Author's note: Ummm I don't own any of the characters from Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does! Blah blah blah you get it. Well read hope you enjoy. This is the revised chapter

Chapter 1 – The Truth Behind Hermione . . . Muller?

She stood by the tombstone as the cool Autumn breeze blew the leaves around her feet. Her dark brown curls sweeping across her pale face. Her thin frail hands pushed away the curls and the tears that stained her face. Her mouth quivered, trying to stop the sob which threatened to escape. It had been so long since she'd been her, since she'd placed the pink orchids on her mother's grave. How awful was she to have forgotten the woman who had given her life and died trying to protect it? She slowly bent to look at the black and white photos which underlined the name, Amelia Faun-Muller. She traced the thick letters as her eyes saw the eyes of her mother. They were mere images of herself.

"Let's go. He'll be most angry if we are late," a man's voice spoke. He placed a heavy hand on the girl's weak shoulder and then passed her and the tomb, walking to the exit. The girl stood, wiped away the rest of her tears and whispered, "I love you, watch over Paul and I. He hasn't been well lately, please don't take him from me. Mutter." She then walked quickly to catch up to the man.

"Who was she?" the man pulled a cigarette from his coat pocket and popped it into his mouth.

"My mother, she died long ago."

"Hermione, you know that it wasn't that long right?"

"Not to you," she laughed hitting his arm. "I would probably be dead by now. Paul and I would be together with her."

"I'm glad your not." He placed an arm around her as they past a dark corner and slid down the alley. He pulled her closer seeing a man standing on the wall. The alley was known for murders and rapes and he wasn't going to allow her to be hurt. "Who would be my partner if you weren't."

"Thanks Henry." She smiled up at him as they stopped in front of a dark brick wall. Hermione stepped up and pushed hard against the wall. The wall produced a small door that was at least half her height. She crouched down and crawled through, Henry right on her heels.

On the other side of the wall was a long row of houses and shops all stuck together. People walked around unaware of the meeting happening in the house 3302. Hermione and Henry walked up the steps and Henry rapped exactly 4 times on the door. The door swung open and revealed a thin, petite girl. They girl was dressed in a black dress which reached the floor. The white underlining of the dress wrapped around her long, thin neck. She took Hermione's black fur coat and hat placing it over her arm so she could take Henry's. She hung them on the hat wrack before leading Hermione and Henry to the back of the house into the dining room. In the dining room sat at least 28 people around a long dark wooden table. Two seats were all that remained around the table. Hermione took her seat in the middle, between Lily Awyier, and Caroline Pickner, Henry to his beside his father who sat at the head of the table.

"Aw, now we have all arrived," boomed Henry's father. He was a big burly man with dark black hair and a thin black beard, his light blue eyes pierced through everyone at the table. He peered at everyone in turn before going on. "What is the news Ms. Muller?" Hermione only then glanced up at him. She did not coward from his glance but instead stared back.

"The war continues on, my Lord. Mr. Potter's side doesn't seem to be on the winning side."

"My Lord, I am sure they will win, for I for saw it myself," the soft squeaky voice came from Caroline Pickner, a red head, whose eyes were the color of limes. She turned to watch Hermione to avoid the Lord's eyes.

"Caroline is right my Lord. They shall win it will just be a hard fought battle."

"Muller you know that it will ware off soon and you will die if you are there with them?"

"Yes, my Lord, I am aware of this," Hermione quietly said. She was fully aware of it, she had created it. "But may I propose something?"

"Yes?"

"I propose you send our mercenaries when the time comes. If you give them at least a month's supply they can assist me in the take over. They can lead the wizarding world to us like a lost puppy." There were quiet snickers from the small group. "If you will trust me, my Lord, I promise I will deliver. They will be in shambles and that shall be the best time to strike." The man watched her, he didn't say a thing as he watched her. She was a strong girl, she didn't shy away from danger. She stayed true through everything. His son had picked an amazing girl to save and turn. She was a true and valuable member of the council. He was sure she would lead them to victory. She didn't waver after such a long silence, only when he slowly began to clap did her face crack. A small smile spread on her face, everyone around her clapped and patted her on the back.

"I believe you to be a great asset to me Ms. Muller," he said loudly, stopping all the clapping. He slowly picked up his glass and beckoned the two maids to fill each glass by hand. After each glass was filled and in the air a toast to Hermione was made.

Only after the splendid dinner of turkey was devoured and the council members were now dancing and talking in the living room, did Hermione slip away to the back porch. She descended the steps and crossed to a small swing. She sat down and felt her eyes tear up. She didn't know what she was doing, was she right or wrong? All the member were depending on her to come through, but how could she? How could she betray the trust, that she had spent 6 years building and perfecting? She crumpled up the napkin in her hand and threw it. How could she, most of all betray him? He, who she couldn't really live without. The boy, the man she had grown to love. The man with the freckles and the vibrant red hair. The boy whose blue eyes made her skin crawl, the boy with the touch that made her sick with wanting more. The boy whose red sweaters his mother made him, caused her to awe at him. The boy that made her drool on her school papers. The boy she woke up thinking about and went to bed dreaming about. Ron. Ronald Bilius Weasley. Just the mere mention of his name made her turn and look. How could she do this to him, most of all? He would perish or be tortured to death. How had she gotten mixed up in this? She pushed the red-head from her mind as she thought of Paul, her brother. That was the entire reason she had done this. To save him. She had to remember that.

"Hello cherie." Hermione looked up to see Lily Awyier standing in front of her. Her long blonde hair and silver eyes made her the polar opposite of Hermione, yet they were best friend. Lily scratched at her neck as she walked toward Hermione. Hermione stared at the ring around her neck. Lily had been beheaded in the late 1700's for being a follower of Queen Marie Antoinette and her husband King Louis XVI. "What is ze matter? You look sad. You did ze wonderful job in zere." She patted her on the back.

"I can't do it," she whispered, hoping she wouldn't hear, of course she did.

"What do you mean?"

"They mean something. It would be like killing my brother."

"You have known zem for seven years, ze mean nothing."

"Lily they do."

"Zey should not. You of ze all people should know how to ze block out feeling."

"Why me?"

"Because you are ze mercenary." She was silent, staring into Lily's almost translucent eyes. Was she truly viewed that way, a mercenary? A soldier payed to kill?

"So, you are too. You have been doing this longer than me."

"Only by ze century." She laughed at this causing Hermione to laugh as well. "Do what you believe zin. If you zink it wrong zen don't do it. But zink of what will ze happen it you don't fulfill your duty. Not only do you die, but ze Paul as well." With that she stood and pulled from her purse a cigarette carrier and took one for herself and then offered Hermione one, Hermione refused on the spot. "Aw now I understand."

"Understand what," Hermione asked shyly.

"Your eyes, ze skin. What ever keeps you zere is causing ze pigment and you aren't taking ze medicine offered." She popped the cigarette in her mouth and lit it, taking a large puff from it.,blowing the smoke into a ring. "I have gotten ze so much better, huh?"

"Give me that." Hermione grabbed the cigarette and sucked in and let it slowly sink down her throat until it was unbearable and then blew it out in rings like Lily's. "And I'm still better." Hermione smiled and her usual chocolate brown eyes began to lighten until they were the color of a vanilla cappuccino. Lily's eyes were now a lighter silver.

"Zats ze spirit." She then threw the cigarette to the ground and squashed it. Her and Hermione went off back into the house arm and arm.

"Are you ready?" Henry whispered in Hermione's ear as the council members sat around the fireplace with brandys.

"Yes, Henry, I'm ready. I think I'm a little past ready." She smiled at him and he smiled back. She watched as he stood up and offered her his hand.

"Well we shall be on our way." They reached the door and the council member kissed each of their cheeks as they grabbed their coats and hats. When Lily stood in front of Hermione, she kissed her cheeks and then hugged her. She whispered into her ear, "Do remember what we ze talked about." She then stood away as the thin maid opened the door for them. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," they all said as Hermione and Henry stepped into the Autumn night. The door abruptly closed behind them.

"What did Lily tell you?"

"Nothing," Hermione lied as she slid her hand into Henry's.

"Ok then let's go." In a moment they were standing outside the Granger's row house door. Henry turned so that he was facing Hermione and then slowly leaned in towards her. Hermione felt his nose grace hers and his lips brush past her's. "I love you," he murmured on her lips before kissing her softly. His tongue slowly slid across her bottom lip and them opened her mouth, their tongues dancing together. Her arms instantly slid around his neck and his around her small waist. She deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into his mouth and attacking it with hers. Her fingers became entwined in his curly black hair. He broke away from her mouth and slid to her exposed neck. He sucked feverently on the pale skin and bit at her. She moaned softly in his ear as she felt him slowly begin to unbutton her jacket. He slid his hand in and began caressing her right breast. The thick material of the dress hid them well, but Henry had become a pro. He pushed her against the door as his hand went lower and lower until he felt the end of her dress. His hand slid under her dress and slid up and down her thigh. Hermione's eyes snapped open now. She was fully aware of how far they were getting. She tried to push at him, but he was stronger.

"Henry," she said in his ear. "Henry, stop we're outside."

"Damn," was all he could muster as he pulled back and straightened himself. Hermione in the meanwhile opened the door and stepped inside. She flicked on the hall light and turned to look at Henry.

"You look a little flushed," she giggled. Henry rushed inside and closed the door grabbing her around the waist.

"This is what you do to me," he whispered in her ear, he pulled her to him until she was flat against him. She could feel the bulge through his coat and his pants.

"Henry, my parents."

"Their not yours, baby," he whispered.

"Well their still upstairs."

"Just tonight, please. I won't see you for a long time. We're of age and we make our own decisions."

"Henry I'm not near age, you are which makes it rape. I'm going to report you." She giggled until Henry caught her chin and brought his lips down on her's roughly. Their kiss was intense and rough as he pulled her coat of. Leaving his coat and her's discarded on the floor, he pulled her up, her legs wrapping around his waste, and carried her to the room that she had been given. He set her on the bed and pulled his shirt off revealing his sculpted body. Hermione smiled up at him as he grabbed her hand and entwined their fingers. He kissed her once again before his mouth trailed down to her neck once more. He climbed between her legs as she moaned for him. He could feel his partner stiffen with each moan.

"Fuck," he moaned into her neck, his hand grabbed her thighs roughly.

"Henry, no," Hermione said as she pushed him off once again. "I'm just not read for this."

"It's...it's ok baby," Henry whispered as he pulled back on his shirt.

"I love you," she said, slipping her hand into his and pulling him down to kiss him softly.

"I love you, too," he whispered on her lips.

"When this is all over, then maybe we can be together," she said slowly smiling at him.

"No maybes," he smiled back. "Promise me." His eyes flicked at her middle finger where a gold ring glistened her middle finger.

"I promise. Now goodnight," she said letting her hand drop. "Write me."

"You know I will," he said slowly. "Goodnight, love." He kissed her once more before disappearing into thin air.

Hermione waited a long moment before she grabbed her bath towel and toiletries and headed in to take a shower. When she came out she combed through her curly brown hair and cast the spell to make her hair bushy once more. She then stared at the mirror in front of her. The mirror had tons of moving pictures on it. Most moving, some not. She zeroed in on the one of her and Ron. They were sitting at the table in the Burrow's backyard. His hand was so close to her's and she could almost see the blush on his face. The picture brought a mixture of emotions, between happy, sad and guilty. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt the first tear fall from her face. She backed away from the mirror and coward into a corner, the mirror still watching her. She cried as she looked into the mirror. The thoughts from before returning to her.

How could she? Trying to protect but becoming a monster instead. But he was her brother and she'd always been taught to help him before helping anyone else. He depended on her and he was too young to be hurt again. She couldn't fail him, not again. Her mother had died to protect them and she wouldn't let that go to waste. Nothing and no one was worth it, not even Ron. She could barely bring herself to think it. Ron. Ron Ron. She wiped at her tears and slumped into the corner by the mirror. Laying her head on her knees she slowly began to sing the lullaby her mother would sing when she was younger. She would sing it when things were confusing or just downright horrible. Hermione smiled when she sang, she had remembered it all these years. She had remember her mother's sweet song even after more than 40 years of not hearing it. Her mother's lullaby made her fall asleep, knowing what she had to do.

"Hermione darling, get up!" Mrs. Granger's voice startled Hermione awake. Hermione watched as her new mother stared her down. "Are you alright, don't tell me you slept here. You know you could develop scoliosis from that!" Mrs. Granger turned around still talking about Hermione, still complaining. In that moment Hermione knew what she had to do. She knew there was no other way. She pushed herself away from the wall and with a bolt of light, Mrs. Granger hit the floor, lifeless.

Author's note: I really hoped you liked it please leave your reviews and comments in the comment section. Thanks for reading!

On a weird note I know you might not understand what just happened and who Hermione Muller is, but I promise to explain. Hermione Muller is actually Hermione Granger. Pretty much Hermione is in the secret organization who wants to take over the wizarding world. That's all I'm going to tell you…you'll just have to read and find out how she even got into the organization. (the name Muller came from the book All Quiet on the Western Front, by Erich Maria Remarque,it's an amazing bookand you should read it if you haven't read it. Muller was one of my favorites in the book, sadly he dies after being shot in the stomach with a flare gun.)