A/N - Wow, I'm not doing my usual fluff stuff. WOW! Yeah, so this is kinda different to my normal stuff (I was getting fed up with the fluff) so I wrote this. If you don't like it, go awayyyy... no, don't. Read it, and then comment. I WILL ONLY TOLERATE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. I WON'T TOLERATE MEANIES. Any meanies gets hit with a fish.

DISCLAIMER - I don't own Harry Potter, so no suey! They all belong to Jo. I just play with them a little. OK, ew. That sounds bad...

Hermione watched as a lone spider made its way down on a silken thread, watching as the small creature inched towards the floor. She looked around the remains of the building in awe. So this is what had happened to number twelve, Grimmauld Place when she'd risked everything, chanced everyone's lives, even put her life on the line, just so she could be with him. She had no idea this would happen, though she felt no remorse…

"My Lady, I am glad you came," a voice hissed behind her, his feet making no noise over the blackened and charred remains.

Hermione didn't even turn around. "What is it you want?"

"My Lord wishes to speak with you. In private," the Death Eater said, slightly muffled by his mask.

"Why?" she said, staring at him. "Why must I concede to his every beck and call?"

"Because he loves you,"

Hermione scoffed. "The Dark Lord is incapable of love. It's in his nature,"
"Yes, but mud- Gran- Hermione," The Death Eater said, taking his mask off. "He needs you to defeat the Light. It's the only way,"
"I know… but I hate this double life," she said, turning away from the blonde headed young man before her and crossing her arms.

"Why are you here anyway?" he asked her. "You killed them months ago; it doesn't do you good to dwell in the past,"

"I had friends here. I had a life then," she muttered, staring at the spider still inching towards the floor. "I wasn't acting like this then,"

"Actually you we-"

"Oh shut-up. I don't want to think that I killed my friends. I don't like to think I killed my friends," she snapped, turning back around. She shook her hair out of her face. She'd kept it long, and curly, but it was now jet-black, and she'd changed. She was no longer the work-a-holic she'd been in Hogwarts, no. Now she was an assassin for the Dark Lord, and betrayer of the Order of the Phoenix. You may have heard that Harry Potter was killed by the Dark Lord. But your sources are wrong. Harry Potter, was in fact, killed, by his very own best friend.

Hermione Granger.

A/N - R&R... I will post the next chappie. :D Peace out. xxx