The Story That Was Never Told

by kim-evadreamer

An old friend is not who everyone thinks she is. Draco has a tricky mission to navigate. Harry struggles with a huge loss. Where does Hermione fit in here? A Dramione fanfic! No OC's! Rated M for language and for encouraging evil suggestively.

1. Chapter 1

Author's note : APOLOGIES!! I'm so sorry for the lack of updates, things have just gotten really crazy busy all round. So yeah, I recently went over my old chapters and well… I decided to edit them due to many, many cringe-worthy lines I came up with ages ago. I won't be changing the storyline, just fixing the really bad bits here and there. The next chapter will be up once I'm done editing. I promise! Thank you to all of you who have stuck around!

Chapter 1

From a huge foreboding castle, in the darkest depths of a vast forest, the sharp cry of a baby was heard. The Dark Lord's cold, glinting eyes hinted emotion at the sight of his new heiress.

"Perfect…"

That was barely 3 months before the deaths of Lily and James Potter and the undoing of Lord Voldemort. What many don't know, is that in his fragile state, You-Know-Who returned to his lair, raising and teaching the young girl. The girl grew in the shadow of the Dark Arts. She was a powerful witch, not just for her tender age but also her time.

At the age of 10, the girl was sent to live with common muggles. Passing as a born and bred muggle, she entered Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the age of 11. Her true identity was kept a total secret from even the innermost circle of Deatheaters.

As the years went by, the Dark Lord's heiress was still pretending to be the Gryffindor goody-two-shoes, cunningly befriending her father's enemies in order to stay hidden.

On the eve of her 17th birthday, Lord Voldemort decided it was time for change.

"My daughter…I have decided it is time you fought by my side. The end of the War draws near. Tomorrow night, the Dark Side will acknowledge their long-awaited Princess!"

Hermione's face lit up as she rose from kneeling before her father.

"And as for that school, you won't be going back. After the summer, you will resume your lessons with me." Lord Voldemort finished, looking down at the beautiful young girl.

A grin pulled at her lips.

"You are too kind, father…" she kissed his hand before sweeping out of the dungeon, her robes licking at her ankles.