An: So this is my first Harry Potter fanfic. I hope you enjoy, and let me now what you think. Also, I don't own any of the ideas, ect. ect. ect. you guys know the deal.
Lady Eclypse

The Worst Day ever

So I'm not exactly sure why I bought this journal. I'm not really the diary type. But I do know that I have to tell someone my secret before the main stream finds out, and my life is truly threatened.

My name is Hermione Marie Granger, and I have a deep, dark, secret. No I am not a Death Eater, for believe me that would be a blessing compared to this monstrosity of a curse, so let me start from the beginning.

My mother's name is Amelia Marie Webster; she's a pureblood witch and also the Duchess of some small province in Cambodia, for the work she had done with a mystic faery tribe. This of course was before she had met my father, before she had ever even heard of my father in fact.

They met when she was twenty, married when she was twenty three; my brother was born when she was twenty four. His name is Vulcan Isaac Webster. He attended Durmstrad in Belgium because it's what my mother wanted. Now he serves beside my father. I was born when my mother was twenty five, and my father was forty when I was born. This brings me to why my secret is such a devastating blow to my current lifestyle, which is alive; especially since The-Boy-Who-Lived is my best friend.

My father is the one most feared wizard in the entire world, a one Tom Marvolo Riddle, or in other words, the dark lord Voldemort himself. The one wizard everyone wants dead.

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Hermione put her quill down and looked over what she had just written. She hand known her father to be Lord Voldemort all her life, and she had kept it hidden from Harry Potter to help keep him safe, but she knew in the end, there would be no escaping her father's wrath of fury.

No one else in the wizarding world even knew that Voldemort had children. Few Death eaters even knew that Amelia Webster was Lady Riddle, but those who did know, knew her safety was of the utmost importance, and that was why she and her children had lived for so long in the Muggle world.

But with the return of her father, Hermione was forced to move back into the wizarding world, none of her friends were allowed at her house, and her mother had even hired Muggles to pose as her parents, so no one would know the truth. So, she was forced to occupy her time in other ways, she had chosen ball room dancing and piano lessons, and she was very good at both.

Her body became very tone and fit from her summers of intense dance instruction, and she had the wizarding world's greatest partner, Guy Prince, but as the summer of Hermione's seventh year began, everything started to go awry.

At the end of her sixth year attending Hogwarts, her father had sent Draco Malfoy on the near impossible task of killing Albus Dumbledore, at which he had not succeeded and The-Boy-Who-Miraculously-Escaped-Voldemort's-Fury and his group of 'Dumbledorian Aurors' had saved the day again, which yes, she had been a part of, but she was seriously tiring of all Harry's 'Golden Boy Hero' antics, and having to bail him out of his messy situations.

Then some of the Death Eaters had been told of Voldemort's offspring, and it had managed to leak into the Order of the Phoenix. Luckily, Hermione had over heard and was able to tell her father of the danger that she and Vulcan were now waist deep in. After that revelation, Hermione had removed herself from all contact with Order members and #12 Grimmald place.

Soon after the news of her disbanding from the Order, a letter from The-Boy-Who-Was-Obsessed-With-Killing-Her-Father arrived, asking her friend to friend (and no more, might I add) for Hermione's help in finding the vile, inhuman, flesh, and bone of the dark lord, to lure him out and then kill them together as a family.

Her response was a howler with a very large, and loud resounding no along with a warning to never speak of such business in her presence again, unless he was prepared to terminate their now shaky at best, friendship.

That same day, Guy Prince had accepted a position at a top notch dance studio, for an outstanding job, which seemingly left Hermione partner less, until the scum of the earth dared to show his face in the very same dance studio that she attended competition lessons at. She later discovered that he had been ironically placed in her piano lessons as well. She was most definitely not impressed, neither was he, but neither wanted nor expected to be impressed by one another, just horrified.

But then again, Hermione wasn't entirely surprised that it had been Draco Malfoy to show up to ruin her summer. She was sure it was her father's doing, to help some what ensure her protection for the ever growing vigilante tactics of the ever growing Order of Harry Potters Will.

'Father can't possibly believe that that insolent, festering, infectious, maggot filled pile of shit could protect me from anything.' She thought disgusted by her father's actions.

"Hermione good news, Mr. Malfoy here has just joined our summer competition team, and needs a partner. We've deiced since Guy is no longer with us, you will be partnered with Draco." Madame Shelly announced as she entered the dance studio.

"You must be joking, I'd rather shoot myself in the face," She muttered.

"Now, now, how would dear old daddy take that mud-"

"Do not finish that sentence if you want to live long enough to see the dawn tomorrow morning," Hermione advised darkly.

"I am here to protect you from The-Boy-That-Should-Have-Died-Sixteen-Years-Ago. Not be your best friend, don't forget that Granger." He said as he grabbed her wrist and held her body close to his.

"My father will hear of this Malfoy!" Hermione spat, as she slapped him hard across the face, giving her the desired result of releasing her from his vice like grip.

"Ah, such hostile chemistry the two of you have!" Madame Shelly shrieked in delight. "Alright you two, let's see what you've got together on the dance floor,"

"Which dance would you like Madame?" Hermione asked eager to squash Malfoy's arrogant disposition with her exceedingly good dance moves.

"Let's begin with the Tango, move into a quick step, and finish this session with a samba." She instructed.

"Alright," they answered in unison and scowled at one another. The newly formed couple whisked across the dance floor in perfect time and perfect step with each other, as they bickered with each other in whispers.

"Don't think that you will get away with welting my beautiful skin," Draco warned.

"I can get away with anything I like. Especially with my very existence in danger from The-Boy-Who-Is-Better-Than-You-At-Everything," she hissed in response as he swept her into a low dip.

"Then get your father to refuse my father's offer for me to marry you! He's been in negotiations with Voldemort since he found out that he had a daughter my age!" Malfoy demanded, "Did you think that your father did this for fun? It's a test to see if I'm worthy of marrying into his blood!"

Hermione was quite flabbergasted with this information being presented to her, "Why on earth would my father want to have a failure such as you marry into his family? Once he hears of how monstrous you've been to me he won't hesitate to cease such negotiations and kill you himself."

"No wonder you've been so bloody good at being evil all these years! You're even more of a spoiled brat than I am, and I never thought that could be possible, although it does make perfect sense now." Draco chuckled, while she glared at him. "I suppose the book worm Gryffindor princess is a brilliant façade for the spawn of the dark lord, since it fooled Dumbledore. In fact it was seemingly the perfect hiding place until dear old daddy told Snape, and Snape was doused with Veritus serum by the Order Of Saint Pot Head."

"Your very life hangs in the balance now Malfoy," Hermione snarled; her hazel eyes hazing over in rage.

"That was brilliant!" Madame Shelly announced as they finished the combination of the three dances. "Yes, you two are phenomenal together! Matched better than you were with Guy Prince, Hermione."

"I'm impressed baby sister. Father said you were good, but he didn't say how good," The man at the door complimented.

"VULCAN!" Hermione yelled running to her brother and flinging herself into his arms, "Has father sent you to take me home?" she asked her excitement quite obvious of the arrival of her brother.

"Yes Hermione, I'm here to take you home, but your new friend here is coming along as well. Ah, no buts about it, Father's request," he explained to her as she opened her mouth to protest.

"Well, what does he want Malfoy for anyway? He's not good at anything but ruining things like my life, and saving his own worthless ass." she asked, clearly irritated with her father's secrecy of it all.

"Hermione, don't question father's reasons. I'm sure he will explain things to you when we arrive home. We both know you are father's favorite child." Vulcan teased.

"Don't say such things Vulcan or I might have to relinquish my title as The-Boy-Who-Is-Completely-Clueless's side kick. Then I would no longer be a part of the 'Golden Trio'. It would have to be changed to the 'Golden Duo'." Hermione teased in return.

"That idiot boy wonder is going to get what's coming to him if I ever meet him, and you aren't going to stop me as you did at the Tri-Wizard Tournament!" Vulcan replied.

"Believe me Vulcan, I don't think I'll get the chance to stop you, Harry and Ron will be out looking for all of father's Horcruxes. They won't be finishing their years at Hogwarts. Plus, they will be taking a few side trips to try to hunt us down." Hermione sighed as they climbed into the Riddle limo.

"But father had Regulus Black gather the remaining Horcruxes. They are all in father's possession now. Have you even mentioned anything to Father about any of this?" Vulcan wondered.

"Well, yes and no. I've suggested using Veritus Serum on me, so he knows that I'm not lying, and in case I've forgotten anything, but he refuses, and says that I will tell him in time." Hermione admitted.

"He is right, but you know that you should tell him."

"I know, I just haven't found the right time I suppose."