This is story is mainly for my writers block and is unplanned apart from a basic plan. I hope you enjoy it anyway :)

Chapter One

Hermione's True Nature

Hermione Granger found herself shackled to the wall of the Dungeons in Voldemort's lair. She heaved a sigh and looked around the dank cell. The walls were slimy with dew and moss and the cell smelt like someone had died, which was rather likely considering where they were.

The sound of footsteps made the girl perk up a little. The door swung open to reveal Dolohov.

"Ah, my favourite lackey!" Hermione grinned.

Dolohov stalked over and slapped her before unchaining her. He dragged her out of the cell.

Hermione's grin widened. "Oh, are we going on a trip to see his snakeyness?"

"Shut up, Mudblood." Dolohov growled, his bruising grip tightening threateningly.

"Ouch! Watch it, mate!" Hermione snapped.

They reached the main hall of Voldemort's lair and he threw the teenager to the floor.

Voldemort towered above her, his room full of his minions and 3 secret spies. "Missss Granger. How nice of you to join usss." Voldemort hissed, smirking.

Hermione took one look at him and laughed. Voldemort glared, storming over to her and backhanding her.

Hermione's face shot to the side, her face stinging from the force of the Dark Lord's slap. She turned her head slightly, tilting it, and peered through her lank curls at the Dark Lord.

"You shouldn't have done that. Now I'm pissed." She growled, her voice deadly soft.

Voldemort laughed, causing his minions to laugh along with him. "What can you do, Mudblood? You're bound in chains!"

Hermione held her hands out and looked at the handcuffs binding her wrists. "I know. I do love a good pair of handcuffs, but these are pathetic. I mean, really." She scoffed.

Voldemort's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about, Girl?" He snarled.

Hermione shrugged. "Well they aren't very good if I can do this, are they?" She casually opened the handcuffs and freed her wrists. "Ah, that's better."

Voldemort's jaw almost dropped. "How did you…?"

Hermione's eyes became cold. "I told you not to piss me off. Tell me, Voldie, ever heard of Satan?"

"Of course. Satan is the devil, evil incarnate, the lord and master of hell!" Voldemort grinned darkly.

"Not so much Lord and Master, more Lady and Mistress. Thanks by the way for the compliment about being evil incarnate." Hermione said rubbing her wrists.

"What are you talking about, Mudblood?" Voldemort spat.

Hermione fell back and a chaise lounge suddenly appeared behind her in a dark red colour. She clicked her fingers and a puff of steam covered her for a moment. When it cleared she was wearing a pair of skin tight, black leather trousers, a dark red corset, knee high boots and held a glass of red wine in her hand. "I am Hermione Nyx Beelzebub, or you know me as the Devil."

The room was silent for a moment before laughter rang out. Hermione glowered. "Okay, okay, don't believe me. But know this, Riddle, you have made a dangerous enemy today. To get on the wrong side of the Devil is worse than hell."

Hermione threw her wine to the floor, causing it to go up in flame. She spun on the spot and, with a roar of flame, disappeared.

The three spies were stunned, more so than the rest of the Deatheaters. Lucius, Draco and Severus exchanged a glance.

Voldemort stared at the spot where Hermione had disappeared for a moment before whirling around, anger written all over his snake like features. "Get out!" He roared.

Not wanting to incur his wrath, all of the Deatheaters spun on the spot and apperated. The three spies landed on the steps of Grimauld Place, Draco almost falling back but saved by Severus.

"Thanks." Draco smiled with a slight blush.

Severus rolled his eyes and held the door open for the two Malfoys before following them into the house.

They found Hermione, redressed in her jeans and sweater, sat at the table in the kitchen. The three stared at her with wide eyes.

Hermione looked up and smiled sweetly. "Hi."

Severus snarled angrily. "Hermione, what the hell were you thinking?" He spat.

Hermione stood, causing the room of Order members to hush. She hated being told off.

"How did you do it? You had no wand!" Lucius asked.

Hermione smirked. "Do what?"

"Conjure clothes; cause fire, all of it!" Severus snapped.

Hermione pouted and sank back into her seat. The room was silent, everyone listening in. "Spoil sports." Hermione muttered.

"What happened?" Harry asked, cautious.

Hermione leapt to her feet. Somehow, she had managed to redress in the corset, trousers and boots again in the second it took her to stand. "Ok, here's the deal. My name is Hermione Nyx Beelzebub, better known as the Devil, Satan and whatever. I change my forms whenever I want but this is my true form. I like to sometimes play the good guy, guys are suckers for that. That's about it. Oh, and yes there's a God. My beloved brother."

A pin could have dropped and the sound would have echoed in the silence of the room.

"That's all I get? Merlin! You guys have the power of the devil on your side and you don't say a word!" Hermione growled.

"What's the catch?" Dumbledore asked, knowing that the Devil wouldn't just help them for no reason even if her good friends were in the group and she hated Voldemort.

"Oh, nothing much. Just a small matter of, say, six people?"

"You want the souls of six people?" McGonagall gasped.

"Not the souls, the people. Men to be exact."

"Why?" Severus snapped.

"God and I have this little thing about families. Our family was rather small, obviously as it was just us, and we wanted a bigger family. God made up this rule that we had to have six husbands and wives respectively. I haven't found my mates yet and I'm lonely. But now, I found them." Hermione explained with a grin.

"Who do you want?" Dumbledore asked.

"Headmaster, you can't seriously be contemplating this! She's the devil, it could be a trick!" McGonagall spluttered.

Hermione's eyes glowed red briefly. "It is not a lie! Do you know how many millennia I have been alone? My husbands would be immortal, but our children would be all mortal apart from the first born to each husband. Why do you think Jesus ascended? He was God and Mary's first child."

"How many wives does God have already?" Harry asked innocently, intrigued.

"He has his six." Hermione pouted. "He's always been first at everything. First 'born', first to find the mates, first to have a child and first to be worshipped."

"So who would you have to be your mates?" Remus inquired from his place beside Tonks.

Hermione bit her lip. "My soul mates and future husbands are Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape."

Chaos broke out.

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