Not As It Seems

by Dancing-Beards

Hermione discovers that the war is not all it seems. Dumbledore has been playing with memories, but he played with the wrong girls. The whole war was just a ploy for Dumbledore to gain control. She ends up joining with the person she once hated most in the world. Voldemort. But he was once more not what she had expected at all, a powerful boy, just her age, fighting for freedom.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Beginning

I groaned. The pounding in my head was getting steadily worse, and the bright light that lay waiting behind my eyelids certainly wasn't helping. More importantly then this though was the question, what the hell happened last night?

I quickly reviewed the details I did know. Dumbledore had sent us out on a mission to scout out the cadaver-gatherer camps (hey, you get bored when you're staking out with two teenage boys who only talk about quidditch and girls) hoping to get an idea of where old Volds might be as well as his horocruxes. We sneaked up on a group surprisingly close to the castle, hidden in the forbidden forest. Dumbledore thought none would dare enter somewhere so dangerous. A flash of pride reminded me that it was my idea to check there after having noticed how quickly food seemed to be getting used up. I guessed that perhaps cadavers weren't the only things the corpse-crunchers consumed.

So what had gone wrong? I winced as memories flooded into my head from nowhere. It seemed that we had actually managed to catch up to Voldemort this time and unfortunately he managed to do the same to us. I stood up quickly and felt the blood rush to my head. I had to check that Harry and Ron were okay! What if he'd gotten to them!

First things first, where was I? I sighed as the fog cleared from my vision to reveal the hospital wing. Well things could have been much worse. That was until I saw Madame Pomfrey sidle up to the bed. The look on her face said everything I needed to know. I whispered, 'Oh no, no. Whi-which one?' She replied, 'I'm so sorry dear, there's nothing we could have done. He was too far gone.' Surpirsed by my own aggressiveness I grabbed her by her starched lapels and pulled her in. 'Which one?' I shouted. She whimpered, replying, 'Ron.'