Disclaimer- Twilight and Harry Potter do not belong to me. They are property of Stephanie Meyer and J.K. Rowling. The plot is mine.

Prologue

The war passed over the wizarding world and left nothing untouched. Lives were destroyed, families were broken, and people were forever changed.

I was changed for eternity.

Flashback

The battlefield was covered with broken, dead bodies that were tinged with an unearthly green. Some Death Eaters had continued the torture long after the corpses had cool, causing an eerie pool of blood to form all around. Those who had not been killed suffered worse.

Hermione had run into the Forbidden Forest, ducking under curses and firing a couple to distract Death Eaters from their battles. She was looking for Harry, who she hadn't seen since the beginning of the battle. He was their only hope, even the prophecy had stated so. She looked behind her into the battlefield, her eyes going carefully blank as bile rose in her throat. Her long ponytail was flying behind her, getting caught in the bark and leaves that she was running past. The blood that caked her head was drying more and more by the second, the feeling of the coagulated blood making her feel dirty. Her arms were covered in all sorts of cuts and bruises, some from curses and others from worse. Bellatrix Lestrange and Fenrir Greyback had developed an unhealthy obsession with her. One wanted her blood spilled on her hands while the other wanted her body to use and destroy.

Hermione's legs were pumping their way through the greenery, her mind focused only on finding her friend, feeling deep inside of her that danger was lurking. She was positive the danger was near Harry, as in recent years, most of the bad feelings concerned Harry.

So set was she on her goal that she hadn't noticed when a body charged into her from the left.

The face of Antonin Dolohov grinned at her, as disgusting as he had looked like in the Department of Mysteries. Another unhealthy fixation had developed in Azkaban, it seemed. Harry was untouchable, and being gay was unacceptable in the wizarding world, so that ruled Ron out, and that left her. It reminded her of Tarot cards, where she would have her own saying The Mudblood. Such strange thoughts came to her when she knew it was the end.

He looked almost feral – the grin a snarl, his eyes mad, and there was a tic in his left eye, which was twitching sporadically. Who knew? Maybe Fenrir had given in to the temptation of bringing down "Pureblood Royalty" to his level. It certainly seemed like it.

It looked like he wanted to eat her; consume her and keep her captive inside of him. Much like Greyback. Why did she only attract sadistic men, she wondered? Lying there on the ground with two hundred pounds pinning her down was not in her favor.

A lesser person would have cried out in fear, but alas, Hermione was not.

She looked up at him warily. She knew he wanted for her to cry and scream, play the part of the helpless muggle filth. He didn't want to remember she was a witch.

Her whole body lay tense in a defensive position. She could kick him off of her, perhaps kick him in the groin? She could gouge his icy blue eyes out. It was a shame it was not Malfoy; she could tug on his hair and be over with it.

"Granger, Granger, Granger," he hissed into her ear. His rancid smell creeped up into her nose. She wanted to stop breathing, but knew that was not the best idea. Especially when she needed to overpower such a large person. "Surely you're not frightened of little old me?"

Toying with people's minds was his specialty. He was a brutal and blood-thirsty man; this she knew from reading about his tortures from the first war. Even thinking about it made her want to shudder and run for her life. But she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. He wanted to beat down the Gryffindor Lioness. It wouldn't happen.

So she did the most illogical thing. She spit in his face.

No one said Gryffindors were smart. Just lucky.

Dolohov wiped his face clean. He grabbed her throat with his left hand and looked like he was about to strike her with his left. It was rather odd for a wizard to resort to physical violence, but she didn't flinch. He suddenly stopped, as if he remembered something, and grinned down at her one last time. His grin bared all his teeth, or what was left of them.

Pop! The noise of apparition signaled his departure.

Seconds after he left, she felt the icy cold. It was like a Dementor's blood freezing temperature, but without the horrific thoughts brought with them. Instead, it just felt like stepping into an industrial refrigerator. It felt like death.

She was suddenly surrounded. She couldn't see anything, but felt the presence of four people, to her left and right, and in front of her and behind her. Vampires.

They all surrounded her, but the one in front of her, the main one it appeared, shoved the rest of them away from her, staking his claim. She wanted to run away, but knew it was futile. Her time in the wizarding world had been like a huge game, and right now her screen was flashing GAME OVER.

End Flashback

A.N. Version 2.0 of this chapter. Oh, god, I feel ashamed for even posting that up. A year later and I see this wasn't exactly what I wanted it to be. So tell me what you think. I feel that this is much better than what it previously was. I might still fix it later on, but at least now I don't feel like a ten-year-old writing fanfiction. For the record, I'm not ten. lol