Author's Note:
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Somehow, the mission to destroy all the horcruxes had failed miserably.
First of all, while trying to destroy the locket, it had told Ron things which made him change.
He started to isolate more and more, and Harry and Hermione could see him become darker.
One month after Ron had tried to destroy the horcrux, Harry found out that Ron was still wearing it around his neck. He tried to talk to Ron about it, but Ron wouldn't have any of it.
*The night everything changed*
One night, when Ron and Hermione were fast asleep, Harry cautiously took the locket from around Ron's neck and went deep into the forest. He took the sword of Gryffindor with him, but what he didn't realise, was that Ron was so attached to the locket, that he instantly woke up when Harry took it from him.
Finding a good quiet place somewhere deeper in the forest then he'd ever been, he sat down and watched the locket carefully. While trying to open it again, Ron came up from behind a bush, and started to run towards Harry with an angry grunt. Startled as he was, Harry dropped the locket and stumbled over the sword of Gryffindor. Ron quickly took the locket from the ground and started walking towards the sword, which he picked up, Harry still looking frightened as hell.
Harry saw Ron's eyes darken and wished he hadn't taken the horcrux this deep into the forest.
Trying to find his wand to protect himself from Ron, he saw Ron holding something up. He wondered what it was that seemed to make Ron so happy, but quickly saw that it was Harry's wand that Ron seemed to have summoned while Harry tripped over the sword.
Not knowing what Ron was about to do, Harry was trying to think of a way to get out of this mess.
Not realising what he was doing, he jumped to his feet, tackled Ron and grabbed his wand.
Ofcourse, Ron was much stronger and hold onto the wand and swung the sword forwards, making a big cut in Harry's chest.
Now realising what was happening, Harry let go of the wand and sat back, looking at the wound, then at Ron, and at the wound again. Ron also realised what he had done, and ran off as fast as he could, with Harry's wand still in his hand. He didn't know where he was going. All he knew was that he had to get out of the forest and away from Harry and Hermione.
*3 years later*
Hermione had found shelter at Albus Dumbledore's brother; Aberforth Dumbledore. When Hermione had found out about what Ron had done, she knew she couldn't live on as Hermione Granger, so she transformed her face with a complex spell. Lately, her life consisted of taking care of the old Aberforth and keeping up her disguise as Helen Gandler. Helen Gandler was a beautiful young platinum blond haired girl. She didn't have any friends because she was too afraid of people finding out about her true identity.
All she knew about the outside world, was that Voldemort had control over everyone, everything, in the wizarding world. Even some innocent muggles were kidnapped in their sleep, and then woke up in a forest, where they were being hunted like animals, just for the sake of the purebloods' fun. She had also read that Draco Malfoy, the biggest asshole possible, was now the Head Deatheater. He was Voldemorts loyal servant, Voldemort gave him everything he needed as long as he'd stay loyal to his master.
Snape was still headmaster at Hogwarts. There was no class called Defense against the Dark Arts anymore, Dark magic was now something they had to learn on Hogwarts.
On a nice, warm August day, Hermione decided to go to the mall for some fruit. She wore a small classy dress, which was bright red. While walking to the mall, she heard someone scream from down the street. Even though she knew it wasn't the smartest thing to do, she ran to the place where she heard screams, and saw a horrible thing. She saw how a little girl was being crucioed because she had tried to steal a piece of pineapple from a death eater who was flirting with a not-interested girl.
The deatheater who was performing the spell saw her and whispered something to another deatheater. Before she could even see what was happening, something hit her and then she felt something awful, like she was in a rollercoaster that was going way too fast for her liking. Because of the horrible illness washing over her and the sudden change, she fainted.
When she finally woke up, she saw that she wasn't on the streets anymore, nor at Aberforth's home.
Not knowing where she was or whether anyone was there, she yelled: ''Anyone there?''
No one answered. ''Hello? Please, where am I?'' She screamed into the darkness. She started sobbing. She wanted to lie down, but found herself trapped in some kind of small cage, which was not big enough for her to lie down in. ''Please..'' she tried again, this time the lights slowly started to become brighter. There, only a few metres away from her, she saw a tall, muscular man watching her from a big chair.
''What were you doing down that street? Were you spying on us?!" The man asked her angrily.
She knew that voice.. It was as though an old friend talked to her, but she had never had a friend with the voice that was now bellowing more angry: ''WHAT WERE YOU DOING THERE''.
She tried to explain to him that she only checked what it was that made a little girl scream that loud, but all that came out, was: ''I-I-I didn't m-mean t-to spy on y-you, I j-just heard strange n-noises''.
''What are you? A filthy mud-blood that likes to stick her nose into other people's business? Or are you just some stupid kid who doesn't know the rules?''
Then it hit her. The voice, the words she had heard so many times coming from that person.
'Filthy Mud-Blood' it were those words which made her realise who the person questioning her was.
Draco Malfoy. The Head Deatheater. Most loyal to Voldemort.
Her heart was racing and she knew he could see it, that he could smell her fear. He walked closer to her, so that she could see how much he had changed in the few years that she hadn't seen him.
He had become much taller and stronger, and it looked like he was wearing some kind of emotionless mask.
''I see you're getting more and more nervous. Is it because of my question? Or because you can see me now, and know who you are dealing with?'' he said, smirking down at her.
''I-I don't..'' she tried to talk, but thought it would be better to just beg him to let her go. ''Please Malfoy.. P-please let me go..''. He crouched in front of her cage and watched her intently, he seemed to know something. After a while of staring at her, he asked in his emotionless voice: ''What is your name?'' he slowly straightened himself again. She didn't really understand why he asked her this all of a sudden, but decided it was probably the best to just tell him her fake name, because she didn't know what he would do if she wouldn't tell him.
''H-helen G-Gandler, sir''. She didn't know why she had just called him 'Sir', probably because he was so intimidating, hovering above her like that.
''Hmm.. doesn't sound familiar to me, so why the hell would you call me by my last name? Normal people would've just called me 'Sir' and would've been more respectful to me, but you seem to know me, calling me by my last name. And you also seemed frightened when you found out who I was, so I suppose you are not the person you say you are''.
She looked directly into his steal eyes, which looked like they were reading her brain.
''I suggest that you tell me your real name, and it looks as though you have transformed your face too, so if you would be kind enough to show me your real face and tell me your real name, I'd be delighted'' he said as politely as he possibly could.
''My name is H-Helen Gandler, and this is my real face'' Hermione said as confident as she could in this situation.
''Oh really?'' he said, smirking down at her. ''Well, if I don't know you, and you're useless to me, we could as well make some fun, could we? Or will you just admit that you're not Helen Gandler?''
''No, please.. please let me go.. my name is Helen Gandler, I'm speaking the truth!''
''Ok then, let's get you out of that cage, shall we?'' Hermione looked delighted at his sudden kindness. Malfoy moved closer to the cage and put a key into the lock, opening the small cage.
She quickly got up, but Malfoy gripped her arm tightly, bruising her arm. She looked up at him and saw his creepy smirk, and immediately knew that he wasn't about to let her go.
Disclaimer: I do not own any HP characters, Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling ofcourse :)
