Right in Front of You
Life
It can twist your heart
Put you in the dark
I was cold and lonely
Chapter 1: Her Father
"Mother… Nooooooooooooo!" Hermione screamed as a green light flashed right in front of her. She ran through the house, up to her bedroom, and over to the window. Looking outside, she saw a horde of death eaters. Crying, she grabbed a piece of parchment and split it in two. She went over to her owl Hermes, named after the messenger of the Gods.
Harry, HELP! Death eaters are attacking my house. -Hermione.
Next she scribbled one to Dumbledore.
Prof Dumbledore, Death eaters at my home. Mom and dad are dead. Trying to hold them off now. Help! -Hermione.
Hermione quickly got up and opened her window. "Fly like you've never done before," she whispered to her owl. "Now, let the battle begin." Hermione threw a few curses at the circle of death eaters.
A pop came from behind her. Whipping around she found none other than Voldemort standing in front of her.
"You!" Her tone was savage. "You're the reason my parents are dead!" She pointed her wand at him.
"Expelliarmus," said Voldemort. Hermione's wand flew into his hand. "Your parents aren't dead," he harshly told her. "They are alive. Those muggles were not your parents, you silly girl. After all of those things I've heard from the Malfoys about you. There was no way that they could possibly have given birth to such a rare and talented child. I thought you would have been smarter. Those muggles were nothing more than adoptive parents. Your mother decided that it would be for the best that you not know about us so she left you here. She didn't know that I was alive at the time. She thought that you should grow up and live a life without war, without any living memory of me. A life where you would be normal just like everyone else. But you will never be normal, my daughter, because you know your past. You have the power now. The second you become sixteen and seven months you will be the most powerful witch in the whole entire world: stronger than even our dear Headmaster or Harry Potter. That's should be tomorrow I believe. Oh! Look at the time! We have to go before the Order arrives. You've sent for their help, have you not?" Voldemort turned toward the door, expecting her to follow him. When she did not, he turned toward her. His eyebrows rose when he noticed that she had fainted on her bedroom floor. "That's an odd reaction." He picked her up, bridal style and then disapparated to where his Death Eaters were waiting for him.
"Have you finished, my lord?" Lucius questioned.
"Deatheaters? Leave us at once. Malfoy, not you." The Death Eaters quickly disapparated from the scene.
"Yes, my lord?" Lucius slowly approached his master.
"I want you to take her with you. I can't have her traveling with me, it would be too dangerous, and she is too important as is. Here," Voldemort said, passing Lucius his daughter reluctantly. "I should have been there for her all these years. She never got to know her mother or me. We should have been there to support her. Marissa was such a dumb woman. She should have taken her back, given her the life she deserved. Well, good luck on your mission, my daughter." With that, Voldemort turned around and disapparated. Hermione lay unconscious in Lucius' strong arms.