Prologue
A figure stood in the darkened room. His figure was shrouded and his face was hooded. He seemed perfectly alone at first, but a movement in the corner told otherwise.
The young woman in the doorway was wearing a silver gown and her feet were nestled in silver shoes. She stood in shocking contrast to the imposing shadow, but she approached him with familiarity.
She never took her caramel eyes away from his brightly glowing ones as she placed her hand in his deathly white one. His other hand wrapped around her waist, drawing her closer to him. Lowering his head, he chastely kissed her forehead.
Not a word was spoken between the two, but words were not necessary for them to be together. They were content to simply hold each other as the night passed.
She pulled back slightly and reached up to the man's hood. Pushing it back, the face of Lord Voldemort was revealed.
"My love." He said. "My Hermione."
The girl named Hermione reached up and brought his head down to hers, closing the distance between their lips with a searing kiss.
Chapter One
Hermione Granger woke up and looked around her room. Seeing that everything looked normal, she let out a sigh of relief. There was no darkened room, but her light filled red one. There was no silver dress on her, but her own green pajamas. And, most importantly, there was no Dark Lord holding her against his body.
The dreams of Voldemort had been haunting Hermione since the Ministry Battle. Every time she fell asleep, the same dream would pop up in her subconscious and it never failed to frighten her awake. She still wondered what they meant and why they had been appearing to her for the past 3 years. Even Dumbledore didn't know why she was being troubled with these dreams, though sometimes she saw a glint of steel in his eyes every time she mentioned the night visions to him.
Now she was at home, waiting for her N.E. to come before she joined Harry and Ron at the Burrow to wait for Kingsley to take them to the Order Headquarters. It was simpler than telling everyone where the Order's domain was, by blindfolding members and having the six secret keepers (Dumbledore, Kingsley, Hagrid, Moody, McGonagall, and Remus) guide the separate members to the place, so the Fidelius Charm would not be compromised. Even though most members thought it was a ridiculous way to get to the meetings.
Pulling herself out of her thoughts and out of bed, Hermione walked over to her bathrobe and walked downstairs to the kitchen. A note was waiting for her on the table.
Hermione,
Urgent call at work. Apparently Joey Stanid has been having trouble with his root canal that he got last week. Your father and I will be home soon, o.k. honey? Breakfast is in the fridge.
Love, Mom.
Hermione turned toward the fridge, laughing, when a shadow was seen flying to her window. It was the distinct form of an owl.
'This is it,' thought Hermione as the owl loomed ever closer.