Prologue ~
Several years ago, before my mother became pregnant with me, a war broke out between pureblood wizards and muggle-born's, marking the start of a downward spiral for the wizarding world.
Both sides fought valiantly, dedicated to the cause they believed in, or were raised to follow. My pureblood mother and father fought for the Dark Lord in an effort to eradicate the muggle race and their magic stealing children. They fought unceasingly at his side, becoming closer with the Dark Lord and eventually being taken in to his inner circle.
The longer the war continued the more weary and tired both sides became, the Dark Lord became paranoid, searching for anything that threatened to destroy the progress our cause had wrestled from the hands of the "Light side". Any hint of threat had to be snuffed out quickly and efficiently, and for the most part the plan of the Dark Lord and his followers worked- no threat grew and became to great for the Death Eaters to handle.
The Dark Lord and the rest of our family were so close to victory when my mother fell pregnant with me, for months they celebrated, and for a while I was named the victory baby…
Then my mothers due date came calling and I was born, but the victory that had seemed so close for us was seemingly slipping through our fingertips. A close follower of the Dark Lord had caught wind of a prophecy that fortold the downfall of our Lord. Immediately all of our available resources were thrown into finding the prophecy, and stopping what it fortold.
The year following my birth changed the lives of every Death Eater, and not for the better.
The Dark Lord had gained information on the boy that the prophecy spoke of, and in a rash attempt to kill the boy before he could become a threat he in turn weakened himself to the point of near death.
It was then that the Dark Lord named his successor, should he be unable to return to his full powers to lead the Death Eaters once again.
His successor is me.
I am Hermione Lovern, and I am the Dark Lady.