself for her imminent demise. To her surprise neither Death Eater reacted to her outburst, instead the biggest of the three that had remained silent until that point said:

"We have what we came for Dolohov, let's go back to the Manor. I don't want to spend anymore time in the house of some filthy muggles!"

Dolohov, Hermione shuddered at the name. He was the one that had inflicted the unfading scar at the battle of the Department of Mysteries. Lost in her racing thoughts she barely felt the familiar squeeze of apparition and in an instant she was elsewhere.

With a pop the group appeared in the main hall of what the death eaters referred to as "The" Manor. Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes as she tried to figure out what was to happen of her. She expected to be dragged straight into a dark dungeon but the psychotic Death Eater that kept on calling her Kat dragged her from room to room finally arriving in front of a large mahogany door. Hermione started panicking, that was it, they were going to kill her or torture her. Who knew what would happen to her behind the closed wooden panel ? Would she be asked to give away information or finished off fast? Would she stay imprisoned in this place for months? Hermine sincerely hoped that if they killed her it would be with a quick Avada Kedavra to the chest. Please, Please make it fast she hoped while she tried to contain her sobs.

Antonin

Antonin Dolohov was fuming as he dragged his daughter across the halfway of Malfoy manor. To think that his precious heir had been living in the muggle world for years bothered him greately but it had been expected. What truly made him fuming was the fact that she had been disguised as mudblood Granger for. "I cursed her" he recalled bitterly "I almost killed my only daughter". The girl was sobbing uncontrollably and he had no idea how to react, he wasn't exactly the caring type and had no idea how to deal with crying women. He wished Romilda was still there. Their union had been an arranged marriage which was customary in pureblood society, but she was soft and caring. She would have found the right words. How would he explained to a girl that lived for her all life as a pathetic mudblood that she was the heir to one of the purest families in the country. He vividly remembered how courageous she had been when fighting at the Department of Mysteries. Of course, at the time her resilience had only made him want to kill her. If only he could get her to cooperate she would be a great asset to the cause. But Antonin Dolohov was no fool, he knew that his daughter would be wholly unwilling to cooperate. She probably hates me, how do I get her to cooperate? I can't have her running around defying the Dark Lord anymore. Antonin had no idea how to go about the situation, he knew he was not a gentle man and his daughter would need a soft hand to nudge her onto the right path. "I'll get Bella to talk to her afterwards, keep an eye on her! They're women they probably have a lot in common, at least she'll have someone to teach her proper pureblood manner. I'm sure Bella will enjoy it. She'll never admit it but I know she's always wanted a child." Of course, Antonin was completely disregarding that Kat would have little in common with the bloodthirsty and Dark Lord obsessed Bellatrix. Oblivious to the flaws in his reasoning, Dolohov guided his daughter towards the small living room in the east wing of the manor, hoping to explain the situation to Kateryna as concisely as possible. "Let's get this over with" he thought as he pushed the door open and ushered his daughter through.

Kat

"Sit" the unknown death eater said as they entered a surprisingly cozy living room. "What the hell is happening?" Hermione wondered as she hesitantly sat down on a plush armchair. Much to her astonishment, the death eater started removing his mask. When it was off, Hermione couldn't stifle a shriek.

"You...you...you're Do-Do-Dolohov" she spluttered. In retrospect she should not have been surprised by his identity. He had sounded like the leader during her capture.

Dolohov quirked an eyebrow and amusement flickered in his dark eyes. He had hear that Hermione Granger was an unbelievable sharp girl and was quite entertained by her astonishment.

"Indeed"

"You almost killed me! You monster! You...you...I almost died! The department of mystery you were there...the purple curse! It was you, my scar..." Hermione was terrified now, she knew that shouting jumbled nonsense at a deatheater was the fastest way to get crucioed to the brink of insanity but she had no intention to sit idly in front of her almost-murderer! Dolohov suddenly furrowed his brow as if reminded of an annoying detail. He waved his hand dismissively at Hermione's statement, trying to ignore that disturbing fact.

"That is not the point of this conversation Kateryna"

Anger bubbled up in Hermione's chest as the death eater called her Kateryna once again. All rationality was thrown out the window as Hermione figured that if she was going to die she might as well give the man a sizeable piece of her mind.

"Listen here you Death Eater piece of shit! I don't know who Kateryna is but I am sick of your little mind games so if you brought me here to kill me get on with it !"

"Enough!" Dolohov's voice boomed "In the future I advise you to address me in a more respectful tone young lady, or you will regret it" the second part of the sentence was said softly yet it managed to terrorize Hermione more than any of the danger that she had experienced with her best friends. She desperately wanted to make a run for it but knew that without a wand she wouldn't even get to the door.

-"Kateryna stop staring at that door, there is no way you can escape now. I want you to listen to me"

-"My name's not..." she interjected

Dolohov must have had enough of her very vocal protest for her grabbed her wrist sharply and looked her square in the eyes. His voice barely more than a hiss.

"Do not interrupt me when I'm speaking, you insolent girl! Did these muggles not teach you manners?"

Hermione didn't know what to say anymore, she wondered what her parents would think when they'd realize their daughter had disappeared. Tears stung the back of her eyes but she would not let them stream down her face. She would not let him see how terrified she truly was.

"Now you will stop protesting and listen to me, Understood?"

Hermione slowly nodded knowing she had absolutely no choice in the matter. She figured that even if her death was imminent, letting the death eater speak may allow her some respite. Maybe even giver her the time to formulate a plan of escape.

"Good, now, where to start..."

"don't ask me " Hermione thought "this once I have absolutely no idea what's going on..."

"Ah yes! 16 years ago ,on october 31 1979, my wife Romilda Rosier gave birth to a child,a little girl. We named her Kateryna Cassiopeia Dolohov however Romilda died only a few hours after giving birth to our baby".

She tried to stop herself from rolling her eyes, now was not the time to get a rundown of Antonin Dolohov's life story.

"And how does that have anything to do with me?"

Dolohov smirked "I thought you were the smartest witch of your age"

Hermione was starting to piece everything together but she could not, she would not believe that what she imagined was true...

"You were that baby, you are Kateryna. My little girl."

"No. No. No! This is not happening..." she whispered and then louder "That's not possible. I look just like my mom. I saw my birth certificate, my grandmother was there when I was born!"

Dolohov quirked an eyebrow

"Are you so sure about that?' he asked, an unreadable expression on his face. Waving his wand he made a full length mirror appear. Hermione did not dare to look but a sharp tug on her chin made her face turn to face her reflection. She was looking into pitch black eyes. They were not hers.

Hermione couldn't prevent her sharp intake of breath as she stared at the reflection, her reflection. She had never considered herself pretty, even when Cormac McLaggen -the self declared Gryffindor playboy- made a move on her. The girl looking back at her was unquestionably lovely, although Hermione tried to rationalize the situation by telling herself that this newfound beauty came from not being used to this new face. After a second look, she realized that the changes were not as aggressive as she first thought. Some of her features were still there, although majorly overshadowed by some of the striking changes to her bone structure.

She was petite, smaller than Hermione no more than 5''3. This new found short stature somewhat explained her difficulty in reaching the door to her house fast enough to escape. The girl had a generally tiny frame with a swan like neck, small hands and feet. Her waist seemed impossibly thin, gently curving into womanly hips that Hermione never had. Her breast were small, smaller than Hermione's ones had been albeit rounded and sitting higher on her chest. Her legs seemed impossibly long for her almost childlike stature. But the most striking changes to her features were on her face. Pitch black eyes were looking back at her, huge, heavy lidded and long lashed, striking on her olive skin. Her eyes were disturbingly reminiscent of someone she knew, although she could not put her finger on it. The changes to the rest of her face were subtler, most of her features seemed sharped, more pronounced. Her cheekbones seemed higher, her lips fuller and her brows sharper. Her hair seemed unrecognizable, slightly darker and glossier but most importantly much longer, her once tight curls hung in soft waves down her back. She flashed her reflection a small smile, uncovering a flash of white, perfectly straight, impossibly small was something unsettling about the girl's face it didn't seem natural and reminded Hermione of someone...

Dolohov, her father walked towards her, distracting her from her own reflexion. She wanted to break down, cry, maybe smash the expensive looking vase set on a nearby windowsill but she remained stoically silent.

-"Kateryna, I will be glad to talk some more later however I have ...hum... some business to attend too right now. I'll be back later. Don't worry I won't leave you alone, I thought you might want to talk with another woman about the whole situation."

.The woman that walked into the room

Bella

Bellatrix Lestrange wasn't considered a kind person, infact most people that had seen her in action considered her a psychotic bitch. Yet buried deep down, Bellatrix longed for love and affection. After the death of Romilda, her cousin and closest friend, she had started taking care of the newly orphaned baby and formed a very peculiar bond with the child. If there was one single person in that wretched world that Bellatrix would want to save it was her little Kat. When Yaxley had come to her, revealing that Antonin had just brought home Kateryna and that he requested her to keep his daughter company while he notified the Dark Lord, she had felt a sense of happiness that she usually experienced solely when serving her lord. As Bella was about to enter the Blue Salon, the door opened and Antonin walked out, looking uncharacteristically unsettled. They acknowledged each other with a nod and Antonin mouthed a thanks while hastily walking away. The girl was sitting on a chair, staring at her with dark eyes open wide, dumbfounded and seemingly panicked. She hastily tried to get up and in her panic knocked over her own chair, falling to the ground in an undignified couldn't help but notice the strong resemblance to Romilda in the girls' delicate features. Hesitantly Bella smiled, a gesture she didn't partake in very often.

"Hello Kateryna, you probably don't remember me, I'm Bella, I took care of you when you were a child."

Kateryna just stared at her her eyes growing wider as she started shaking. Finally she spoke, her low, soft voice barely audible

"You? You? You took care of me?"

Bella couldn't contain a throaty laugh, kneeling by Kateryna who as still sprawled on the floor. Putting her hand on the girl's cheek she whispered conspiratorially

"And what an annoying Baby you were!"

The girl look at her bewildered and visibly recoiled from her touch. Bellatrix would never admit it but the rejection stung.

-But you're...you're evil! you tortured Neville's parents! You killed Sirius! Why did you take care of me?

Bella felt her throat tighten, she had been called way worse but coming from the mouth of a girl that she used to love like her own mother her feel hollow. Trying to keep her temper in check she sat in an armchair across from Kat who had finally righted herself. The girl flinched as Bella leaned closer staring at her straight in the eyes

"You know me? How?" Her voice was even, calm. "Don't scare her Bella she already seems terrorized enough."

"You were at the ministry..."

"The ministry, you were there?" Bellatrix repeated, where did Kateryna come from she wondered?"

"Yes"

Bellatrix' mind went blank, her beloved girl was a blood traitor. She attempted to excuse the behavior, she after hadn't known that her blood was too pure to be tainted in such way. Trying to rid herself of the thought she attempted to determine who Kateryna had been before her rescue, inadvertently thinking out loud

"But there were only Lovegood, Potter, Longbottom, the Weasels and the..." suddenly she stopped. And stared at Kateryna. "Merlin's balls" she thought.

"You were the Granger girl"

Kat visibly clenched her jaw, her lithe form was shaking gently.

"Are you going to kill me?"

At this question, Bella couldn't help but laugh, not the disturbing, high pitched noise made when in the heat of battle but a real, warm laugh. Gently she pushed the girl's hair back from her face, tucking a chocolate strand behind her ear.

"Of course not dear, I'm here to help you. Merlin knows you'll need it."

"Help me?" sounding extremely suspicious, Kat irritably tapped her ridiculously small fingers on the edge of her seat. Bellatrix could understand it, she wasn't exactly the calmest or most sane person in the midst of battle which was the only way the girl had ever seen her.

"Well you weren't exactly raised as Pureblood... Do you know anything about your family history?"

"No"

Bellatrix clicked her tongue. She wasn't surprised, filthy muggles did not teach much to their children but it complicated her task.

"Ballroom Dancing?"

"Gods no"

Bella furrowed her brows at the distinctly muggle saying, she was familiar with the phrase but did not wish it to cross Kateryna's lips.

"Pureblood Courting"

"I have a very vague idea of what that is"

She sounded extremely tentative in her answer, which Bella interpreted as a resounding no.

"So you don't know that soon you will have dozens of suitors grovelling at your feet for a little bit of attention. Hoping to become your future husband and get access to your sizable dowry?"

"No. Wait! What? I'm not getting married anytime soon" Kat scoffed, rolling her eyes at the mere idea of marriage.

Bella smiled "Just what I told mother" she recalled

"That's what I said at your age too, there's no way to get out of it though so I advise you get used to the idea of being married off in a couple years."

Bella pitied Kat, she knew exactly how it felt to be forced into a wedding dress at the age of nineteen, with few prospects in life other than needlepoint and popping out heirs.

"They can't drag me up the aisle can they!?" Hermione seemed outraged "What about women's rights, I don't understand what's the point of being married so early?"

A dark chuckle escaped Bella, Kat reminded her of herself at her age. Romilda, he sister Cissy and all of her friends had been overjoyed at the prospect of marriage. Cissy would go on for days about her "absolutely dashing" Malfoy while Romilda would calmly state that Antonin was a strong, talented pureblood and that one day she would love him. She remembered her own engagement, her mother had to place a permanent sticking charm on the ring after Bella's sixth attempt to feed it to her aunt's cat.

"You really do need my help don't you?"

Kat bit the inside of her cheek, she seemed to adapt incredibly fast to the situation.

"Maybe" she finally conceded in small voice. Her face turning away as a tear threatened to fall from her long lashes. Bella wiped it away with her thumb, gently stroking her hair before leaving the room. She understood the longing for loneliness, but she was no fool, she cast a locking charm on the door before making her way down the hall.

Antonin

Antonin Dolohov was meeting with the Dark Lord for the second time today and it wasn't doing his nerves any good. " I wonder what his plans are for Kateryna"

"Oh don't worry about it Antonin no harm will come to you dear girl"

Antonin spun on his heels as the voice of the Dark lord rose from a corner of the room. Voldemort's ability to read mind never got any less unsetling

"I presume that you found her"

Kneeling respetully in front of his master he answered, unable to hide his small smile.

"Indeed my lord"

"Good, I will call a meeting in two hours bring the girl"

With these words he was gone. "That ...hum... man really has a penchant for dramatic exits" thought Anton as he went to retrieve his daughter. He sincerely doubted she would appreciate the news but she was a Dolohov now, their families loyalty laid with the Dark Lord.

Kat

If a week ago somebody had told Hermione that she would have had a pleasant conversation with notorious Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange she would have laughed at them. It was happening though, yes Bellatrix was extremely hot headed, prejudiced and slightly neurotic but Hermione realized that Bella's allegiance to the Dark Lord was the women's only way to assert herself in the misogynistic pureblood society. After leaving her alone for about half an hour, Bellatrix had walked back in to a completely destroyed room. The painting on the wall had been ripped appart and the delicate crystal bowl on the coffee table now lay in shards on the floor. Hermione had been curled in a corner, her hand bleeding and her body wracked with sobs. Bella had lowered herself to the ground next to her shaking figure and gently healed the bloodied hand while stroking Hermione's hair. After righting the room with a few reparos she had nudged Hermione to sit on the sofa with a cup of hot tea. Passed the first awkward moments, Hermione and Bellatrix had settled in a sort of silent truce. Neither of them would mention tension-causing subjects such as mudbloods and house-elfs. They were laughing light heartedly at Hermione's recounting of the misadventures of Draco as the 'Amazing Bouncing Ferret' when a tall, good looking boy with dark hair and icy blue eyes came in, when he saw Hermione or rather Kateryna he stopped abruptly. Bellatrix's gaze flickered from the boy to Kateryna. She in turn looked at the boy, a mildly interested expression on her face.

"He didn't tell you did he"

Both she and the boy answered at the same time.

"Tell me what?"

Bellatrix sighed " Classic... idiotic men behavior..." she mumbled under her breath

"Kateryna this is your brother Cepheus. Cephy sweetheart, this is Kateryna your little sister"

Oh my! Hermione thought I have a brother. She expected panic to set in, just as it had with every previous revelation but this discovery actually brought her had always wished for a smirked at her

"I know my good looks are quite extraordinary but it wouldn't hurt if you actually said something. ..I mean you've been missing for what? 16 years?"

She could barely reply, Cepheus cocked his head to the side. Flashing her a very Slytherin-like grin.

-"I never saw you at school"

Cepheus rolled his eyes dramatically and answered with a laught.

"Wow original Kat!What a fascinating question! I go to Durmstrang.:

Hermione blushed at the taunt and was about to answer with a biting remark when her father burst into the room.

-"There will be a death eater meeting in less than two hours, Kateryna you are to attend. The Dark Lord is planning on introducing you to his followers."

Hermione started panicking, how would she survive a meeting with a roomful of death eaters. She was not known for wise silence in the face of danger and knew very well that she could not make a single wrong move with Lord Voldemort in the room.

"Please don't make me do this, please you know of my background it would be torture for me! He will look into my mind, he'll kill me. Please."

"You have no choice in the matter the Dark Lord himself requested your presence."

"What?"

Hermione's mind went coursing, this was all the end of an elaborate, twisted joke. Voldemort would torture her for information and then let her die a traitor to the order. She started trembling

-"It's a great honor Kateryna" Bellatrix interjected softly, pride tangible in every one of her words,it means he has taken an interest in you."

Hermione couldn't do it anymore, her knees buckled and she fell to the ground barely containing her tears

"I don't want the Dark Lord to take an interest in me! From this morning things have gone from bad to worse! I discovered my parents weren't really my parents and nobody even bothered to tell me how I ended up with them! The I discover my father is a Death eater that almost killed my friends and I just last year! After that I discovered I have a brother! What's next, you can't drop bombs on me like that every two seconds even I can't process that much information!"

Hermione would have laughed at Cepheus' questioning "bombs?" but she was losing all control of her body. Antonin was feeling more and more uncomfortable as he stared at his distressed daughter kneeling down besides her, he started patting her head in an attempt at a consoling gesture.

"Kateryna I realize this is a lot for you to process,as I told you before we still have to have a long discussion but if you want to know the truth, I have no idea how you ended up at those muggles' house but I suspect it was Dumbledore's work."

At the mention of her old parents Hermione regained enough composure to ask

"What will become of them, the Grangers, they don't know what happened to and must probably be looking everywhere for me!"

-They have been dealt with...

No, No, No Hermione thought, hoping that Dolohov didn't deal with her adoptive parents the way her vivid imagination was telling her he did

-"You didn't..."

-"Ou course not, I imagined you wouldn't appreciate it. They were obliviated."

Reassured, Hermione let out a sigh of relief and hesitantly tried to get up.

"Um, When is this meeting again?" she asked Dolohov, trying to keep her legs from shaking.

Her question was answered with three bright smiles.

AN: So this is the edited version of chapter 1 after 2 whole years off of ffnet, I'm gonna start working on the others so I can hopefully start putting out new material in a couple weeks. I'm in the middle of my finals right now but as soon as I'm done with college for the year I'll have a LOT more free time.

Anyways, I took out a bunch of stuff that my 15 year old self considered super cool but that made me roll my eyes, such as Kat being part veela which I thought to be a bit over the top. I was hesitant at changing hermione's appearance at all but considering that in the BOOKS she looks nothing like emma watson and that I wanted her to actually look related to Belatrix (Bella, Andromeda and Narcissa's mom was a Rosier so Kat and Bella are second cousins) it wouldn't make sense for her to have gone unnoticed by purebloods for years if she wasn't under some kind of concealement charm. I imagine Kat to look like Italian acrtess Claudia Cardinale when she was young but that's just me. I also tried to expand a little bit on the ACTUALLY being shocked and upset part although I think hermione in the books is one of those people that would adapt quickly to a situation (but in the original Chapter 1 she sounded WAY too calm.

I have a pretty clear idea of where this is going now and hope you like it! Please, Please review and let me know how you like it (they make me write faster because I know that people are enjoying my stuff)- also let me know your favorite ships! My favorites are by far Hermione/Draco and Hermione/Tom Riddle (Hermione/Sirius black is also a sorta guilty pleasure of mine) I'm generally a Slytherin boys shipper, I just think that they're characters are layered because they're not ALWAYS bad people but their environments make them truly cruel and biggoted

Keep in mind the next chapters will prob not be edited for a couple more days.

Much Love - Fede