Hermione Granger left the Room of Requirement and headed down the dark corridor. The halls were silent, the only sound was the clicking of her heels on the wooden floorboards, and eerie moonlight fell from the high windows leaving a light shadow upon the ground. But the girl did not care. Today was the day she would be able to honour the Dark Lord, and tomorrow she would assist with the killing of Harry Potter.
She carried a beaded bag with her as she left the building, walking down past the Herbology Greenhouses. In the bag were her Master's Horcruxes. These were the real ones, not the forgeries she had created. It was almost a pity when Potter destroyed them, after she had spent on making them realistic. Not that he or Weasley would have noticed. They were ignorant, and blind. So often she wondered how they could not see past her act. Did one person really spend so much time in the library? But she had used this to her advantage although it was a strain to keep in character. Once she had even given them homework planners to them, as gifts. She had laughed for so long when no one was around. She had been delighted when she had an excuse to be annoyed with the Weasley boy in her 6th year. Finally, she had a break from his stupidity.
But they were of no consequence to her now, by this time tomorrow they would all be dead. She would make sure of it. By this point, she had reached the Forbidden Forest. This is where should would hide them. They would be almost impossible to find. She had already bound each one with many curses, to protect them if the worst did happen. Several metres into the woodland, she dug a deep hole in which she dropped one. Even if a person was to be buried upon that exact spot, they would have to go much further than 6 feet to even catch a glimpse of the shiny diadem. If only Ravenclaw could see it now, Hermione mused, her precious tiara drenched in wet soil, buried like a corpse.
By the time Hermione left the forest, it was in the early hours of the morning. She had only had a little trouble, when she had encountered some centaurs but after killing one, the others had scattered. Although they had threatened their revenge, she was not afraid. What was a half-breed against her? Tomorrow, when the Dark Lord took his rightful place above society the centaurs would be made to know their place. Hermione could only smile at the thought.
She sneaked back into the Room of Requirement, high on thoughts of victory and lack of sleep, notice by no one. Soon Harry Potter would be dead and she would be the Queen of the Wizarding world.
Author Note: I'm new to this so please be nice. Constructive criticism is welcome but say it kindly :). I've always like Evil!Hermione fics so i thought I'd give it a go. i know this is really short but it's a oneshot so I thought i could get away with it. I promise to love you forever if you review and to not set Hermione on you. Thank you.