Okay.. This is a warning.. In this story I am planning on having a very DARK Hermione.. She is trading sides.. Soo there may be a lot of OOC.. And there may be some disturbing images in this.. And yes.. There will be character deaths.. This will be a somewhat form into a Dramione love story, yet with plenty of horror.. Wa ha ha (evil laugh)

This is the year after their seventh year. Now, remember.. I'm having it as if Harry never went against Voldemort. And if parts of this story doesn't go with any of the books.. Oh well.. I'm writing it how I want the story to be told.. If you have a problem with that.. Don't read further..

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Hermione walked into her house, laying her eyes on to two limp bodies on the floor. She felt her hands start to tremble, as her mind began to twist and churn. Her eyes shifted to Harry who was standing next to her parents holding his wand.

"H-Har-" Hermione's voice cracked.

"Ron! I said keep her out of here!" Harry yelled pointing his wand at Ron. "Get her out now!"

Ron's arms went around Hermione's waist and he started to pull her out of the house. She screamed fighting him. She managed to wiggle out of his death grip, and ran back into the house. Her hand rested on the table. She felt the tears start to stream out of her eyes. She could feel that she was slowly losing herself.

Her eyes settled onto her parents lifeless bodies. Her heart called out to them, but there was no answer. Hermione started to breath heavily. She couldn't get air. Her hand went up to her chest. Her breathing went wild along with her heart. Air! I need Air! She shouted in her head. Her watery eyes met Harry's then Ron's, both of their eyes were filled with sorrow. Everything seemed to be spinning all at once, coming to a stop as it all went black.

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Hermione woke up in a bed at Ron's house. Her head was sore, she brought her hand up and felt a dried up cut on her forehead. How long had she been out? She noticed she wasn't alone in the room. Her eyes locked with Harry and Ron's.

The last images she had remembered filtered back into her head. She began to start heavy breathing again. She stood up to run out of the room, not wanting to be with them.

Ron shot up in front of the door, gently grabbing Hermione's arms. "No.. please don't go. We have to talk."

"Let go of me!" She screamed hitting Ron, but he wouldn't budge on letting her go.

Her eyes looked at Harry almost as if calling for help, he just looked down at the ground. Hermione felt something different inside her twist out. Betrayal. "You promised! You promised you wouldn't hurt them! I hate you! You stabbed me in the back!"

Harry looked up at with watery eyes. "I'm sorry! They were possessed by Voldemort! I had to!"

"They were innocent! They were my parents!" Hermione screamed feeling herself break.

"I said I was sorry 'Moine!" Harry yelled, walking over to her and Ron.

"I don't want your apology. You are just as bad as Voldemort, except you don't keep your word. I hate you." Hermione's whole body was shaking at this point. She tried to stop the shaking, but didn't succeed.

"You don't mean that. We can help you through this. Just trust me." Harry reached out to touch Hermione., but she shifted in Ron's arms to get away from Harry.

"I trusted you before. Then instead of stabbing me in the back, you did my parents." Harry felt the words hit him like a train.

"You can't tell me there wasn't another way!" Harry shouted, unsure what to say and do.

"You could have tried." Hermione was now crumbling down to the ground crying, she laid her head in her arms as if to block herself from the world.

"I did try.." Harry said softly crouching down next to Hermione.

"Harry.. You know why I think they called you the boy who lived.. Because you are always killing everybody who posses a threat." Hermione's words were harsh, at cut into Harry like knives.

"Hermione.. You're just hurt you don't mean any of that."

Hermione glared at Harry. "Yes.. I do."

Harry didn't know what to think. He just looked up at Ron with worried eyes. "I think we should let her be alone for a while.. To gather her thoughts."

Ron nodded, "I think that's best." He looked down at Hermione, "Mione.. If you need anything come get us. Okay?"

"Just go." Hermione mumbled not really wanting to look at them.

When they were gone Hermione had climbed up into the bed and eventually cried herself to sleep.

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Hermione walked out into a room, and sat down on her knees to bow. She looked up wickedly.

"Have you any new news on their whereabouts?" A deep voice asked in the dark.

"No, My Lord. But no need to worry. I will find out.. Soon." Hermione felt anger fill her up.

The mysterious person chuckled, that would have normally sent the hairs up on any normal person. But was Hermione normal. No.

"I deeply like your persistence. What fuels you to keep going?" The voice echoed off the walls.

"Hatred. Pure Hatred." Hermione stood up.

"My favorite answer." The person walked out into the light revealing their self. Voldemort walked out placing a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "You will make the world proud."

"That's what I plan on." Hermione answered.

Hermione woke up in a sweat. She breathed heavily. Why had she dreamt that? And more importantly why did it make her feel so good? She could still feel how strong her anger was. It was piercing through her veins.

She jumped up and walked over to the bathroom that was connected to her room. She need a shower, to cool herself down. When she climbed into the hot water she felt her muscles begin to relax. Her thought wondered back to Harry. She felt the anger pour through her again.

How could he have done that? She remembered him promising her that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her parents. Well, he did. Hermione felt the tears bream up in her eyes, again. How could she get this pain to stop?

She felt her breathing become deeper. Her heart began to speed up. She was starting to panic again. Too much pain. She couldn't handle it. She crumbled up into the corner of the shower wishing to die. She waited for it to pass. As the pain passed, more and more hatred felt her up.

Ok.. Now I'm not sure if that was good or not.. I haven't ever wrote a darkish story ha-ha. So please tell me if I should continue writing this story.. Thanks! And if dark stories aren't your thing I'm going to tell you it gets lighter. But before it does.. it gets a tad bit darker.. REVIEW PLEASE! They keep me writing.