The train of her creamy satin dress followed her graceful steps down the castle hallway. Paintings of ancestors hung proudly, their cold eyes bored to her, watching her, waiting for her. Long thin fingers reached out to the door; giving one last glance down the hall, she twisted her veil around her porcelain skin and sighed. Her blood red lips then stretched out into a sinister smile, flashing her pearly white teeth, cold black eyes turned attention to the door. She longed to see him, she desired to see him. Her ears caught onto something, her nose twitched and her eyes twinkled with dead passion and excitement. Gazing around the hallway one last time, staring into the portraits, glancing at the room in which she had just left, she pulled the door open. Wind flew through her short brown curls, sending scents of death swirling around the manor.

"Hermione Jean," called her master; "come."

Without hesitating she stepped forward, into the room filled with pain. Her master stood at the front of the room, watching her, waiting for her. Taking the arm closest to her, she walked. No one dared to breathe. No one dared to question. How had a sinned devil, lord of death, captured the heart of an innocent?

"No turning back," he said.

"Never" was her reply.

"Hermione Jean," he repeated as he drew out his wand; "Will you carry out the deed?"

She blew out a breath she had been holding, "Yes"

"And you won't turn away from us?"

"Never"

And with that; Hermione Jean Granger, had turned from the light- letting the darkness pull her in.