Disclaimer: I only own Margaret Riddle. Hermione Granger and Makoto Kino are not mine and in the real world have no connection.

Prologue:

There comes a time in a girl's life when she must stand for what's right. I have taken that stand many times. I remember the first was when I was nine, an innocent age for most, and I was with him when his parents died. To some I am Hermione Granger, to others I am Makoto Kino, and but I am always Margaret Riddle.

I was born to the Queen of Jupiter, and Tom Marvolo Riddle. Some how he was able to traveled to my mother's world, and he seduced her. I was born later with the name of Margaret Kairos Riddle. I trained with the warriors of the outer planets Uranus, Pluto, and Neptune till I was five. Then at that point my father, who now called himself 'Lord Voldemort', some was able to return after leaving just before my birth, and he took me back to his world.

There he raised me to be the heir to his rein of terror, the kind that was told to scare. When I turned nine, four years later, he took me to a house that would never be lived in by the owners again. He wanted me to learn, and see what happened to those that posed a threat to him, for he knew that I never wanted to be like him. He made me watch as he killed. First was a man with black hair and brown eyes, eyes that never once showed fear towards the evil monster that was my father. I was made to watch then, as he killed a woman with fiery red hair, and eyes the same color as her attacker. She was holding something, both her and the contents of her arms were screaming, she was pleading. Only after she was dead I saw what she gave her life for. It was an infant, who had his father's black, messy hair, and his mother's bright emerald eyes. Then, and only then I cried out as I watched my father turned the wand onto the orphan, I tried to take the wand, he shoved me aside, and as he did I hit my head so hard I could barely focus and stay conscious. He spoke the same words that I knew killed the parents, there was a flash, and when it was gone, so was my father. The infant was crying hysterically, a jagged wound on his brow. I tried to stay calm, and awake, as I brought him into my arms sitting on the floor, soothing him as tears flowed down my cheeks. The rest was a blur. A man came in, tried to wake the couple, and then came a bigger man. The two argued then they took the baby boy, who was now sleeping, from my arms. I didn't want to let go, but he was gone. The first man soon took me into his arms, I must have past out from the pain in my head, because the next thing I saw, was a man with slick black hair, pale skin and a hooked nose.