Title Voldemort's Daughter

Author Hermy-Own-Ninny

Rating PG-13

Summary Hermione finds out she's not who she thought she was. Now it's up to Harry and Ron to save her from more than one source of evil.

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Jackson, my best friend and a great person. Thanks!

A/N Here's chapter one again! Lol, I wonder how many times I'm going to do this chapter. The plot change is in the chapter and I hope you like it. I'm hoping it'll make it more interesting. Please review and tell me what you think!


Voldemort's Daughter

Chapter one

~Dream sequence~

'Hermione! Hermione, where are you?' Harry was running through the Forbidden Forest. Hermione had been gone for two days now and he had just received a letter saying where she was.

'Hermione! Please answer me!' Harry wiped away the sweat from his forehead before it fell into his eyes and began to sting. He looked at the Maurders map and saw that Hermione was just a little ways ahead of him. He started running again and saw a light. It was coming from a girl. Hermione.

'Hermione! Are you okay?' Harry advanced on Hermione and reached out to grab her, but quickly withdrew his hand. He looked at his hand where he had felt a sharp pain and saw that his hand was burned. He stepped back from Hermione and looked at her, trying to figure out how to save her. He saw that the white dress she was wearing was stained with large amounts of dark blood. Suddenly a large noise behind him interrupted his thoughts. Harry whipped around and cursed silently.

'We meet once again, Harry Potter.' Voldemort was standing no more than seven feet away from Harry. Voldemort took a step forward and drew his wand.

'You,' Harry said, his voice dripping with hate.

'Me,' Voldemort replied, an equal amount of hate visible in his voice.

'What did you do to her? I swear, if you hurt her in any way...'

'Oh, there was pain, my boy.' Voldemort's lips curled into a sickening smirk.

'But, there was also pleasure. Yes, plenty of both.' Harry now took a step forward and drew his wand, also. Hermione was still floating, blissfully unaware of what was going on.

'Your little girlfriend and I had quite a bit of fun.' Voldemort laughed a high, merciless laugh and grinned. A sharp pain shot through Harry's scar and brought him to his knees. He put a hand over his scar and took deep breaths. He was fighting to stay conscious, but he was fighting a losing battle.

'Begging for your life already?' Voldemort said icily. 'A little sooner than I expected, but it works for me.' Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry and an excited shiver went down his spine.

'I've waited sixteen years for this, Potter. Avada Kedava!'

*

"Harry! Hey Harry! Wake up!" Ron was shaking Harry violently and performing waking charms on him to no success.

"Aaaargghh! Ron! Geroff me!" Harry shot up and put a hand over his scar that was still throbbing.

"Hey! All right, all right. You okay? You were yelling and thrashing around and stuff." Ron backed up as if he was afraid he might start up again.

"No, no, I'm fine. I just had a dream, er, about the Slytherins, uh, winning the Quidditch Cup," Harry lied.

"Well, that'd make anyone thrash about," Ron agreed. "Did that make your scar hurt? I mean, when you woke up you put a hand over your scar!'

'Oh, I was just, um, thinking about the dream. Yeah." Harry took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Well, if you're all right then," Ron said, turning and heading off to his own bed.

"Yeah I'm fine," Harry said to a snoring Ron.

*

Harry laid awake for a few hours before deciding to go get some hot chocolate to help him get to sleep.

'I'm sure the House Elves won't mind,' Harry thought, climbing out of bed and grabbing his Invisibility cloak and the Maurders map.

Harry snuck steathily out of the Gryffindor boys' 5th year dormitory and down the stairs. He slipped the cloak over himself and checked the map.

"Let's see here," he said under his breath. "Snape's in his office, Filch is in the Hufflepuff corridor. Oh, poor Ernie. And Hermione is in the trophy room."

Harry tucked the map in his cloak pocket and took a few steps before realizing what he had just seen.

'What is Hermione doing out?' He thought while changing directions and heading towards the Trophy room.

*

Harry arrived at the trophy room, and sure enough, Hermione was there. Sort of. She was very bloody and was lying beside the plaque that read "Tom Riddle." Harry cringed. Why in the world is that still in here? He let the cloak fall to the ground and swiftly walked over to Hermione.

"'Mione? Hey 'Mione! Wake up!" Hermione moaned and turned over.

"Harry? Is that you?" Hermione opened her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Yeah. Are you okay Hermione? What happened? Can you sit up?" Harry sat down next to her. He put a hand under her and helped her sit up.

"Oh Harry, it was terrible!" She started crying terribly. She hugged him while she let his robe soak up her tears.

"What was horrible Mione? What happened?" Hermione sniffed and pulled herself up to sit in his lap, and leaned on his shoulder.

"He was here, Harry. Voldemort was here. In this castle, in this room! Harry, he- he raped me!" Hermione started crying uncontrollably, taking in huge, gasping breaths of air every few minutes.

"It's okay Hermione, you don't have to tell me any more. Just calm down." Harry was trying to register that into his brain. How could he do that?

'Things couldn't get worse,' he said to himself. He was wrong.

"Harry? There's another thing." Hermione let out a huge, dry sob and took another deep breath.

"Hermione, you don't have to tell me any more. It's all right."

"No, I have to tell you. I'm his... his daughter!"

*

A/N Welp, that's chapter one again. I hope ya'll like it! I just thought the plot change would make it a little more interesting. The rating will go up because of the plot change but not too much. Now that you've read you've already done half your job!