A/N: I'm starting over…literally. I've changed dramatically since I last wrote…I hope it reflects in my writing. Being so depressed really wasn't working out for me, and thanks to the someone who came along to help me out. Chapter Dedication: C and M : Congrats… you make me proud!
Summary: Hermione is sent to the past to fix mistakes and she falls in love with Voldemort. He wants to have her be his Dark Queen, the only person who he can talk to without repeating or explaining his reasoning. Will Hermione trust him? Will she let him have her?
A frosty wind swirled around the girl sitting on a bench as she stared out at the vast emptiness, her eyes sprouting clear crystal drops, each making its mark on the snow beneath her. The Shrieking Shack lay not far away and she heard students laughing across the valley. The flakes of snow dropped on her nose, making her smile softly through her tears.
"At least you don't hate me, little one," she murmured as it began to slowly melt on her nose. Her eyes closed and the darkness soothed her aching heart. The black creeped into her soul and protected her where damage had been done. She let the cold take her walls of protection up and her innocent kindness slowly slipped away as the darkness consumed her, the hatred and the pain of those who had betrayed her.
Memories began to swirl and her tears grew large and fierce, even through her dark walls. She saw horrible memories…things no one should be submitted to. She then felt a warm hand on her back and she screamed. The girl opened her eyes as she jumped up and saw the one man she wanted never to see again. Harry Potter.
"So, Hermione, communicating with your lover? Maybe that will give him some more brains, seeing as you have too many," he sneered, circling her like a beast of prey.
Hermione kept silent and watched carefully for any magical attack. Verbal attacks hurt just as much, but if the pain, though building, was kept hidden until privacy…
"Voldemort surely would love you to do that! Give up all of my secrets. My best friend, my betrayer. How kind. Surely this is the Christmas gift you wished for. The castle shuns you, the teachers frown in disappointment and the library is your only escape, how do you manage such a fate? Perhaps because you were condemned to it when you first came here!" Harry said, fire blazing in his eyes.
Hermione felt the tears coming and closed her eyes, waiting for the one escape she could not do herself. She begged him in her mind to do the task, make it easier on her, and for once, he listened.
"maybe I shall end your suffering. I think you need to go to sleep. A good long sleep…for eternity! Avarda Kedarva!" He screamed, his emotions slurring his words.
Hermione looked up horrified, and then saw the blinding yellow light, and then saw no more.