A/N: I know the summary is stupid, but I hope the story will be better... There aren't a lot of Voldemort/Hermione stories, so I thought I should write this. I wrote a story similar to this a while back, but deleted it because I started on another story that seemed much better, though, on another site.

Change of Hearts

Chapter One: Introduction to Disaster

"He has been after Harry since as long as we can remembered!" Hermione said with great feeling, as though afraid the ones listening wouldn't understand. "Nothing has changed."

"But it has!" Ron yelled at her. "Now Voldemort has more and more powerful death eaters! He is going to come after Harry because he knows he has the upper hand! We are losing more and more of the order members with each mission. We need to lay low. We need to protect what we have, and what may be taken away from us with two words!" Ron's face was red. He looked almost angry, but Hermione and the order knew better; he was desperate. Just like Ron, the order had suffered many loses, loses which weren't easily forgotten. Ron had lost his older brother Percy when Percy was at the Ministry, running for the part of Minister of Magic. Death eaters had came the night Percy was reading his speech to the public. On The Dark Lord's orders, they killed Percy and everyone in the room, but not before they had the former Minister sign a paper that would put Lucius Malfoy in charge.

Moody had died in a trap set by Voldemort. The order had thought that the house he had gone to would give them some answers to where The Dark Lord was currently at, though it only brought death. Moody had not gone alone. Bill Weasley and Dean Thomas had gone. Dean had been in the order for about a year when he went. He had joined the year after he graduated Hogwarts, only because death eaters killed his brother. Bill had came to the order's hideout from Romania. He originally wasn't going to do that, but the order was in need of serious help. There was no question to that. Dean had heard Moody telling them to go and ran to Bill without question. The two apparated. The two had felt guilty for leaving him there, but the order told them that it was smarter than staying there. If they had, they probably wouldn't be there now, and the order would be in even more trouble.

Mr. Weasley and Professor McGonagall were currently in St. Mungo's. The two were hit with quite a few spells at once, and even though they were not killed, the two weren't young anymore. Mrs. Weasley was volunteering at St. Mungo's. The hospital had been in trouble. All of the doctors and nurses had been injured, or killed. The Dark Lord didn't want them saving or helping anyone, and he was doing a great job of stopping that from happening.

Many more people had died, even those not involved with the order, ministry, or even magic. The order had been depressed and helpless ever since the take over of Hogwarts School. On a cold day, very different from any other day, it happened. Everyone saw it. The Dark Lord and his death eaters walked straight into Hogwarts killing anyone in their way. Students ran, teachers fought and some dies, others apparated themselves and as many students possible to the hideout. The Headmaster had no choice. Once he knew most of the students would be dead he fled to, before Voldemort could reach him. He had to protect those that were saved. He felt incredibly guilty, but who would save the others if he hadn't left? He had made sure everyone there, except Voldemort and the death eaters, were dead before he went. He wouldn't leave anyone there that had done nothing wrong without trying to save them.

The order had ran from place to place through the four years they had been running. Some made it from place to place, others couldn't make it and many dies fighting. The order members stayed together, well almost. There were two groups of the order. The order had split into two groups for safety. Neither group knew where the other group was, for safety, just in case they were found and Veritaserum was fed to them. The two groups moved every two weeks or so; if they didn't then they would make it way to easy for The Dark Lord to find them.

They have lived in fear, in depression, regret, sorrow and the thing they all seemed to want the most: revenge. Yes, that would definitely be it, revenge. Every order member wanted that, whether they cared to admit it or not. Everyone had lost someone, and those who didn't wanted revenge for the people other order members had lost, though not many didn't lose someone. They lived there together, well in the two groups which was in two different, very faraway places, and treated everyone like a family. They were all one another had. They had to make contact with the ones they lived with, whether they liked it or not. They couldn't send owls to family member that were not in the order, or to members from the other group. It was too dangerous. The messages could be received, and even though the letters may not say much, The Dark Lord could fine away to trace it.

Its been years, since any order member has really stepped outside. No one knew what new wizard inventions were out there, and all they could do was be careful. No on in the order had been relaxed; every man, woman and child that was there was frightened. The men tried to stay brave, and although the fake bravery worked for the children, it didn't the women. The women knew that they probably wouldn't be fine. Besides, most of the people order members called, ''children" were the students from Hogwarts that made it out safely, and the former students were in their late teens and early twenties. Some former students were fifteen or sixteen, but only those first and second years that were lucky enough to be saved.

Its no wonder why every Gryffindor became fearful, or how every Ravenclaw became dull, or how every Hufflepuff became mean. Everyone was scared and there were only a few people that could keep the members up and trying there best to set examples, try to see what was happy, and to be grateful that all of them are there. But those things never really gave the other members reasons to want to live, or reasons to wanted to be the same as they used to be. Why would they be happy? Happy about their loved ones dying? Why would they be try to set examples? Examples for no one, after all no one would listen. How could they see what was happy? Nothing seemed to be worth living for, and they had lost many people, so

how were they expected to be happy? Grateful? For what? For being alive when all you ever knew was killed, no not killed, destroyed! All of these things members asked of other members were out of the question!

Again, they were making a plan. A plan that would save them from Voldemort's next attack. They had gave up trying to fight months ago, no all they did was flee. Everyone was sitting around the cold room, with big jackets on and expressionless faces, listening toe one another's reasoning.

Hermione and Ron had been trying to boss one another around. They had been trying to get one another to see their way the whole meeting. Hermione wanted to go after Voldemort. A surprise attack. After all, its been four years, why would Voldemort expect them to fight now when they haven't been fighting since the takeover. Hermione's point was understandable, but people were afraid, so naturally they liked Ron's idea of laying low and running like always. Harry was sitting with Ginny in the half broken red chair, his dim eyes starring into the fire, and although id didn't seem like it, he was listening.

Harry understood where Ron and Hermione were coming from and understood the dangers of both situations. Two years ago, Ron, himself, and every other member would have jumped at Hermione's idea, but not now, they were too scared. Two years ago, they hadn't lost a thousand people. Harry mostly understood why Ron more than anyone wanted to lay low. Ron was in love with Lavender Brown, and had been ever since Hogwarts, but it wasn't just Lavender, it was that Lavender was pregnant, and Ron didn't want his family to be hurt. Harry felt the same way about Ginny, and even though she wasn't pregnant, she was important to Harry. The most important person in Harry's life, except Ron and Hermione.

Hermione didn't seem top understand where the boys were coming from. Could it be because she didn't have a family? Could it be because she didn't love anyone there in that way? Hermione tried to understand, after all anyone who has loved anyone would know where the boys, and everyone there was coming from, but still, they needed to fight. They needed to try to win this battle. The pathetic battle that they haven't been fighting for four years.

They all decided to go with Ron's plan until the next meeting, which would end the same way, as it always did. Everyone remained quiet, looking into the small fire. Harry, thinking of how lucky he was to have Ginny, and how lucky he was that she wasn't harmed. He was thinking how lucky he was to be in love with someone, he knew would never be taken away from him, he would protect her, and if she were to die, he would kill himself. Ron, thinking about what would come out of all this, like he always did. He was laying on a small couch with Lavender, who was sleeping on the pillows from put there for her to lay on. The couch was hard, and he wanted Lavender to be comfortable, so he took pillows from her bed. She had had a bed, he didn't. There was only a twin bed left, and that wasn't even big enough for lavender, so Ron got some blankets and made himself a pitiful bed next to her's, on the floor, so he could make sure she was ok. Ron made her sleep, he has been super scared for the baby. He too, was looking into the fire, leaning his head on Lavender's stomach. Hermione was thinking about how different these once happy, brave, funny people have changed. It was an extraordinary difference. The truth was absolutely no one was the same.

Hermione was starring at Harry and Ginny, and then at Ron and Lavender. She wished she had what they had, so it wouldn't feel like she was alone. But she was also happy she didn't have what they had, she would be too scared of loosing anymore people, especially a person who she was in love with.

She swore after the day her parents died that she would never love again, that she would never feel that pain, but she knew one day she would, after all Harry, Ron and everyone there were not invincible. Hermione felt everyone's pain and that the thing that made her want revenge even more. But she didn't want to do it alone, she was scared too, just like everyone. She knew that everyone there would die unhappy if no one did anything about it. And no one would do anything about it she thought to herself.

How very wrong she was...

A/N2: How was that? Please tell me everything you think about it! Please review and tell me if I should keep this story going! If there is anything I made unclear in here, please tell me, and I will try to make it more clear. Thank you for reading and PLEASE review! UPDATE
I did what I could on editing this chapter. If anyone else sees something BIG please tell me.