Disc~ Own: Four books, telling about Harry Potter, a brother and a sister, aka "da Slaves", a large pile of Started-But-Not-Written-FanFics, a horse (nah, that was just a joke). Doesnt' own: Harry Potter, anything what has to do with Harry Potter (Damn. Also Malfoy and Snape belongs to J.K.), a computer, some kind of homesite

Stopped whinning already?

Good.

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Chapter One
..Meant For Someone else, but Not For Me..
Hermione Granger didn't belong to the happier population of the school at the moment. The books were heavy, something stank really awfull and her back ached.

And the books she was carrying were not meant for her, but for someone else.

She truly loved the library, it was after all, her second home. Her territory.

But she really disliked the place when Tom sent her there.

It had all started with Ginnys death.

Yes,, Ginny Weasley was dead. Oh, of course people believed that she was alived, that the famous Harry Potter had saved her. But that wasn't true. That was just publicity that the Headmaster and the Ministry of Magic had wanted, a picture of a brave hero. A Golden Boy.

In their second year, Ginny died in the Chamber of Secrets and Tom Riddle became a young man, very much alive, again. He had apparated from the school grounds (a comlex Hermione still didn't know the answer to, according to Hogwarts: A History it wasn't possible) to some safe haven of his. When Harry had defeated Voldemort temporaly at their fourth year, Voldemort had dissapeared, and this new, young one had come out from the shadows.

After two years, Hogwarts had fallen.

On a sunny day in June, Death Eaters had stormed Hogwarts, killed almost half of the pupils along with almost all the teachers, and ensalved the others. It had been a bloody batle, or a blimey cool fight like Ron would had said.

The result of this was, that Hermine Granger, 17 years old, former Prefect, Know-It-All and Next-Head-Girl at Hogwarts, was forced to obey her Master.

Who just happened to bee Mr. Tom Riddle, alias Lord Voldemort.

If Ron would be alive, he would have started a fight or three with some Death Eater-scum, like Malfoy. At the mental image of Ron, rolling around at the floor fighting with Malfoy, tears threated to start flowing, but she fought the urge to sit down on the floor and cry like a little child. If someone saw her..

Hermione was alredy at the entrance to Tom's tower, the previous Headmasters Office.

And she was scared as fuck.

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A/N

*Sigh* no, I'm not going to start babbling about the tiny fact that this is my first fanFic, or the fact that I really need to imropve my grammar, or that this is a veeery short chapter.

Just give me twentyfive rewievs, and I continue.

And one last thing.

Don't in hte name Of-What-Ever-God-You-Worship, don't come complaining about my writing. This story is rated R for a very good reason.

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