"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself. "

~Franklin D. Roosevelt

Chapter one: Fear

Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Hermione repeated over and over and over in her mind. Why did stuff like this happen all the time to her!?

She tensed as The fat ferrat got closer. His silver hair was combed to perfection and made his pale skin look translucent like a ghost.

"Mudblood." He greeted with a sour tone. "Malfoy." She spat back at him. "What in the bloody hell do you want? If you haven't noticed. I have responsibilities." She growled out. "I'm not blind." He replied while stepping forward, she followed his actions by taking one step backwards. A playful smirk appeared on Malfoy's face. It looked as if Malfoy was about to say another insult, but a voice interrupted him.

"Malfoy stand aside." A voice snapped from the darkness. A figure appeared cliche like from the darkness.

"Yes, my Lord." He replied and instantly stepped a few feet away, with his wand at the ready.

The cliche figure looked reptilian and had two holes where it's nose should be, and black beady eyes that seemed to tear your soul apart.

"Ms. Granger." Voldemort greeted while dangling his yew wand lazily in his right hand. Her eyes widened in fear, at the creature in front of her. "Y...y..you're." He laughed. "You're a smart girl to be afraid of me." He said while his eyes roamed over her figure in interest.

"Lord Voldemort." She said, with her eye's now narrowing. "What do you want with me?" She ground out. A smirk was on the Dark lord's lips, it never reached his eyes though.

"If you think I'm joining you and your snarky little Death Eaters, You're wrong."

He just looked at her with a mask of indifference "Oh, you stupid little naive girl. I'm not here to make you one of my Death Eaters." He said mockingly.

"Then why are you here?" She hissed. She was scared shitless of what he was going to do to her.. She was hoping that he didn't answer her question either.

He chuckled, "So much fear." He said and inhaled her scent. It was intoxicating to him. He wanted her, needed her. She was made for him!

He slowly stepped closer to the girl that was practically trembling beneath him, but still managed to keep a bored look on her face. "To answer your question Hermione, I'm here to make a horcrux."

Her eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Why do you need me then?" She asked with a small quiver to her voice.

His mouth twitched upward ever so slightly and responded. "Because, you're going to be my next horcrux Hermione Granger."

She stumbled back against the wall, fear and non-sensible reactions flowed through her brain.

She darted for the door which was being blocked by Malfoy, she took her wand out and was about to cast a spell when her wand was ripped from her hand and she was lifted up off of the ground and slammed into a wall on the side farthest from the door and groaned when the wall slammed against her back.

"You will NOT run from me." Voldemort growled out in a snarl. Hermione struggled to sit herself upright. Suddenly she realized the situation she was in, She was going to be his eighth horcrux..How...how can he handle splitting his soul into 8 pieces!? She shuddered in fear.

Voldemort was..no, is going to hide her somewhere where Harry and Ron would never find her...

She felt his thumb sliding against the side of her jaw. She flinched away from his touch. She was repulsed. Unfortunately that was a bad move on her part. She noticed Voldemort flick his wand without so much as a single syllable of a word being spoken and a spark of light green sparks flew into her chest, the sheer force of them knocking her head against the wall hard enough to knock her out and thrust her into the deep pit of nothingness.

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Hermione slowly opened her eyes, finding both Ron and Harry sitting in uncomfortable plastic chairs. She moaned, raising her hands and started to rub circles by her temples.

"Ah dear! You're awake!" Madame Pomfrey said happily. She was a big busty women with gray hair and a wrinkled face.

"What happened to me?" She questioned with a scratchy voice.

"You were found unconscious in a small classroom, dear. Nothing was wrong with you though."

Hermione tried to think of why she'd be in a classroom late at night but pain started to fill her head making her wince. "Dear don't think too hard." Pomfrey said worriedly.

"How long have Ron and Harry been here?" She asked. "Most of the week." She said. "Nice boys, loyal to their friends." Hermione chuckled lightly. They were like dogs. Slowly Hermione sat upright and she was handed a glass of pumpkin juice.

"Drink this dear, I'll release you tomorrow night." Hermione slowly sipped it, and watched the other side of the room.

Hermione. She froze, and set the cup down on the nightstand next to her. "I'm going mad." She whispered. My Hermione, listen to me closely. Hermione started to hyperventilate. Shh. It's okay.

"No.. no no. Hearing voices is not okay, not even in the wizarding world." She mumbled to herself. You're going to have to get used to it then, darling. Now I'm coming for you soon.

"Wait who are you?" She mumbled so she wouldn't wake Harry and Ron. Your master. She scoffed quietly. "Hermione," Ron said tiredly as he rubbed his eyes. She smiled happily, and watched as his eyes grew in surprise.

"HERMIONE!" He jumped up and launched onto her with a great hug and her smile grew even more. Harry jumped at the sound of Ron's yell. Ron had ginger hair, pale skin and dark brown eyes, Harry had black scruffy hair that was untamable, brown eyes and pale skin with a scar shaped as a lightning bolt on his head.

"What happened Hermione?" Harry asked, with a stern voice. "I..I don't know.. I can't seem to remember." Both Harry and Ron's face fell with worry.

"I -" Don't you dare tell them about me. The voice snarled out into her head making her flinch. Ron looked at Harry with worry and an odd expression on his face. "Are you ok, Hermione?" Ron asked. She shook her head. "I think I need a bit of sleep." She didn't say that... She's not tired. She thought to herself.

She heard a chuckle echo in her head. I can control what comes out of your mouth. Suddenly she opened the draws to the nightstand quick and found a pen and a small piece of scrap paper and started to write down a note to her friends. Ron looked at her weirdly.

"Bloody hell Hermione, what are you doin-" Hermione started to write down a message.

Help...someone's inside my head Harry.. I need Headmaster Dumbledore, I feel nutters.

Ron and Harry nodded slightly. "Alright, we'll let you get some sleep." Harry mouthed I'll talk to the Headmaster now.

She relaxed. Whatever this sickness was maybe Dumbledore would be able to get rid of it.

That's impossible. You can't get rid of part of my soul without killing yourself and I'd never let that happen to something that's protecting 1/8 of my soul, You're one of my most personal objects at the moment.

Hermione laid down on the hospital bed. "I'm not an object." She mumbled softly.

Hermione's eyes started to close of their own accord. As she fought to stay awake, the last thing she saw was a figure with black hair standing by her bed with a smirk plastered onto his face, and his eye's held secrets that would boggle the mind.

The pumpkin juice lay forgotten on the nightstand table where a small tiny tablet could be seen still dissolving. The man had drugged her somehow into another endless sleep…

Well I got this done sooner than I thought! Please enjoy this re-write, it hasn't changed much but I just combined 2 chapters because I thought they were to short together! And edited a few mistakes, I didn't drastically change this chapter! :D Enjoy! -Starr