"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided."

-Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Hermione cringed as her eyes slowly opened. Where was she? Her eyes traveled around the...room? It felt more like a closet if anything. There was a window, with a deep green moth eaten curtain that hung from a silver rod. The walls were a black marble while the floor was made of stone. There was a small desk tightly fitted into a corner next to a dresser. Along with the bed she was sitting on of course. How did she get here? She doesn't even remember when she got here. How long was she out? The questions just kept on coming. Her eyebrows scrunched in frustration while she tried to figure out her predicament.

The hair on top of her head fell into her eyes. Well this was new….silver hair, more like white. When she pushed her hair back into place she found that she had pale skin.

She jumped when the door slammed open and shut. The new comer had ink black hair and black eyes that could rip your soul apart, along with pale skin like hers. The boy studied her for a very long time. She inched away from him ever so slowly, and by instinct slowly reached towards her left pocket that faced away from his vision and pulled her wand out. "I wouldn't try anything if I were you." The boy warned while taking a few steps, and appeared in front of her face. He was even scarier up close.

Hermione held her breath while seeing what this boy would do. "She'd do perfect…." He said and trailed off while looking her over, his mouth went up into a smirk and took his wand, silently called over a magical object that acted like a prison. His family's ring. It was a thick gold band with a green emerald in the middle along with his family's crest engraved on it. Hermione watched with a curious eye as a light came out of the wooden stick, it swirled around her, making her nervous. She tried squirming free but the smoke kept her in place.

The world spun and spun until she no longer could stay awake.

"My lord… her appearance has been altered." Hermione struggled to sit up. She could see nothing, not a single thing. "Altered?" "Yes, my lord. Someone went to great lengths to keep her true form hidden." A loud muffled banging sound could be heard from the man who was tapping the prison she was in on his finger. "Do you know who this person would be?" Nothing was said for quite some time. But the silence was broken with a question. "Well?" He spat. "I know nothing else." She could hear the fear oozing from his voice. "My lord."

"I know you're hiding information from me, Malfoy." Tom sneered "Spit it out now." After a moment longer Hermione could hear the muffled screams.

The muffled screams of Abraxas Malfoy.