A/N: Even though I'm going to try and keep this story as true to the books as possible, a lot of things might seem far fetched. But I'm basing this on things we don't know much about so that there's the possibility that it could happen. It's set from Hermione's POV but changes to other characters as well. I'm hoping you all like it. If you have any comments, email me at instead of the email under my user profile.

Chapter One

I lived in what I thought to be a secure world. Harry and Ron faced new threats each day from the wizarding world. But as far as I knew, I was the only one of my kind within miles. I saw no reason for anyone to harm me.

I believed that I was muggle born. After all, my parents were Muggles, dentists as well. When I'd first received my letter to Hogwarts I'd observed my parents thinking they might have magic in them. But I saw none. And I knew I wasn't adopted. I had my Mothers hair and nose. And my Fathers eyes and smile. I acted like my Mother, but had my Fathers bookish ways.

The summer before my sixth year proved to be one of many changes. Nature finally caught up with me. My hair lost it's bushiness and settled down into smooth curls. My body suddenly gained curves that I didn't know were possible for my body to have. With the help of a new wardrobe I was able to show off what I suddenly had. Who was I to mess with nature?

But most of all it was one event that summer that really changed me. I remember the day clearly. It was a rainy Thursday in mid July when we left the house. My Father drove for several hours until we were many, many miles from our house. Suddenly he made a sharp turn down a dirt road and a house appeared. I'd always thought that Sirius's house had been depressing. Well it was a mansion compared to this one. Before me stood a gray, decrepit house.

"Mum, what are we-"

"Shhh, there will be plenty of time for questions once we're inside."

When we reached the rotting front door, it swung open. There stood a man or woman, it was hard to tell, dressed in black. A hood hid their face from my view. But I knew whoever they were, they were a deatheater.

"Wha--"

Suddenly I stopped. We were brought into a large room and seated on a sofa. My heart was pounding like never before. Something was not right. Of course something wasn't. I was in a house with Deatheaters. Then there was so much silence, I thought I might go crazy.

"Hermione Granger. How nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you from your parents and my faithful Deatheaters. I do regret letting them harm you. But if your little friends saw you were safe, my plans would be ruined." And then he stepped out of the shadows.

He was exactly as Harry had described him. Tall, thin, pale with red slit for eyes. Lord Voldemort. My nightmares had suddenly become reality.

Draco's POV

My parents were forever trying to set me up with various girls at school. I despised them. I'll admit I did have some fun with Pansy Parkinson. Mainly it was to stop my Father from nagging me. So when he told me about a ball that would be taking place August 31st, I knew his intentions were to have me mingle with the daughters of noble dark wizards.

"Father, must I go? Balls aren't really my thing."

"The Dark Lord has set this up. If you do not attend, how do you think it will make me look?"

I knew I wouldn't win against my Father. I would be going to the ball if my life was hanging by a thread. And even though I had no interest in attending, I was curious. Why was the Dark Lord holding a ball?
"Father? What's this ball for?"

"The introduction of Salazar Slytherins heir.