A/N: Okay, so this is my first Harry Potter fanfiction that I have ever written. Please enjoy and feel free to message me on here or on the Facebook group that I'm a part of The Death Eater Express if you have any suggestions or comments or concerns. I wrote this because I kept having these reoccurring dreams every night and finally had one where the characters were replaced with Hermione and the Death Eaters and the plunny wouldn't go away. I hope you enjoy!
(Dark Hermione/ Multiple Mates)
Sightless
By MadhatterMia
Chapter One
I know you, but you do not know me.
I have walked with you through fields of wheat, and have felt the sensation of autumn sunshine dancing across our entwined limbs. The sight of your perfect but secret smile, as you twirl me underneath the constellations. The endless and vast universe our only audience. The feeling of freshly cut grass between my naked toes, the smell of magic surrounding our little haven. I know that you will never love me, or even see me as the person that I am. But here, lying with you in our little forever with your arms wrapped up around me, looking at me with such devotion. I allow myself to savor this moment, to savor all our moments.
"Hermione." I hear his smooth voice caress my name, I look to my right and see concerned eyes staring into my own. I reach up and kiss the underside of his sharp jaw.
"You seem to have vanished for a while there." He says jokingly. I smile back to him slightly, suddenly feeling anxiety and fear creeping up my spine. Jumping up, I spin around noticing that he had flashed to the other end of the clearing. Smirking at me in an entirely predatorial way, his eyes watching me like a predator gazes at his prey. The sun suddenly became hidden behind wispy smoke and clouds like curtains to a window. Fog creeping out and grabbing onto my ankles, holding me immobile. Fear grabs hold of my heart in a vice grip, as the sky turns from a blue to a dark, bloody red.
"What is happening?" I demand, yet my voice betrays the fear I am trying to hide. Causing it to come out shakily and faint. The smoke curls around his figure again, and he swirls out of sight before appearing right behind me. His body pressed up against mine intimately as he reaches around and grips my chin in his hand, and runs his nose from my shoulder up to my earlobe. His slow intake of breath gives way to his perverse pleasure in inflicting this kind of response from me.
"You should not worry about what is happening, but rather what is going to happen soon." He purrs into my ear, nuzzling against my neck.
A vision then fills my eyes as it swirls into existence around us. The area begins to lick with flames growing larger and stronger, a sign of very dark and powerful magic. A shrill scream echoing through the forest around them, bouncing off the trees. Figures suddenly appear before her, running through the forest as the bright colors of spells light up through the air around them. It is an epic duel between the three running for their lives, and the others that are hunting them. Suddenly one of the three falls to the ground still due to a mysterious spell striking her in the back, and the other two swinging around trying to get to her only to have the hunters close in even further. With the black-haired teen screaming back at his friend, the redheaded one beside him casts one last long look back at the woman staring blankly up into the tree canopy above her, he grabs the black-haired teen and apparates away out of sight.
Visions suddenly appear quickly as if flashes of lightning in her eyes. A throne, a snake, a gift, a birthright, and a prophecy. And men, some familiar, and some she has yet to have met. The golden threads of binding magic, and the dark sensual feeling of unbreakable vows. A vision of her sitting upon a throne with a crown of golden vines atop her head, but she looks different in this one. Beautiful, and utterly dangerous in her predatory stance. Her gaze filled with promises yet to be revealed, and knowledge that only she could have the privilege of having seen. Suddenly, vision Hermione gazes directly into present Hermione's eyes and an unspoken thought travels into her mind.
"Try not to fight it." It whispers, and before she has a chance to question what her vision self means, a feeling of agony rips through her magical core and up her entire spine. The last sight she sees of her vision self is the sadistic smile and gleeful expression on her beautiful face before one last sentence plays in her ears, and her vision goes dark.
"It will only hurt worse."
Shooting awake, Hermione gasps in pain and clutches at her chest trying to claw the unknown fire from out of her entire being. The pain is so great that rare tears flow from out of her eyes and down her face. Her back arches sharply from the waves of pain, and a stream of loud screams pour out of her mouth and echo around the tent she lays in.
"Mione!" Harry Potter shoots into the tent frantically trying as fast as he can to get to his best friend that is writhing in agony on her bed. He grabs her hands that have already left bloody scratches across her chest through her muggle tee-shirt. Muttering healing spell after healing spell, he watches as the ugly scars fade out of existence. He considers her glassy eyes as they shoot open and bore into his avada green ones.
"Harry please! Make it stop." She pleads with him, before her body seizes up once more. Ron comes hesitantly into the tent, standing near the entrance unsure about what to do. Harry is just as lost as Ron looks, but he picks up her body and sits her on his lap and wraps his arms around her. Just trying to let her know that he was there for her, and that she was safe. Her body still quivers and the pain is still intense as she curls herself further into his embrace. Her voice only a quiet whimper at this point now.
"Harry, something is wrong." She whispers ominously as her eyes glaze over and stare unseeingly into his shoulder.
"Everything is going to be alright. We will find the remaining horcruxes and then finally end this bloody war. You'll see 'Mione. I'll make it okay again, don't worry." He promises to his best friend misinterpreting her meaning. She hears Ron snort near the entrance, finally finding his voice now that his friend has stopped freaking out.
"Yeah, 'Mione the sooner you can figure out the next horcrux the sooner we can finally move out and kill that stupid git Voldemort." He says in his usual prat like way. Not realizing the damage, he has just brought upon their group. Hermione suddenly whips out of Harry's hold, and appears right in front of Ron, nose to nose. Her gaze sharp and predatory.
"You really shouldn't have said that." She whispers to them, as they suddenly hear loud pops and cracks echo around outside the wards in the forest.
"Ron! What have you done?" Harry screeches, as he grabs Hermione's hand and runs out of the tent with Ron following behind them angry at himself for being so careless.
"Snatchers." Hermione mumbles as they all look towards the figures hiding in the trees. Harry and Ron take off running through the forest with Hermione behind them trying to find a spot to apparate. The snatchers running after them and shooting curse after curse at their backs.
"Fiendfyre!" One of them hisses out loudly behind them, as the cursed fire immediately engulfs the tree tops around them. Hermione can see Harry and Ron spinning around shooting curses back at the snatchers.
"Petrificus Totalus!" The body binding spell strikes her from behind and she falls to the ground. Vaguely she can hear Harry and Ron shouting at her prone form, but unable to move her body she just stares up into the fiery canopy above her. A small voice in the back of her mind comments on just how beautiful the dark can sometimes be, and Hermione can only agree with it. How brilliant the night seems to one who has only ever walked in light. Slowly, Hermione can feel these thoughts start to creep through her veins like poison, destroying everything in its path, and replacing it with a brand-new kind of understanding and appreciation. A vision of a new path branching out before her, a vision of a new her. Powerful, sinful, seductive, and most of all…dark. As she hears the apparition of her friends out of the clearing, Hermione feels the sensation of strong, corded arms wrapping around her small form, and up into a strong broad chest. Still unable to move, she listens to the conversations around her.
"Damn! What the fuck are we supposed to do now? Potter got away!" One of the death eaters complains.
"Our lord will most certainly not be pleased with these circumstances." Another one commented.
"But you lot forget something, we have not walked away empty handed. We have the brat's mudblood whore for leverage." The strong, masculine voice of the death eater holding her rumbled out.
"Lead the way Rowle, we'll see what our lord has to say about this little mudblood bint." And with a pop they disapparated and reappeared before an enormous archaic Manor. Walking up towards the front door, a vision of long, black curly hair is seen running out towards them.
Bellatrix LeStrange.
"What are you lot doing back here without Potter!" She screeches in her insane voice. "Our lord will not be pleased!"
"Oh, I think he'll be pleasantly surprised at what we do have though. A certain little mudblood he can play with." The Death Eater holding me boasted in his sultry masculine voice. Walking into the Manor and towards what looked like a drawing room, she can hear Bellatrix's answering squeal.
"You caught Harry Potter's mudblood?"
"Indeed." He answered before dropping Hermione harshly to the marble floor, and out of his arms. She lies there unmoving and staring off into the distance beside her. "Someone call the dark lord. Tell him of what we have brought him."
Bellatrix sidles up beside her and licks up her dark mark, before staring back at Hermione on the floor. She smirks, feeling like a cat that caught the canary.
"Where is Harry Potter ickle mudblood? Tell me!" She demands, and suddenly her wand is in her hand and pointed at Hermione.
"Crucio!" She screams, causing Hermione to seize up in pain and her back to arch up off the floor. Her shrieks of pain echoing off the high ceilings of the Manor. Hermione feels the body bind curse also drop from her body as this happens. After a while the crucio is dropped and she sags onto the floor expressionless and feeling as if something has broken inside of her. A low sound suddenly starts emerging from her prone figure, growing louder by the second. Sending chills down the spines of all those in the room with her.
Her back arches off the ground once more, and her head snapping back as she chuckles darkly. Those in the room with her staring in disbelief at the sight before them. Her naturally bushy hair, straightened out growing in thick brown waves down to her waist. Her naturally tan skin fading into a beautiful shade that would rival a porcelain doll. Her eyelashes lengthened and her pink lips darkened and fluffed out to a deep burgundy, looking full and kissable. But the biggest change of all, was her eyes. What was once a honey brown, now turned into a pure molten gold. Her chuckles still ongoing even as her back sagged back down onto the floor. Her long dainty fingers rising to slip through her now silky tresses of her hair.
"Granger?" Draco Malfoy asked hesitantly, a war within himself brewing on whether to walk to her side or feign disinterest. His father caught his elbow and made the choice easy for him.
"What are you going to do Bellatrix? Kill me? Go ahead, do it." Her voice comes out sultry and soft. Daring the crazy witch to go ahead and end her. Shocking everyone in the room with her, as a new wave of magic flows out of her.
"No? What's wrong Bella, cat got your tongue?" She giggled, as she sat up, and looked at the other witch from under her long lashes. Bellatrix and everyone else continue to remain silent.
"Or is it fear? The predator becomes the prey, oh the games that we play with each other. Would you like to play a game Bella? I call this one 'Guess my future' and your future…well, let's just say that I'd start getting my affairs in order if I were you, dear." She stands on her feet, staring knowingly into Bellatrix's eyes. A secret knowledge lying behind those golden eyes of hers.
"Miss Granger, I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting yet." A smooth, hissing voice creeps into the room from the snake like man that has finally appeared. His slit eyes gazing upon her in fascination.
"My lord!" Bellatrix and the others exclaim before dropping to their knees before the man.
"Hello Tom." She purrs, staring into the dark wizard's eyes. Not showing any kind of submission in his presence, another thing that intrigues him instead of angering him.
"How dare you talk to my lord! Filthy mudblood!"
"Silence! And assemble the other in the dining room, we're having a meeting. And make sure that Severus shows up to this as well." Lord Voldemort demands, heading into the dining room and taking his place at the head of the table. The others follow and Hermione finds herself standing by one of the huge windows at the side of the table. Loud pops are heard throughout the room and one by one Death Eaters appear and take their seats. Voldemort's eyes forever straying to the vision of Hermione staring off unseeingly out of the window.
"My lord?" Severus' drawling voice inquires. Voldemort doesn't answer back, but instead chooses to question Hermione after a few moments.
"This is a surprise mudblood, but then again…you never really were a mudblood were you? How long have you known?" He questions. Severus allows himself to also look upon his student with skeptical eyes. He notices he is not the only one staring at the witch either, hiding his shock at how much the little know it all has changed since he last saw her. Her looks, yes, but it was more than that. The way her eyes betrayed a knowledge beyond any of their comprehension. As if she has been shown untold secrets, and they are slowly tearing at her sanity and mind. A certain madness that was never there before, and a strong, heady aura surrounding her.
"What?" She questions innocently, raising one of her eyebrows at the dark wizard.
"That you were more." He answers cryptically, confusing those in attendance, but she seemed to understand him perfectly as she sighed and placed her back to the window, her gaze sweeping across the Death Eaters in attendance.
"That I was adopted? I found out over the summer after sixth year and had my memory charm broken, bit of a nasty shock finding out I wasn't a muggleborn anymore. Almost felt like my entire life was a lie. An even nastier shock when I discovered that I was barely even human anymore though, I just recently came into my inheritance before your goons found us. I nearly clawed my own heart out of my chest when my gift was bestowed upon me, more of a curse than a blessing if you ask me." She smirked as she noticed the Malfoy's eyes grow wide at her statement, as well as the hungry gaze of certain Death Eaters. Snape was once again, voice of emotions.
"So, you can see? I'll admit, I never would have guessed that your true self would be this- "
"Dark? Yes, I know." She interrupted, with a smirk upon her face.
"My lord?" Lucius Malfoy's confused voice spoke out finally. "I'm sorry to intrude but what exactly is going on here? What happened to Miss Granger?" The others nodding their agreements with his question. And Voldemort looked upon them appraisingly.
"It would appear my dear friends…" he paused. "That Miss Granger has not only become a seer" this cause some murmuring to break out amongst the ranks before he lifted a hand to all of them.
"But she has also come into her Veela inheritance. Hermione Granger here is a Pureblood." And just like that, all hell froze over and the questions and demands started.
Hermione Granger isn't really a Granger at all, but a Pureblood. Only one question remained, and the Dark Lord seemed to know exactly the answer to it. His eyes skimmed down the table until he set his eyes on two different families of his followers. Voldemort smirked, knowing exactly what his next sentence would unleash.
"Hermione Granger is actually Phoenix Black, daughter of your cousin Sirius, and heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Black." And with that Narcissa and Bellatrix immediately stood up and gazed upon their new niece in disbelief.
"Nixie?" Narcissa asked tearfully.
"Hello Cissy." Hermione smiled back at the older witch slyly.
"I'm home."
A/N: Okay so this is going to be a Dark Hermione/Death Eater story. The pairings are Hermione/Multi as I can't just stick her with one gorgeous Death Eater. It's also why I chose for her to be a Veela as well. Multiple mates for everyone! Anyway, the next chapter should be up soon and I hope you like this story so far! Comment and Subscribe with your thoughts and as always, I'll see you in the next update!
Next Chapter: Hermione has a confrontation with the Death Eaters about her heritage, some bits of her past are revealed, and she finds out what it truly means to be a Veela. Light to medium smut in the next chapter! See you then!