I only own the
plot. A/N: This story was originally for an english project,
but in the end, I decided that I actually liked the basic story line.
So, I decided to modify it some, by changing the beginning to
something darker than it was originally, and rewriting the basic
plot. Hope you like it^^
The she cat stalked the demon in the darkness. Black fur glistening, yellow eyes gleaming as she circled her prey.
The darkness was so vast, encroaching on her territory. She hated it. All she could do now was fight or die. Fangs and claws bared, she lunged forward with a fearsome snarl.
She woke with a start, the black night greeting her. With a yawn, she turned over on her back and gazed out her skylight window. Her heart froze when she saw it.
The dark mark. Over her house.
Frantically, she grabbed her wand from her nightstand and ran down the stairs.
"Well," said a figure cloaked in darkness, "if it isn't Potter's mudblood. How nice of you to join us."
"Malfoy," she spat, recognizing the voice.
"We were going to spare you completely," said Lucius, revealing himself. "We thought it would have a nicer affect if we just killed your family, leaving you the sole survivor so you could wallow in misery. But since you've seen fit to join us, we might as well have some fun with you as well as your…charming family."
"You'll never get them," said Hermione, raising her wand.
"Oh, My Dear, you misunderstood me," he replied with a smile. "We aren't going to kill your family, we already have."
"No," whispered Hermione as the colour washed from her face. She ran to her parent's bedroom, Lucius trailing closely behind her. The sight that greeted her was a horrific one.
Blood, everywhere. On the walls, the floor, the bed. That was the worst-the bed, with her parent's bloodied bodies still laying there.
Bile rose in her throat and she turned from her room. Shoving past Lucius, she made her way to her baby sister's room. Maybe they had spared the two-week old. Maybe they had shown mercy to Abby.
They hadn't. The infant was dead, murdered in her sleep. Hermione cried out and turned back to the doorway, where Lucius stood, still wearing that goddamned smile.
"Expelliarmus," he murmured, seizing Hermione's wand. She glared hard at him, hatred consuming her. "Come now, don't look so mean. I thought it was rather pleasant. We even left her intact. Your parents, on the other hand-well, they should have known better than to produce such disgusting offspring.
"Well," he continued, still wearing the same gleaming smile, "there's nothing more to it. I suppose it's your turn now."
She saw a jet of blue light before being thrown into the wall and se fell to the ground.
"Crucio." It hit her in the chest, causing her to scream out in agony as Lucius stepped closer.
"This will be fun," he said as he peeled away his clothes. "You will hate it." He mounted her. "But for me, it will be even more fun than killing your entire family."
And it was at that moment that Hermione hardened herself. The love that had once dwelled so abundantly in her heart was replaced by hate. Hate for the death eaters, hate for Voldemort, but most of all, hate for Lucius. She would have her vengeance.
A/N: So, this is chapter one. Sorry it's so short, but they do get longer. I hope you enjoyed it! Remember to leave me a review and let me know what you think. Your feedback is important to me!
