Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, I do not.

Spells and curses were flying. Shouts of 'AVADA KEDAVRA!', 'STUPEFY' and 'CRUCIO!' rang in Hermione's ears. Where was Harry? She narrowly dodged a killing curse. Her heart pounded. She had come close to dying more times in this day than all of her years in Hogwarts combined. Where was Harry? Her frizzy hair whipped her face as she turned her head to and fro, craning her neck. Even a small glimpse of him would reassure her.

She had been worrying ever since he had left with Dumbledore. Ron had told her that it was going to be okay, that Harry had gone through much worse, without Dumbledores help. It was always surprising when Ron came out with a halfway sensible comment; she had believed him. Now, she wasn't sure. Surely Harry would have returned by now?

Antonin Dolohov barreled towards her; a manic grin plastered across his face. He drew in a breath and shouted 'AVADA KEDAVRA!'. Hermione's instincts kicked in, and she cast a shield charm just in time. Dolohov was knocked backwards several metres, and Hermione used his confused bearing to her advantage. She quickly cast a stun spell, knocking Dolohov out for the time being. Her heart did not get a chance to slow down, for right then, a hand landed on her shoulder. Hermione drew her wand and faced her attacker, head pounding, bracing herself for the worst, before realising it was just Harry.

"Harry!" She hugged him in relief.

Harry grimaced.

"Hermione,"

"Harry, where's Dumbledore, were you successful?"

"Hermione, Dumbledore's dead." Harry delivered the news bluntly, without any emotion whatsoever.

Hermione gasped. The battle came to a halt around her. It was as if everything was happening in slow motion. Dumbledore couldn't be dead. He was too powerful for that, the only man Voldemort truly feared.

"HERMIONE!" Harry shouted.

She snapped back to attention.

"Hermione, Ron's in trouble, we can grieve about Dumbledore later, for now, he is more important. Fenrir Greyback severly injured him, I've managed to drag him to an empty classroom. I know you can treat wounds Hermione," Harry was on the brink of tears.

Hermione's heart lurched. She immediately forgot about Dumbledore. If anything happened to Ron...

She took off running.

"Which classroom Harry?" Her voice was on the brink of cracking.

"Follow me!" He answered.

They sped down a long corridor, turned left and ran into an empty charms classroom. It was destroyed, rocks and boulders scattered in all directions, chairs thrown to one end of the room, ink splattered across half the floor.

"RON!" shouted Hermione.

He was nowhere to be seen.

She turned around to see Harry reaching into a crack between two rocks.

"My wand," he said.

Hermione distracted, tossed him her wand.

"Harry, we-"

She stopped short.

Harry was changing. His nose shrank, eventually pressing flat against his skull, like a snake's nose. His hair retracted into his scalp leaving a bald white head in its wake. He grew taller, and his eyes began to turn red.

"Voldemort," whispered Hermione.

"Clever and brave, I have not met many who dare to utter my name" Voldemort grinned menacingly. Hermione felt panic building up inside of her.

"What do you want with me?" She asked evenly, hoping her fear wasn't showing.

Voldemort's red eyes stared into hers. He walked up to her, touching her hair. Hermione stood completely still as if Voldemort would just go away, grow bored with her.

"Miss Granger you have intrigued me for a long while. As you know, I have been a part of Mr Potters mind for quite some time. He thinks very highly of you, for sure. I was not quite sure what he saw in a muggle born such as yourself."

Hermione shuddered. She despised him, and the fact that he was complimenting her went against all of what she had heard about him. He was a monster with a silver tongue.

He licked his ashy lips before continuing.

"I began to realise what a valuable asset you were. I began to realise that you were infinitely more dangerous than The Boy Who Lived. I realised that I wanted you, needed you to join my Death Eaters."

Here he paused, his hand behind his back. Hermione was now visibly trembling.

"Which is what lead me to make this decision."

He drew his wand and before Hermione had time to react,

"Obliviate"

Hermione's heart stopped. Without even realising she was doing it, she called up her mental shields. They blocked the spell right before it hit her. Voldemort did not seem to notice. He walked up to her. He was so close she could feel his breath on her ear.

"You will join the Death Eaters and me tomorrow, in the morning. We will be waiting for you by your dormitory window. You will come with us peacefully and swear allegiance to us. For tonight, go back to your friends as if nothing at all has happened."

He walked towards the shattered window and jumped out. Hermione couldn't breathe. He hadn't realised she had resisted his charm. How it was possible that Voldemort himself had not noticed something so simple was beyond her. She had to confide this with Harry and Ron. Her stomach turned as she realised that her friends could well be already dead.

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So this is y first ever fan fiction, I seriously enjoyed writing this much and hope that some will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. There will be a lot of Dark Hermione, and I'm planning some Dramione action as well. Reviews are always welcome ;)