I do not own Harry Potter. I don't own any of the Character's, Places or Things from The Harry Potter World. I make NO Money or Profit of Any Kind. The same goes for any unoriginal lyrics or poetry.

This is a rewritten/edited version of my original release of The Master of Death. I will have notes added to explain what has changed from the original plot but I mostly want to keep the story the same. I want to fix things really now that I'm better than I was. Clean up the rough to hopefully reveal a diamond. I also hope to write a sequel that will shock even more then this twisted tale. Before I do this I must first fix the past.

P.S Beta writers I may need help cleaning the grammar up it's a mess lol.

Warning: the fallowing story contains violence, death, grief, domestic violence and themes of suicide. It is a dark, twisted tale about life, death and love. Heed these words… "Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times" Now let us begin.

Chapter 1: Hell Hath No Fury Like a Granger Scorned

It was as if his scar was hurting again. It wasn't really of course, it had vanished after he killed Voldemort over three years ago. However Harry still had that same feeling of dread. He had the vague feeling of doom for a while now but he just couldn't place his finger on what it meant. This was different however. His was a different feeling all together. A feeling, that something bad had just happened.

Harry was currently sitting in his room at Privet Drive which he now owned. Last year the Dursley's had sent him a letter, saying they had preferred their new home they got while in hiding (didn't say where they were now, clearly not wanting to see Harry ever again) and giving him the deed to the house. It was far away from his friends and loved ones but as a wizard world he could be anywhere he wanted in a blink. That didn't mean he saw much of them anymore. He had become strangely withdrawn in his isolation.

He stiffly walked down the stairs he once called his roof to see Ginny waiting for him at the bottom. She had a strange look on her face. It was an empty look she seemed to have a lot these days. She had struggled after the war with the loss of her brother and many friends. However Harry could tell something else was bothering her.

"You feel it too?" Harry whispered. "No," Ginny answered looking confused. "But that letter can't be good." She smoothly pointed to the letter Harry only now realized was lying on the table. He picked it up and began to read.

Its been along time since we've last hung out I was thinking I stay at your place for a day or too I realized I never been to private drive and thought it might be nice to see where you groo up see you at 12:00 ill bring some fire whisky H.G.

"It arrived not five minutes ago," Ginny replied to Harry's unanswered question. "She is going to be here in twenty minutes and clearly she isn't visiting for a simple hello."

"That is all you noticed" Harry asked full of worry, "I'm more concerned about the letter itself. It's full of spelling errors and I've never seen Hermione make one before. Not to mention she has been here before, the night of Voldemort ambush…Plus she doesn't drink fire whiskey."

"Ron does," Ginny replied with a knowing look. "He is in bad shape, never got over Fred's death".

"Have you?" Harry shot back at her. 'Has anyone?' he thought to himself.

"It's not just his death, the war has changed him Harry. I know why Granger is staying for a few days. It's finally happened," Ginny hissed coldly.

"What happened?" Harry asked as he heard the doorbell ring fifteen minutes early. Ginny said nothing and disappeared as Harry went to open the door. However for a brief second, he felt a strong impulse to lock it.

Hermione rushed through the door without saying hello and sat in the living room clearly troubled. It was strange and worrying to see Hermione like this.

"Hi Hermione, your welcome here anytime but why are here," Harry asked bluntly.

"Just thought I would come by and..." Hermione trailed off. Harry couldn't help but feel that Ginny was onto something.

"Harry what's wrong," Hermione whispered as she noticed her friends stare.

"You," he replied sharper then he intended which caused Hermione to jump. He continued his voice softer with worried. "You're not acting like yourself…..and I think I know why".

Harry paused as Hermione wouldn't face him. He put his hand on her shoulder turning her to face him. "You can tell me anything Hermione even if it's something I don't want to hear."

Hermione felt tears run down her face as she hugged Harry so tight he thought he was being crushed by a basilisk. She then backed away under stronger composure and he saw the fire had returned to her eyes. She took out her wand and looked Harry dead in the eye.

"I need you to stay calm Harry. I've already taken care of it and I don't want you going to Azkaban," Hermione said. Harry just nodded his face already turning red. "What did he do?"

Hermione waved her wand across her face and Harry gasped. Without the concealment charm Hermione's left eye turned into a disfigure mess. It was bruised, swollen and cut all over. There was even bits of glass still around the eye.

Harry was seeing red, forgetting Hermione's words completely. "I'll kill him" he growled under his breath as he turned to do just that.

"Don't you dare Harry, don't make me stun you," Hermione scolded.

"How could you let the bastard get away with this?" Harry hollered. He couldn't believe he was seeing her like this. His Hermione another poor, beaten, victim of domestic abuse.

"SILENCIO!" Hermione shrieked and Harry's voice was stuck in his throat. She calmly put the concealing charm back on. She had tried and failed miserably to master Legilimency but she could always tell what Harry was thinking.

"A Poor, Beaten, Victim, is that what you think of me. You haven't seen the other guy yet," Hermione smirked and muttered "finite." Harry felt his voice return but she put a finger up.

"This was the first time he has hit me and it is the last time he will ever touch me. I have tried to help him. I have tried to reason with him but no more. I'm done! If he wants to drink himself to death FINE! If he wants to poor that shit down his throat and throw up all over the house until he dies then fine. FUCK HIM!"

She finished her intense rant by calmly wiping the tears from her face and taking out some cookies she had been saving. Harry thought about how even in a situation like this, Hermione was still as factual and yet fierce as she had ever been….though the cursing was different. That said, Harry wasn't satisfied yet.

"What did you do to him then?" Harry asked hoping it was really bad. He was shocked by how he could think such thoughts about his old friend. Then again he thought his thoughts would be the same if Dumbledore himself had done this.

She looked up with a smirk that would be more fitting on Malfoy's face. She took Harry's hand and they apparated. She was going to show him what had become of the man who was once her friend and love, Ron Weasley.

Harry had to hand it to Hermione. When it came to revenge, she had a flair for the dramatic. He looked at the floor, completely covered in slugs. Harry had a good idea where they came from.

"If you want to talk to him go ahead. I might as well pack a few things while I'm here." Hermione said before she ran upstairs.

Harry walked into the bathroom noting the door ajar. Inside was a sorry sight. Ron has throwing up slugs in between poor attempts to chug bottles of fire whiskey. He was whimpering "She told me, she told Me." in-between his multitasking. Harry's anger largely faded as he tried to get the attention of the poor wretch who had once sat beside him ten years ago on the Hogwarts express.

Harry decided to remove the slug curse to get his attention. Now Ron was just chugging the whiskey uninterrupted. Then Harry grabbed the whiskey from Ron and slapped him across the face. That finally got his attention as he hazily looked up. "Hi…uh…Harry...want a drink."

Harry stood flabbergasted, his sympathy already fading. "Hi Harry, HI HARRY! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO HERMIONE! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ANY GIRL! LET ALONE HER!

"She started it," Ron whined as he conjured another drink out of thin air and offered Harry a sip. Harry waved his wand and the glass smashed into pieces.

"That's very rude, very rude Harry. You should nicer to me since I let you fuck my sister," Ron slurred.

Bam! Ron's nose was now broken and he found himself unable to move is arms from his side.

"Don't ever mention her like that again" Harry said trying really hard to not curse him. Ron snorted and muttered something under his breath.

"You need help Ron," Harry muttered back as he saw Hermione coming down the stairs with more suitcases.

"At least tell me what the fuck happened, she try to take your booze away so you hit her?" Harry asked.

Ron looked up at Harry. "I would never do anything like that. I was just trying to hit a spider on her cheek...with a bottle" Ron started laughing at his incredibly inappropriate joke.

"With a bottle!" Harry picked up one of the slugs and grabbed Ron by the cuff of his shirt. "If you tell me one more joke or lie about what happened I'm shoving this slug back down your throat!"

Ron chuckled and replied "Yeah your good at shoving slugs down Weasley throats" his voice darkened and his eyes glared daggers into Harry's.

"It wasn't enough fucking my sister but you had to fuck my fiancé" Ron staggered to his feet.

"I'm not your fiancé Ron." Hermione hissed startling Harry. "I was never your fiancé and I never will be. Also for the last time nothing happened between Harry and I".

Ron ignored her and continued "I know you two had a lot of fun during the Horcrux hunt, especially after my grand excite. I really wanted to believe you Harry, when you said you were just friends. "Practically brother and sister" he added in a mock pitch voice.

"When You-Know-Who "killed" you she tried to fight me off to get to you. She did this despite the fact that You-Know-Who was standing over your body gloating. I know she loves you and why not? Everybody loves you Harry Potter. You're the Boy-Who-Lived, The Chosen One, The Savior of the Wizarding World. Hermione is the greatest and brightest witch of are age. Then there's me, just one of the Golden Trio. Well I'm sick of you both. So yes, I hit her, I smashed her face open with a bloody bottle. So you want to know what happened. Nothing happened, I just got sick of this…Mudblood."

Harry pointed his wand about to send a curse but saw his wand get snatched from his hand. Hermione had taken it and was jabbing his wand into Ron's chest. No one was breathing. Hermione started to shake and tears came pouring as she walked away. Harry went back to comfort her but Ron had already started mocking her.

"She talks a big game but she doesn't have the guts to face me anymore. That's why…" He stopped talking and his face grew pale. Only then did they realize that right where Hermione pointed Harry's wand, sat a spider the size of Ron's head. It looked at him then spoke in a demonic, Hermione like voice.

"IF YOU EVER CALL ME A MOODBLOOD AGAIN

THEN THE NEXT SPIDER WILL BE BIGGER THEN ARAGOG."

The spider dissolved into a hundred smaller spiders that crawled all over Ron, who was now screaming like Pansy Parkinson. Harry turned in disgust and left him in his misery.

Note from the Author: Though I would be lying if I said this is the darkest chapter. I will say this is the most uncomfortable or at least right up there with another chapter I will point out when it arrives. You can kill all the people you want in stories but Domestic Violence is always going to be ugly and too real. It also hits too close to home for too many people. It is however integral to the story. Please leave reviews.