A/N: Well, hello there. I know. I know. I should probably complete that story I started years ago. But I honestly forgot the story line I came up with. Oops. Old age does that to you. But I make a wizards vow that I won't leave this story midway. It'll be short. Not more than 5-6 chapters. I'm a simple girl. Haha. So, enjoy reading. And please review.

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own Harry Potter. Or any of the characters. JK Rowling already owns them. *sobs*

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It wasn't as though she didn't know it. Of course she knew she was special and the letter just confirmed it. Hermione sat with a glass of wine in her hand reading the letter she just received. She was surprised, to say the least, at the contents of the letter. She smiled amusingly as she read it for a second time. The Dark Lord had 'requested' to meet her to talk about some important matters. She knew they wanted to recruit her despite her disappointing blood status. But she did wonder if it was all just a clever trap to lure her and use her as leverage to get to Potter. But she knew it won't work, if that was the plan, as she and Potter had a, how should she put this, fallout? Yes. They had a fallout. If that did happen she would really just laugh before dying. She finally replied to the letter saying she would be honored to meet the Dark Lord.

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Hermione waited outside Borgin and Burkes for the person who was to pick her up and apparate her to the Malfoy Manor.

"Granger" she heard someone call her. She turned to the direction of the very familiar voice and was slightly shocked to see Lucius Malfoy looking down on her with a sneer in place.

"Mr. Malfoy. I must say I'm rather shocked you agreed to pick up the 'mudblood' for your master" she said with a hint of amusement.

"Yes, we all have our duties to follow. Now come along. The Dark Lord doesn't have all night."

Hermione hesitated before taking the outstretched arm of Lucius.

They apparated just outside of the Manor and Hermione had to stop herself from gasping at the enormous manor. She heard tales but to see it was another. It really was huge. Nothing compared to Hogwarts, but still huge, no doubt.

"Honestly, Miss Granger. I would appreciate it if you move along." Lucius scoffed

Hermione growled in response but started to move towards the door. Lucius opened it and held the door open for Hermione. Shocked by the display, she shot Lucius a muffled thanks and entered. To say it was grand and huge was an understatement, really. It looked more like a medieval castle. Breathtaking was the correct word for it.

Lucius took her to a room and in there was a long table with chairs and people were sitting around it. She looked around and at the head of the table was Voldemort himself, sitting calmly petting his snake, Nagini. She looked around once more and saw the remaining Death Eaters. Draco was among them.

"Ah. Approach, Miss Granger. I am glad you decided to meet me." Voldemort said standing and pointing towards an empty chair between Draco and his aunt Bellatrix. Bellatrix looked at her with interest while Draco full on ignored her.

"Miss Granger, I'm sure you are wondering why I requested your presence tonight. A recent discovery has been forwarded to me regarding you."

"Me? Would you be so kind as to honor me with the discovery that has been made about me, my Lord?" she asked cautiously.

"My friends have been doing some research on you and we have found out, to our surprise, that you are the descendent of Phineas Black. It has been made clear that your father was adopted by the Grangers and it is a possibility that he might be a squib, quite unfortunate, really. Your father does not know of his adoption because he had been obliviated of his childhood." Voldemort looked at Hermione as she took in the information.

"I know." was all she said as the people around her gasped and looked at her in utter confusion.

"I beg your pardon, Miss Granger. Did you say you knew that you are the granddaughter of Phineas Black?" Lucius asked with obvious confusion.

"You don't think I would've just left my magical heritage a mystery to myself did you? Of course I did some research and it took me quite some time but with some help I found out about my actual grandfather. I tried tracking him down but he is presumed dead. And yes, my father is, unfortunately, a squib." She spat the last one out in disgust.

"Fascinating. Why then, did you not announce your new found heritage to the world?" Lucius asked again.

"I don't really know why. I just didn't want the attention." She answered.

"Miss Granger" Voldemort spoke "or should I say 'Miss Black'. I have not called you here to talk about your recent discoveries, although that is one of the reason. I hear you had a falling out with the Potter boy? Is this information correct? If so, please tell us why."

"Yes. That is true. That little worthless prat dared to call me stupid. Me. The brightest witch of my age. He calls me stupid? Let's see him survive his glory days without me. Let's see him survive YOU." She was shaking with anger. No one dared to call her stupid. No one. Not even the boy-who-lived.

"That is a shame indeed. He does not appreciate your intelligence, my dear. We, on the other hand, need people like you. Join us. Come to our side and you will not regret it." Voldemort offered.

"I assumed you would offer that, my Lord. I have thought about it, and I accept your offer. I believe you need me to prove myself though."

"You are impressing me already, child. Yes. You will have to prove yourself. You will only receive the mark once you have cleared your task."

"What is my task, my Lord? Tell me and I shall do it. I shall prove myself. You shall see what I can do." Hermione answered confidently, bowing at Voldemort.

"You, my dear, will have to kill Ronald Weasley."

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