Potter is dead, the Order of the Phoenix is in ashes, and Hogwarts has fallen. Bury the dead, mourn your lost and surrender yourselves to Lord Voldemort. Those who resist will be killed.
Hermione Granger was in the midst of a raid gone-wrong when she discovered the fact that 'Potter's Army" had a traitor. As the leader of the small but growing resistance group, her duty was to find them and eliminate them.
Draco Malfoy was presumed dead by the end of his 6th year at Hogwarts. Though four years had passed since Voldemort's "tyranny", he continued to stay in hiding. When he stumbled upon grave information, he acknowledged the subtle, yet ongoing war was still larger then himself. With a weary conscious, he went back to England for the first time in years.
And so they met.
It's pretty short, but I like it like this. If you don't like the story, then piss off and go find some other boring, stupid dramonie story. I really don't give a shit. To those that like this weird introduction, I hope you carry on reading and I really hope you continue reading.
I am also currently writing another story and so, it's hard for me to update and stuff.
This is dedicated to Blackcat8539. I really hope you like this story.