Disclaimer: I own nothing, it all belongs to the great J.K.R. though, as always, I would like to be able to take Severus and Lucius home whenever I wanted to.
Hey ya'll, remember in the Bohemian Vanity notes one chapter, I mentioned that I would post a possible first chapter to another story? Well, here it is!
This is a one shot for now, but I have two other chapters already written, if you think it is good enough to continue. FYI if I do continue, I will probobly have a beta.
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The Graveyard looked as it always did; dark and slightly depressing, just how he enjoyed it. Gravestones were scattered around all over the place, all bearing the same surname, Riddle. Some were blasted away and charred, evidence of the frequent meetings and numerous wizard duels. The air was cold as ice, as if death itself was preset at this meeting, but no one said a word. The Inner Circle was currently standing around the head stone of the Dark Lord's late father, watching as a new recruit was initiated.
The Dark Lord was standing over her, searching her mind, checking her loyalties as he did to everyone. Though he could not see her face behind her hood, he could tell she was nervous, and rightfully so. People like her were not brought into the Death Eaters often, and never had they been brought into the Inner Circle so readily, but she was unlike them. She was brilliant, she was calculating, she was connected, and most of all, she was a traitor. Those qualities far exceeded her unfortunate parentage, and so her blood was overlooked.
Severus' heart overflowed with pride as he saw the Dark Lord turn a pleasing eye onto her; she had passed his test. He could practically feel the relief flowing out of her. 'But, remember little one, it is not over yet.' He felt her tense up slightly as the Dark Lord gestured for her to pull up her left sleeve; she knew what was coming next.
Oh, how he wished he could look into her eyes right now, what she must be feeling! He knew she was expecting pain, he had warned her of it, of course, but knowing what will come is hardly comforting.
No one around the circle moved or made a sound as the smell of burning flesh filled the air, but surprisingly, no scream accompanied it. He looked once again at the Dark Lord and found him to be smiling, something that sent ice down Severus' back. It seems as though the Dark Lord was pleased with his new recruit's tolerance for pain.
Once the mark was clearly burned onto her forearm, she kissed the hem of the Dark Lord's robes once again and stood up, never lifting her head to his face. He watched as the Dark Lord tipped her chin up and offered her the mask, which he placed on her. Once the mask was secure, he pointed to an empty space between Severus and Lucius, which she quickly filled.
The Dark Lord once again returned to the head of the circle and clasped his hands together, successfully startling many of those gathered around. A cold laugh pierced the quiet night, and made everyone's blood run cold. "My Loyal Death Eaters; tonight is a night for celebration! We have a new recruit among us, one which will claim victory over Dumbledore and his mudblood loving order. While her parentage is less than pure, that will be overlooked, for her qualities far exceed her blood in this rare case. Now, we not only have another spy for the light, not only do we have another member of the infernal Order, but we now have the brain's behind the golden trio, we now have Harry Potter's confidant, we now have his Best Friend, the one he believes would never betray him, we now have Miss Hermione Granger."
The once silent group now began to mumble amongst themselves, apparently only a select few had been aware of who exactly had just been initiated. One brave soul, Avery, stepped out of the circle and bowed his head to the Dark Lord, and in a moment of apparent idiocy, called out, "But My Lord, she is a Mudblood!"
In a flash, a green light had shot through the dark night and hit the man square in the chest. He now lay on the ground, eyes wide open in what Severus supposed to be terror, but there were no emotions behind those eyes anymore. It seemed that Death actually had been lurking about that meeting. All eyes were once again focused on the Dark Lord, who was glaring at the corpse, a fire burning in his snake like eyes. He moved his gaze onto the other Death Eaters and with one look silenced whatever protests and objections they might have had towards the girl.
"Do any more of you have a problem with the girl's appointment?" The circle was silent as the other Death Eaters shook their heads. "Good. Now, as for her blood, I consider her as pure as the Malfoy's, for there is no Mudblood alive who would willingly turn from the Light, who would take so much enjoyment from torturing muggles, who would live for the excitement that killing brings. Now, as I said earlier, this is a night for celebration! I have received word that there is a large gathering of Muggles in London, celebrating one of their inane holidays, why don't we join them?"
The other Death Eaters smiled and began to apparate away towards London, but Severus and Hermione stayed behind upon the Dark Lord's request. Severus bowed his head as his Master approached looking quite pleased with the two of them. "Ah, Severus, you have done well by bringing her into our circle. Those who have doubted your loyalty will be punished."
Severus nodded, "Thank you My Lord."
"And you Girl, you will ensure a win for the Dark Side, for while Severus has little trust from the Light, they trust you fully, something which will prove to be a great asset to me."
Hermione nodded once more, "Thank you My Lord, you are to gracious, but there is something that I believe you should know."
The skin where his eyebrow would have been; raised in question, "What might that be?"
Hermione kept her head down and her voice wavered slightly as she spoke, "My Lord, I am aware that three years ago, you tried to gain the prophecy from the Department of Mysteries, so that you could be aware of what all it entailed. Dumbledore was the one who first heard the prophecy, and after it was destroyed, he told Harry. In turn, Harry told me, only me, the other members of the Order no nothing of what was said, which is why Severus knows nothing of it. My Lord, the part that you have not yet become aware of, is that there is only one person alive who would be able to rise against you, Harry Potter."
The Dark Lord did not speak for a few moments, and Severus was growing a bit worried, but finally, the silence was broken. "It would seem this boy is more of a thorn in my side than I originally thought. I am beginning to see, Girl, that I will not regret bringing you into the Circle. You two may return to Hogwarts, I wouldn't suggest joining in the fun, as I believe the Aurors have already been alerted and it would not do for my new recruit to be found out so quickly, now would it?"
With another cold smile and a pop, the Dark Lord was gone. Severus took off the silver mask covering his face and lowered his hood, turning to face the newest Death Eater. "Welcome to the Death Eaters, little one."
Hermione took off her mask and dropped her hood, letting out her waist length mass of chestnut curls, "Thank you Severus."
"Should we go back to school now?" Hermione nodded and he put his mask inside of his cloak, instructing her to do the same, and with a pop, they were outside the gates. Severus pulled out the invisibility cloak that Dumbledore had given him so that no wandering students would become aware of his nightly activities, and wrapped it around Himself and Hermione. They quietly walked through the castle until they had made it to the Dungeons, where Severus' rooms were hidden. They arrived at the picture of Salazar Slytherin and Severus slipped out of the invisibility cloak and quickly undid the numerous wards surrounding his room. The portrait swung open and they slipped inside before a wandering student spotted them. Severus quickly closed the portrait and put his wards back up. He turned back and walked over to his couch, passing by the girl, and sat down.
Hermione by that time and taken off the Invisibility Cloak and was now standing in the middle of the room, staring at Severus. He couldn't help but stare back at her; she looked incredible in the Death Eater robes. He knew that look that she was giving him; he had seen it many times before. He simply sat there as she walked slowly towards him; all the while undoing her robes so painfully slow. By the time she had gotten the bothersome robes off, she was standing in front of him. He smirked as she placed a leg on each side of his and sat on top of him. He could see the fresh mark still burning black, and he took up her left arm in his hands, slowly bringing it to his face. He slowly kissed the raw flesh, earning a hiss from Hermione.
He kissed it once more, "Does it still hurt?"
Her legs began to clench around his, an obvious sign of her enjoyment, as she spoke through clenched teeth, "Yes, very much."
He smirked once more as he ran his hand over the mark, now earning a slight moan from the girl, she was loving this. "You didn't scream when He applied the mark, I was quite impressed, as was the Dark Lord. Stronger men have passed out from the pain."
She pulled the arm out of his grasp and laid herself along the length of the couch, pulling him down with her. "Yes, Severus, but I am not a man, now am I?"
Severus let out a slight laugh, "No, my little one, you are not."
Hermione smiled and Severus took that as a cue. He lowered his head and began to bite his way down her neck, causing the girl underneath him to arch her back in pleasure. He felt her hands snake their way into his hair as she pulled his head down lower, directing him where she wanted to go. Severus smirked against her chest, "You know, Little One, this will be the only time I will allow you to do this." Hermione nodded quickly and pushed his head further down. Taking his cue, Severus continued his trek downwards.