Title: Forever Endeavour

Summary: It has been ten years since Hermione Granger left her old life behind. She couldn't bear to stay where so many had suffered and perished, so she escaped, and hoped to never return. However, an old evil has returned, and Hermione has returned with it. Meet Hermione Granger, head Death Eater, right hand of Lord Voldemort.

Rating: Rated M for blood, violence, strong language, and possible graphic sexual scenes.

Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own HP. *rolls eyes* HP is the result of JKR's mental prowess

(A/N): This is an AU fic. I know Hermione would NEVER willing serve the Dark Lord, so don't review flaming me for the storyline!
This is my first Dramione fic, so if you love it, hate it, WHATEVER, please please PLEASE review :) I love constructive criticism and would do whatever makes you guys happy.

Chapter 1: Returning

A woman stood alone on the peak of a mountain in the midst of a myriad of snow. It was night, and the darkness threw her pale skin into stark relief. Her wide, chocolate eyes, once bright and eager with the vitality of youth, were now flat, cold...deadly. Her mouth was plump and perfectly shaped and the rest of her face had lost all semblance of her childhood. Now, her regal cheekbones lent her an aristocratic countenance, and the shape of her face was that of a classic beauty. She was stunning and she knew it.

Shadows danced and teased at the corners of her vision. They would have made any sane person terrified. She allowed herself a wry smile. They had once terrified her. But no longer. She could deal with it on her own, but even in the slim possibility that she couldn't…no one would be able to rescue her anyway. Her mountain was unplottable…she was unplottable…she made sure of that. She made sure that no one would be able to find her after she left.

The woman's robes billowed around her, and added to her already dramatic appearance. The wind tore at her clothes, plucked at her hair, and battered itself against her face. She smiled and closed her eyes. This was home. Her home. She had grown accustomed to the constant frigidity of the winter…and she loved it…as much as she could love anything, anyway. She balanced herself precariously on the edge of a protruding piece of granite, and laughed ,a mirthless sound, harsh and grating, a twisted likeness of the happiness she harbored a mere ten years ago. In her heart, it was like a lifetime ago, but in her mind, the horrific memories plagued her dreams and haunted her very existence.

Yes. Happiness fled when the Great War started. After the war ended, everything there was to live for…was destroyed.

The wind lifted her golden brown tresses into the air, and she angled her face upward to feel more of it against her flesh. The gusting winds threatened to pitch her into the yawning cavern of darkness before her, but she recklessly stepped forward, nearer to the edge of the precipice, the thrill making her lose her mind. She preferred it this way, she was powerful and free. The brunette smiled to herself. She really did prefer her own company.

The woman suddenly sighed. Somehow, they had found her…and they had made her a deal she couldn't refuse. She never wished to return, but now, there was no choice.

Hermione Granger was back.

(A/N): So how'd I do? I sincerely hope you enjoyed it.
I know this was a short chapter, but the next update will be longer! Promise :)
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Valkyria