A/N: Hello my lovely readers. I told myself I wouldn't start this until I finished Not so Black and White. However it's a brain worm that went go away. I must warn you, that this story is going to play much more to the dark and terrible things. So be warned. At the moment I am promising a minimum of 3k words per chapter excluding the prologue because mine are almost always shorter. So it might be longer before updates but this will be good practice. So remember: Darker themes ahead. Much darker. I will probably give warnings when the chapter is especially dark.

Prologue

Hermione gently placed the rest of her clothes into the small bag. Her heart ached at the idea of what she was about to do, but she hadn't been left with much was too much danger. Despite the warmth of the room around her, goosebumps appeared on her chilled flesh.

"Hermione, come down. The tea is ready," her mother called from at the bottom of the stairs.

"Coming, Mother!"

Her heart pounded in her chest as she picked up the bag and grabbed her wand. She had been planning this for a while, and yet she still wasn't ready. She was about to make her existence disappear from the most important puerile in her life. The people solely responsible for her entire being, would have no idea who she even was anymore.

She kept her steps light as she started towards the stairs. Her face felt hot and she tried to take deep breaths to calm herself. She needed to do this, she needed to protect them. As Hermione crept slowly down the stairs. She wondered so many things. Would her parents ever dream of her? Would they feel like something was missing? Would they ever wonder what if they had a little girl?

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw the backs of her parents Hess as they sat on the couch, watching the telly. This would without a doubt be the hardest thing she had ever done.

She took a breath to steady herself and raised her wand, thinking of herself and of them. "Obliviate."

She waited as she felt their memories fading. Years worth of memories were slowly fading away from them. Would she just disappear from them and the events stay? Or would they have no recollection of 17 years of their life? As the old memories faded of who they were, she replaced them with new identities and new desires. If they left, they'd be safe.

Finally, she knew the spells had done what they needed and she made a move for the door, sneaking out as quietly as she could.

She ran for blocks before coming to a park bench and breaking down in tears.

It took a while, maybe an hour, maybe not even, before she collected herself and set off towards the second scariest thing she had planned that day.

"I'm sorry, Miss Granger, you don't have time to think about this."

She could no longer tell which part of her day was the hardest as stepped out of the building onto the muggle street. Of course, no one noticed her as she started walking among them. Muggles were far too oblivious for their own good.

She walked, trying to think of what she would say. He would never forgive her. He couldn't find it in his heart. Her own heart was destroyed. Everything she had done today took its toll. She became lost in her thoughts and feelings and didn't notice the figures all in black that had started following behind her. It wasn't until she heard the soft family cable that she knew something was wrong. She looked up and turned around seeing the figures in their black robes.

She picked up her pace, bumping into a few puerile in the process. She needed to find a quiet area she could disaparate London was not full of places like that, and yet it was. She just needed a decent lead and an empty alleyway and she would be home free.

She took a deep breath, getting herself prepared to run, plenty of people ran, though she wasn't dressed for it. Then she took of into a sprint.

She heard the cackle again, this time angry and spiteful. Bellatrix was definitely there, though she couldn't tell whoever else might be there. It didn't matter, she ran through the throngs of people, prepared to fight if she had didn't dare look back, but she didn't hear footsteps anymore so she turned down the first alleyway that she found. She stopped for only a moment to catch her breath before disaparating, but it was enough.

Gloved hands grabbed hold of her and roughly, holding her in place and another hand clamped over her mouth as she attempted a blood curdling scream.

"Oh my," the rich familiar voice began, "such a predicament the pretty little mudblood has found herself in."

Hermione glared at the masked man, struggling against her captors.

"Our master well be very pleased that we have caught you. I can't wait to see what he has in store for you."

Her eyes went wide as the familiar silver snake head came into view and the wand pointed straight at her.

"Stupefy!"

Hermione woke up in a dark, musty room, unsure of where she was. She lay on a scratchy blanket in the corner of the room she was in.

She couldn't see much because of a lack of lighting.

Her body hurt and she wasn't sure if it was from the running, the way she was probably manhandled or...

"You're awake."

She looked around, but couldn't see who spoke.

"You're going to listen to me very closely, and you might just survive."