A/N – This endeavor by no means can be credited to me in any way. J.K Rowling owns the characters and world and AFI owns the song lyrics that appear and the inspiration. This can be read as a story, or if you have a favorite song you can skip right to it and it should make sense. Thanks for giving this fic a chance. Please enjoy and take the time to leave a review.

Chapter 1

Miseria Cantare (The Beginning)

Love your hate, your faith lost

"Hermione don't be absurd. You can't love him. No one can," Harry said partly patient and partly annoyed.

They were in London. On a dark corner. Hermione had asked Harry to meet her here. She had to let him know before she disappeared into darkness. Even her Gryffindor bravery could not face Ron and let him know, so she trusted Harry with her goodbyes. Harry, who was kind, sweet, understanding, and possibly in love with her. However, even if he was, he had no time for it.

"Use your senses. He's bound to be a Death Eater. He tried to kill Dumbledore," Harry pointed out.

"Yes, but he didn't Harry. He didn't. Don't you understand? He's not evil. He's not," Hermione pleaded for Harry to understand.

"Hermione, I can't let you go to him. He hates you," Harry said simply.

"I don't care Harry. You have to let me go. You can't keep me forever in this world of pain and loneliness," Hermione whispered starting to cry.

"Hermione," Harry said gently touching her arm softly, "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Hermione said gruffly brushing his hand away, "I am who I am because of me. Not because of what you and Ron and Dumbledore and the other professors have created of me. I'm going to be me now. And if that means leaving you all, then so be it. Just let me go, Harry."

Before Harry could argue again, Hermione started to leave. He didn't stop her. No matter how much he loved her, he respected her way more. Hermione was about to turn the block into a dark alley, but before she did, she turned her head over her shoulder to give the boy who lived one last glance. Her eyes flickered and for a moment Harry thought he saw the words "I love you" form on her lips. But it simply could have been a goodbye.

Hermione disappeared into darkness.

Someone was waiting for her. A man now, dressed in a black robe with the hood covering most of his face stood before her.

"You shouldn't have, Granger," the man said.

"I had to," she responded, "I can't live in both worlds."

The man put his arm around her and led her down the alley.

You are now one of us

"You know this world has nothing to offer you, except hate, spite, and regret," the voice said without emotion.

"Yes. And that's what I will come to love. I have nothing left," Hermione replied with confidence.

Love your hate, your faith lost

Draco Malfoy looked up from his hood now and made eye contact with Hermione, "Love is a weak emotion."

They were silent. He led her to a Death Eater hideout. He was taking her to darkness. He did it because part of him dared to feel for this girl. And it might have been because she dared to care for him. But there it was. Whether he loved her or not, he was leading her into the darkness that was his world.

A dozen or so Death Eaters were circled around a small fire. As soon as Draco and Hermione entered the corner of the alley, it sealed up for protection and privacy. The Death Eaters looked towards them and approached with questioning looks at Draco.

"She's to become one of us," Draco ordered.

You are now one of us

The Death Eater with the most rank pulled forward and asked, "Who is she?" It was Professor Snape. He knew it was Hermione Granger. He hated Harry, Ron, and her as a group. But alone, here before Death Eaters, Hermione Granger looked like a confident, brilliant, and dedicated women. A strong Death Eater. He could feel the power radiating from her.

"No one. Her past doesn't matter. It is nothing," Draco answered. Snape nodded and accepted. As did the others.

Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all

Snape now addressed Hermione, "And you wish to become one of us? Loyal to the Dark Lord Voldemort?"

"Yes," Hermione whispered softly and then looked boldly up, "Yes, make me one of you."

Her boldness surprised them all even herself.

"Very well, we'll initiate you tonight," Snape told her.

The Death Eaters crowded together, Draco included. They were chanting. Some ancient magic. Their right arms were extended out and touching each other forming a sort of chain that circled. The dark marks on their arms were glowing. The green glow surrounded the area. As the chanting grew louder a beam of green shot into the sky and put the image of the dark mark above them.

Radiate, recognize one silent call

Lord Voldemort appeared. Hermione withheld her gasp. This was her knew master.

"An initiation," Voldemort sneered, "Well come forward."

Hermione approached him cautiously.

"And why do you want to serve me?" he asked.

"So I may get out of life all that I want and more," answered Hermione. The darkness offered everything. Everything she might not be able to have fighting against it.

"Good enough," Voldemort said, slightly impressed.

The Death Eaters had built up the fire and now the circled around it trapping Hermione and Voldemort within their circle. The circle grew tighter and they were so close to the flames, Hermione could almost feel her skin burning. They were chanting again. The flame was turning silver. Voldemort took Hermione's right arm and pulled the sleeve of her robe away. He traced her skin with his arm while muttering a spell. When he was finished he thrust her arm into the fire which turned black. Hermione fell to her knees and the Death Eaters surrounded her. Everything was in blackness.

As we all form one dark flame…incinerate

When Hermione rose, she felt power. She felt power around her and before her as Voldemort helped her to her feet.

"Welcome my servant, to eternal darkness," he said.

The other Death Eaters joined her. Draco put a dark robe just like his own around her. Hermione looked like them now. She was them.

"Who are you?" Voldemort addressed them.

"Death Eaters," the group responded.

"Who do you serve?" he asked.

"The dark lord, our master," they answered again.

"Remember you are nothing without me. I give you the power to be someone and something. Alone you are nothing," Voldemort reminded them.

Then he left. Hermione felt Draco beside her. He looked stern and serious. And powerfully cold. Hermione came to terms with the fact that she was now nothing except raw power given by darkness. She could never be nothing more then what she was now.

Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all

"You belong to him, Granger," Draco told her without looking.

"I know."

"You can never belong to me,"

Hermione looked at him now.

"Except through him," Draco continued, "We are one through him."

"Yes, I understand," Hermione said. This is why she had done this. So she could love him. Something she could not do fighting the darkness. The darkness could give her things she would not be able to have fighting it.

"OW!" Hermione grabbed her arm. It was burning now.

"He's calling us to duty," Draco told her. We're to report to Riddle Manor.

The Death Eaters circled around the fire once more. There was only one way to Riddle Manor. You could not simply apparate there. They begin chanting now. Hermione included this time. Picking up on all the words she could. Filling each word with as much magical power she could. Together as a group the Death Eaters circled around the fire once more.

Radiate, recognize one silent call

The circle got closer. The fire was silver again. When the Death Eaters stepped into the fire it turned silver and did not burn them but engulfed them. The chanting was growing louder.

As we all form one dark flame

The fire extinguished and for a moment, the group of Death Eaters appeared as fire. Their black robes swishing in the wind became flames. Then they disappeared.

As we all form one dark flame

The group of Death Eaters landed in the entrance hall of Riddle Manor. Voldemort stood before them.

"An attack on the ministry tonight. Midnight. Kill everyone in sight. Leave within 15 minutes," Voldemort explained. Then he turned around and left.

"So soon?" Hermione asked Draco.

Draco just shrugged and began to walk away. Hermione followed him.

"Draco!" she called out.

He turned around and looked at her.

"I have no where to go," Hermione said softly.

Draco approached her and grabbed her arm and they quickly apparated.

As we all…

Hermione never realized how magnificent Malfoy Manor really was. He showed her to a room.

"Thank you," she said softly.

"Thankfulness is a weakness," Draco told her.

"You mean feeling is," Hermione responded.

Draco nodded.

"Then you make me weak," Hermione told him.

"I hate the weak," he told her as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips.

Love your hate, your faith lost

"You really believe that?" Hermione asked him.

"I don't know," he responded.

"What do you know?"

"That I'm a Death Eater. That I have power and glory in darkness."

Hermione nodded and agreed.

You are now one of us

"Why did you do this? I have nothing to give you," Draco asked her.

"I want nothing, Draco," she answered and kissed his cheek.

"You are nothing now," he told her.

"I know. I've given up on everything, so I could offer you nothing. So you could accept nothing. Therefore, you could accept me," Hermione explained.

"And now you're everything to me," Draco told her and kissed her passionately.

That night Draco and Hermione finally became one with each other.

Love your hate, your faith lost

That night, Hermione fought among the Death Eaters. Killing more than the rest put together. Only Draco was her equal. She did not see who she killed. She couldn't because then she would care. She did not let herself recognize those who she made eye contact with. Those who called her name and asked for mercy. She became one with darkness and it filled her with power. And gave her someone to love.

You are now one, one of us

A/N – Good? I hope so! Please review and let me know what you think. Hopefully I can do The Leaving Song Part 2 next.