Hello everyone! This is the first chapter of a new story for Harry Potter. It is more of an introduction, but there is certainly a lot more to come, I promise! Please follow, review, whatever you like, and let me know what you think of this fic!

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It was a tough last week at home for Hermione. She knew that she had to leave her home and her parents in a week. She also knew that she had to wipe her parents' memories. There was just no other option. If there was, she would have taken it gladly. The only thought that brought her a little consolation was that she would return to her parents as soon as possible and give them back their memories. As soon as Voldemort was destroyed.

Around her parents, Hermione tried to act as normally as possible. But of course they had the feeling that something was wrong with her. And that didn't really contribute to the ambience in the living room. Needing some time for her own, Hermione went back to her own room, just to distract herself from what she had to do in the very near future. It had to be done, destroying the Horcruxes, together with Harry and Ron.

But when she entered her room, she found that someone was already there. Someone with a mask, so she couldn't tell who it was. But Hermione had seen those masks before, and it didn't promise anything good. It was a Death Eater. She quickly looked around, desperately trying to find her wand, and she saw it lying next to her bed, out of reach.

"Stay away from me," Hermione warned, trying to stand her ground, but she did feel nervous. She was unarmed in the presence of one of the helpers of Voldemort. She should never have left her wand behind.

"You will come with me," a gruff voice sounded from beneath the mask, telling Hermione that it was a man.

"They know where I am, you can't take me away from here," Hermione tried, but she knew that it was useless.

"They won't be able to find you, miss," the man sneered, and he took a step closer, grabbing Hermione's arm.

"No! Let me go!" she cried in vain. She would only draw her parents' attention, something she didn't want. She would only bring them in danger.

The next thing she felt, was a strange feeling in her stomach, the feeling of an apparition. For a moment she couldn't breathe, until she suddenly stood in a big hall. When she looked around, she saw that the hall was rather dark and very expensive. The floor was made of marble and there was a prestigious fireplace in the centre. It was no doubt meant to impress important visitors, and there was certainly no doubt that the hall belonged to someone with a lot of money. Hermione didn't need to think for long about who could possibly own an expensive manor like this, because she recognised the voice of a second man who had entered the hall immediately.

"Thank you, Nott. The Dark Lord will be most pleased," the silky voice of Lucius Malfoy sounded.

"You…" Hermione said angrily. "Why am I here?"

Lucius sneered at that. "I am surprised you haven't figured that out yet. I was always under the impression that you were one of the brightest witches of your age."

"How am I supposed to figure out why I am here?" Hermione retorted.

"Thank you, Nott, you may leave," Lucius said coldly before explaining anything to Hermione. "You don't seem to be nervous at all…"

"Why would I be? If Voldemort wanted me dead then that Death Eater would already have killed me. I don't fear you, if that is what you think."

"My, my, a true Gryffindor, aren't you?" Lucius sneered.

"Why am I here?" Hermione tried again.

"Because, you silly girl, the Dark Lord wants you to stay here. With us. So that we can keep an eye on you. We know about you, we know that you are part of the so-called 'Golden Trio'. And we also know that both Potter and Weasley are nothing without you. And trust me, we keep a close eye on the rest of your… people. The Order, it is called, I believe. With a bit of luck, Potter will even come and look for you, reckless as he is," Lucius said calmly.

"How do you know all this?" Hermione questioned, her eyes narrowing.

"We have our sources. And we have allies. We literally control everything in the Wizarding World. We have the ministry, and we have Hogwarts. And now that we have you, Potter is harmless as well," Lucius smiled.

"And why is Voldemort himself not here now then?"

"He has better things to do. Why would he pay attention to a Mudblood?" Lucius snorted. "WORMTAIL!"

A little rat-like man entered the room, whom Hermione knew as Peter Pettigrew. The disgusting traitor who was the reason why this all had started. He had made sure that Voldemort returned. He had made sure that Sirius had to live the rest of his short life imprisoned in his own house. He had betrayed Harry's parents to Voldemort. He was practically the reason for the scar on Harry's forehead. Hermione shot the man a dirty look, and she only received a nervous glance in return.

"Yes, sir?" Wormtail asked obsequiously.

"Show the girl her room."

"Yes, sir," the little man replied with a small bow. "Follow me, Miss Granger."

Hermione knew that she had no other choice but to follow the traitor to the stairs, but not before she gave Lucius one last dirty look. How dare they take her away from her home. Suddenly a disturbing thought came into her mind. Did they know what she, Harry and Ron had been planning to do? Did Voldemort know about their plan to destroy the Horcruxes? Was that why she was being kept here from now on? Because if that was true, then the Wizarding World, and probably also the rest of the world, was doomed. The Horcruxes would be protected better than ever and Hermione wasn't there to warn Harry and Ron. Besides, her friends didn't even know where she was. They would be worried when they found out she had disappeared.

"We're here," Wormtail announced as he opened the door to her room.

Hermione took a look inside the room. It was not very big, but it seemed to be comfortable enough. The more luxury guestrooms were probably already occupied by other Death Eaters.

"I will bring you breakfast, lunch and dinner. There is a bathroom attached to your bedroom. You are not to leave this room and you will stay quiet. Your dinner tonight will be later, because I have guests to look after," Wormtail said as if he had rehearsed it. "Your room will be locked, so don't think about escaping."

Hermione just glared at the balding, rat-like man. "You should be ashamed of yourself. You betrayed your friends! Do you really think you are welcome with the Death Eaters? They only keep you because they can use you. They are not your friends!"

"The Dark Lord has granted me a chance, he appreciates me," Wormtail said, but there was a glint of fear in his eyes. Hermione knew that he was just scared. The man was only serving Voldemort out of fear.

"You are pathetic," Hermione spat disgusted. "What kind of guests are you receiving tonight?"

"I- I am not sure if I can tell…"

"Oh, come on. It is not as if I am going anywhere. I just want to know who else is in this house," Hermione encouraged him.

"Well… the Dark Lord himself will come. With all his trusted Death Eaters."

"Right. Wait!" Hermione called when Wormtail wanted to leave. "What the papers said… last week… you have Mr. Ollivander captured here, haven't you?"

A smirk appeared on the man's face. "We have… Together with a goblin and someone called Dean Thomas… You might even know him, he was a Gryffindor, you know? He and the goblin were caught by Greyback and his team. And soon they will be joined by the daughter of Xenophilius Lovegood. You might know her as well…"

"Luna? Luna Lovegood? Why?" Hermione asked shocked.

"Because Mr. Lovegood supports Potter. And the Dark Lord wants to punish him for that," Wormtail answered. "Now, I must go."

With that, Wormtail closed the door behind him and locked it, leaving Hermione alone with her own thoughts. So Ollivander was somewhere in the same house, together with Dean and a goblin. And Luna was going to be captured too in the very near future. Hermione now had this information, but she couldn't possibly tell the Order about it. She had no wand, no owl, she only had the small room in Malfoy Manor. But if there were guests tonight, including Voldemort himself, then that must mean that something important would be discussed.

One thing was for sure, Hermione was not going to sit in her room to wait for her dinner. She had to know what the Death Eaters were up to. Maybe, if she was difficult enough, she would be released and she could go back to the Order. Now that she was in the headquarters of the dark side, all she could do was to make the best out of it. She had to use her time well.

She took out one of her hairclips and started working on the lock. Wormtail had been stupid enough to just lock the door instead of casting a spell over it. Apparently he had forgotten that Hermione grew up with Muggles. She knew how to open a door without a wand. Wormtail had also been an idiot for telling her that her dinner would be late. That meant that she had plenty of time before someone would go looking for her.