Her Knights

Lady Countryrose

Ch. 1

It was sixth year. Hermione was hiding behind a pillar. After hearing that Death Eaters had entered Hogwarts. She was told by Professor Snape that she needed to hide. Stating that the Dark Lord was looking for her.

'Why should I hide, when he's after Harry?'

Hermione glanced around, believing that it was clear and ran across the ground of the school. She had seen a few of her teachers had gone down from a stray spell or two. She had found her charms teacher on the ground. Gasping for air, while Luna was standing near him.

"Hermione," the Ravenclaw friend spoke in her whimsical sounding voice. "Death Eaters are in the school. You should hide, Hermione."

"Why," the bookworm growled. "There are other things that I rather do than hiding, Luna." She glanced around. "Like protecting others…"

"That may be true, Hermione. But they're looking for you." Her eyes became dark.

It was scaring Hermione because she had never seen her friend become angry. She was never that sort of person. She had never shown much emotion, maybe determination. But never angry.

"What do you know, Luna?" Hermione hated that the small Ravenclaw knew something that she didn't. She knew that it had something to do with the 'other worldly' type knowledge.

"Just go, Hermione," Luna growled.

"I won't…." Just as she was going to argue some more. A spell came at them, blasting them away from the wall that was preventing them from being seen.

She felt rough hands picking her up. "I had told you to hide, you stupid girl." There was only one person, whoever calls her that. Professor Snape. Sure enough, after she was able to open her eyes. She was seeing him glaring at her.

"Uncle," cried out a voice that she hating to hear. Ever since Harry had asked her and Ron to follow him. Believing that he was a Death Eater. 'I guess he was right,' after seeing some Death Eaters behind Draco Malfoy. "Why are you picking up a mudblood? More importantly, why HER!"

"There are things in this world that even you, don't know about." Severus Snape glared at the young boy, before casting a Petrificus Totalus at Hermione's body. Then cast a Levitation Charm on her body, for her to follow him. "Just know that the Dark Lord has plans for her."

It was enough to silence Draco, as his eyes followed after Hermione in her frozen state. As he heard his craze aunt behind him. "I don't see why, we shouldn't have a bit of fun, Severus?"

"Do you really want to anger the Dark Lord? When he wanted us back...as soon as possible." The dark potions professor turned to the crazed curly haired witch with a glare. "Because I don't want to have Potter to find a reason to take Granger off our hands. Before our Lord wants to have...a chat with her."

Hermione could tell from where she was that the Lestrange woman was having a hard time. Following orders, even if was a fellow Death Eater. When they had come from her precious Dark Lord. She knew she should be scared about facing such a man. But she was finding out that...she just simply didn't care.

'As long as Harry is safe.' It was the only words that kept running through her head.

As the group made their way across the castle. She saw that the Lestrange woman was destroying everything in her path. Windows, tables, and anything else that was simply in her way. She had even blown up Hagrid's hut, as soon as they made their way down the hill.

Once they had reached the outer gates of Hogwarts. Severus canceled all of his spells that he had on Hermione. Before grabbing her hand and twist them out of existence. Before they found themselves in a dark gloomy manor. It was where she fell onto her hands and knees, trying to breathe.

"Get on your feet, girl," growled Severus. Picking her up to where he led her towards the house. Just as the rest of the Death Eaters that came from Hogwarts, were following right after. "I've warned you…"

"Why," she gasped softly. "Why does he want me," she asked in whispered tones. Knowing that the others would harm her if they had heard her. She had known for years that Severus Snape was a double agent.

"No idea," he stated softly. He glanced into her eyes. "You're on your own…"

She knew that it wasn't a threat, it was a fact. He wasn't going to help her. She closed her eyes, allowing a sigh to leave her lips. She was mentally kicking herself for not listening. When she knew that he was the one that never lies about anything. When it had come to warnings. 'I just wanted to help…'

As they entered through the door, they were faced with a wild looking Lucius Malfoy. His eyes looked fearful. He glanced around to where he saw his son. Before rushing towards him to wrap his arm around him, guiding him away from the others.

"Did you...do what you were told," asked the elder of the Malfoys.

"No…," stated the Lestrange woman with a heated glare in her eyes. "Severus...did the work for him." She walked towards the blonde male, shoving her shoulder into his. "I don't see what our Lord sees in you, Lucius. If Cissy wasn't married to you, I would have killed Draco myself!"

"Bella that's enough," called out a female voice. "You will not voice such things in my house!"

"Sorry, Cissy," Bella glanced at the two-tone haired woman. "I didn't mean anything of it."

"Excuse me for interrupting this squoval," drawn out Severus. Seeing that he had everyone's focus. "Where can we find the Dark Lord?"

Lucius glared towards him, "Where do you think he is? He's in the massive dining hall, waiting for your return…" Then he glanced towards Hermione with a harsh look. "...with Miss Granger."

Severus gave a hiss, before dragging Hermione across the house. Knowing that the rest of the Death Eaters were following right after them. She noticed the floors were made of dark marble. While the walls were covered with sage color paint, with dull gold trim.

Hermione felt numb. Not really knowing what to feel. She knew that she should feel scared, but for some reason. She felt nothing.

When they entered the dining room. She noticed that the whole room was holding a very long table with a bunch of chairs. It had even had its own fireplace. At one end, she noticed a man with a snake-like face. 'No wonder Harry had described him like that…'

"Miss Granger," called out the man before them. "Come...sit by me…" She really didn't have a choice. Because Severus dragged her closer to him and shoving her into a chair that happened to be right next to him. Severus was about to raise his wand when he was stopped. "I don't think we'll need that, Severus. You see, my daughter will be having her memories back in a moment."

"WHAT?!" It wasn't just Hermione who had yelled that out. It was mainly many of the Death Eaters that were rushing into the dining room. Hoping to see him harming a mudblood.

"Well," his eyes gleamed for a moment. "I guess the cat is out of the bag," before he waved his wand over Hermione. Causing her to jerk back into her seat, screaming. After a moment of pain had left her body, Voldemort gave a harsh smirk before facing his followers. "Ladies and gentlemen. I like for you to meet my daughter...Hermione Victoria Selwyn-Riddle."

"My lord," asked Lucius as he walked towards the pair. Where he stood behind a seat across from Hermione. "Why didn't you...tell us about your daughter?"

Hermione huffed as many images were running through her head. Images of a man...who memory states were her father. She closed her eyes as she leaned onto the table, as she grabbed her head with her hands. Hissing as she tried to rub a headache that she had.

Voldemort gave his follower a harsh glare. "Why should I tell you anything, Lucius? It was your father's idea that I threw my daughter through time...to a place and time that I didn't know where to find her." He glanced at the young woman beside him. "It was to protect her...incase our side had a fallout and I didn't want Dumbledore to use her against me…"

He then glanced towards Severus. "Don't you have something that...will help with her headache. I can only imagine...it feeling harsh at this moment."

"You have no idea," hissed Hermione. "Try having a house shoving into your brain."

Severus sighed before reaching into his robe, pulling out a vial before placing it into her hand. She took it without question. After a few minutes of wait time, she knew what she took. "Thanks for the Calming Draught, professor."

"Are you feeling better, daughter?"

Hermione pulled herself back in her seat. She glanced towards the snake man with a slight smile. "Hi Daddddy," she gave a false sweet cheerful voice. Causing many to shiver where they stood. Her eyes glared towards the man, as she spoke in harsh tones. "What the HELL?!"

The man chuckled darkly, his red eyes flashed with humor. Something that none have seen before. "I see that you're feeling well."

"You sent me to live with muggles. What the bloody hell and you're the one who wants to kill muggleborns. You know…," she gave a hiss towards the man before her. "...some of your Death Eaters nearly killed me!"

"When was this," he asked kindly.

"At the Department of Mysteries!" She waved her hands about. "Where you came and tried to kill Harry!"

Lucius stepped away from the newly acquainted family. Seeing that he didn't want any part of the hexing fest that they may have.

"Who," growled Voldemort. Everyone in the room stepped back, all except for Severus Snape. Who wasn't anywhere near the place that night. The Dark Lord then turned towards the Hogwarts' professor. "Do you know what happened?"

"She was hit with a purple flame…." Before Severus could finish his answer. Voldemort lashed out and hit Antonin Dolohov with a torture curse. As his focus was still on Antonin, he asked, "Anything else?!"

"No," stated Hermione in a small voice. "I had already hit Draco for calling mudblood too many times…"

It was then that Voldemort had stopped the curse before facing his daughter. "What, now?" He glanced towards the young Malfoy, who shivered where he stood. He looked into the boy's head for a moment and saw the memory and started laughing. "Wow, what form you had…"

Hermione gave the snake man a thoughtful look. "Why have you brought me here," she asked kindly. She knew that she had no power. None at all, not when it came to the madman before her.

"I asked you here, so I can send you to the seventies. Where you could have gone to school...with Severus Snape…"

"You mean," she asked with wonder in her eyes. "I would have gone to school, with Harry's parents and their friends?"

Voldemort sighed, as he fell back into his own seat with a huff. "Why do I have a feeling you're going to destroy my plans…?" He gave her a soft glare. "What will you do, if I sent you back?"

"No war," she stated harshly. "Life is too precious, every life when it comes to magic," she stated with heat in her voice and eyes. "Every LIFE counts, regardless HOW you VIEW IT!"

"Girl," growled Severus softly in her ear. "Don't press your luck."

"Why did you want to rid the magical world of muggleborns? I hope it isn't because of your life outside of Hogwarts?" She had enough sense to not disclose his time in the orphanage.

"It is," he stated calmly.

Hermione sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. "Sometimes I wish I was Minister of Magic and set up a program for magical based muggle children. Where they are able to learn about the magical world before coming to Hogwarts. Where they can learn about the costumes and other things…"

"Like a prehistory class," asked the snake man. "Even a book about such things would help too." He had gotten to his feet and started pacing the room. Back and forth, as he looked to be deep in thought. "We could even have a family sponsorship for muggle raised children…"

Severus leaned down to Hermione. "What have you done, Miss Granger?"

She glanced up towards her old professor with a smirk. "I'm not really her...am I?" He gave her a thoughtful look. She huffed softly, "I'm not really anyone at this moment either."

"In that case...Miss Hermione. I think you may be able to stop the war…" They glanced towards the dark wizard. "...before it even started." He took a deep breath. "You know, Dumbledore was looking for you. Hoping that you would be the key to stopping all of this."

"At what cost," she asked softly. Hermione turned to where she could see her teacher's dark eyes. "Tell me professor...in what way would the headmaster would have used me?"

"Sadly...whatever would have taken for your father...to stop."

Hermione nodded, it was what she had expected from the headmaster to do. She was not on her father's side...no she wasn't even on the headmaster's side either. She was on the side of life...nothing more and nothing less. It was one of the things that she would always fight for. Even if it met for the battlefield to be split in three ways. She would have found a way to win.

Voldemort huffed as he stopped his pacing to stand before Hermione. "You have many counterclaims to my...vision of the future Hermione." His voice was deep, showing that he had thought through many points of where she could excel in her own plans. "Once I send you back to your...proper time. You're going to have to win your declarations with me there."

He took a deep breath. "Give me a few days and I will provide you some...memories of my own to help you. Who else but me...could help you in this?" He glanced around. "For the moment, you're going to stay here at Malfoy Manor! You're going to be rooming in a room close to my own!" He turned to Lucius. "Make it so," he growled out to the blonde man.

"As you wish, my lord." Lucius then turned from the room, taking his family with him.

Hermione glanced towards the man, who fathered her. "Can you tell me, where is my mother?"

"Alexandra Selwyn was a beautiful intelligent woman," his eyes went out of focus. As his thoughts went back to the days of old. "She died...giving birth to you. Her last wish...was to see that you have a bright future."

Bella grumbled in the background. "How can we trust that this filthy mudblood is even his daughter?"

Without so much as a warning, the crazed woman was down with a torture curse. "HOW DARE YOU! My daughter is much more than that, Bella!" He laughed at her screams because he was putting much more than just his level of hate in his curse. When he waved his wand to stop, hearing gasping breaths of the woman. He sneered at her. "I hope I don't hear such things from you again, Bella. Not when it comes to my daughter."

"My lord," she quivered out, as she crawled towards him. "Please...have mercy on me!" As she was making her way towards his feet, he stepped away from her. "I was only...watching out for you."

Voldemort cursed her some more. Enjoying the sound of her screams. He stopped after a minute, hearing her gasping some more. "For your sake Bella. I do hope you've learned your lesson." He then turned to the rest of his Death Eaters. "ANYONE ELSE wants to TEST ME?!"

When he had gotten no answer in response, he turned towards Hermione. "Come, daughter. We have a lot to discuss, you too Severus. Might as well make some use for you too," he stated darkly, as he led them out of the room.

Hermione followed, not really wanting to be left behind with his crazed followers. Even though that Bella Lestrange had been tortured for her...bad language against her. She really didn't want to see anyone trying to hurt her, without her father being in the same room. It was something in the back of her head that told her. 'He will protect you…' So she had to believe in what that part of telling her. She had no other protection...even her professor had stated that he wouldn't do so. Not without his master telling him.

As they made their way up, floor by floor. She realized that they were making their up into a tower. She gave her 'father' a look of concern.

"Don't worry, Hermione," he stated calmly. "We're going up to the Northwestern tower. It is where I like to be...I don't like surprises. I'm even able to Apparate anywhere in Malfoy Manor. But from up here, I'm able to get away faster."

He turned towards her. "There are four rooms in the tower. Since I'm on the topmost room, you'll be the one next to it." He then glanced towards Severus. "He's right next to you, knowing I needed him close by. In case you...had memory issues. Like the headache that you had."

"What are your plans," she stated with a bit of heat. "You never really told me."

The Dark Lord glared towards her, showing her that he was in charge. "Well, I'll have you know. When you face the seventies, you'll be marrying into a family that I've picked for you." Hermione glared at him, causing him to laugh. "You can't fight from this, daughter. He is well suited to you. Plus...he'll even be your secret bodyguard while in the castle."

Hermione's eyebrows raised, was she really listening to him? She was having issues of understanding the mindset of the madman before her. "Who is he?"

"Erik Prince, Severus's cousin…" The Dark Lord glanced towards Severus. Also causing Hermione to do the same. Which she saw a surprised look on his face. "Wasn't he a year older than you, Severus?"

"Yes and in Ravenclaw, if I remember right," he stated darkly. He shivered. "My mother was not pleased to have heard that he wasn't in Slytherin."

"Speaking of which," stated Voldemort with a harsh look. "You WILL go into Slytherin! I wouldn't have my daughter in any other house of that!"

"No," stated Hermione calmly. Which got her a hiss from the man. "I'll be sorted into any house that the HAT says...father!" When she saw that he was about to open his mouth. "Its that...or I don't go…"

"Fine," he glared. "You do have a point, the hat says what it says." He shook his head. "If not Slytherin, I do hope for Ravenclaw…" His eyes gave a harsh look. "Your own mother was in Ravenclaw…"

The young woman sighed, she could see the bipolar attitude of the man. She just hoped that she didn't get it. It was hard to hold onto her anger at times. But she hoped she wasn't that scary.

"Anything else I should know...about Erik?"

"Yes," her 'father' chuckled. "He is an animagus," his eyes flashed with glee. Causing her to become a bit worried about what she should find out. "He turns into a cobra. He's magick his hair and eyes to stand out...he didn't want to look like his father."

Hermione glanced at her old professor with a glance. He sighed, "Erik...is his own man as one would say." He shook his head. "He enjoys the thrill of wanting to be different than anyone else. He hated being compared to his father, Ellet Prince."

She smiled, "Does everyone in the Prince family have an 'E' in their name?"

Severus glared, "Just my mother, my uncle, and my cousin." He shook his head. "I don't know what that family was thinking about the usage of 'E'."

"Tradition has its uses," stated Voldemort. He led them to the very top of the tower, before leading them into his room. Where everyone sat around the fireplace. "Now what you need to know, Hermione is that Erik will take care of you."

She shivered, not really knowing in what way he was telling her. "He's not going to kill me, is he?"

"No," glared Voldemort. "I know we had our...differences. But please trust me that I will not have anyone harming you...not anymore. Erik...he's his own person but he will protect you. He had even voiced this to me...at least in the past before you show up."

"So you...know that I'll survive the journey?"

"That's all I know at this time because you'll be creating a new timeline from the moment you show up." He closed his eyes, growling. "I just hate to admit that your presence will be the 'greater good' as Dumbledore has stated many times. You'll be the one to prevent wars from happening…"

"Good," stated Hermione with a genuine smile on her lips. "I'm glad to hear it...father." She glanced around. "When and where do I show up? Do I go to Hogwarts…?"

"No, you'll come here to Malfoy Manor. To this very room, where I'll meet you. From there, you'll meet your husband-to-be before facing the headmaster." He gave her a thoughtful glance. "You may find...that you may not like him...once you see him."

Hermione nodded, "Because you're going to come with me, aren't you?"

"Yes, for obvious reasons. I'm your father and through me, you can't go to Hogwarts without him knowing you're my child. He'll even try to use you to get to me. I'll even have some...students to watch over you, while in school."

"You know, he's going to have his own assigned students to do the same...right?"

"I haven't really thought about that," he stated with a thoughtful look. Then he smiled, "You think it's Pettigrew's group, don't you?"

"I wouldn't mind if it was, as long as they don't harm me." Hermione didn't think that they would. But knowing what she knew about Sirius Black from stories and James Potter. It was a possibility that they might harm her. Just because of her being Lord Voldemort's daughter.

Severus nodded, "I'll stay as close as you need me." His tone told another story, which Hermione could not imagine what that could be. "Lucky for you, I have a variety of potions in my room."

"Excellent Severus, as always." Voldemort had given a weary sigh. "You two should be off. I'll get my thoughts together and get them to you." He gave her a thoughtful smile. "I'll see you in the morning."

Hermione and Severus had gotten up and left the room. He led her to her own room and pushed her in. Giving her a glare for him to speak.

"I'm also going to give you my memories for you give my younger self," he stated with a slight growl. "Now...tell me which side are you really on," he hissed.

"Life… I'm on the side of life, professor." She gave him a harsh glare. "I wasn't lying about that, sir."

"Good," he had a harsh sounding purr. At least it sounded that way to her. "I'm just down the stair if you need anything. Otherwise, I'll see you in the morning."

"Yes...sir." As soon as Professor Snape had left the room, she had let out a massive sigh. "Now I know what he feels like at times. It's nothing short of exhausting."

She didn't bother with changing out of her clothes. Except to pull her shoes off and flopped on the bed. She didn't even felt like crawling in between the sheets.

As soon as she was about to close her eyes. Hermione heard someone coming through the door, as it squeaked open. She raised her head enough to see who it was and saw the last person she ever wanted to talk to. She allowed her head to fall back down, letting out a groan.

"You're the last person I wanted to talk to, princess." The young-sounding man huffed. "But my father wanted to pass something off to you."

Hermione picked herself up and moved to the edge of the bed to see him. "What do you want, Draco?"

He handed over a small looking leather backpack. Inside she saw vials of white whimsical liquid inside, memories with initials of 'LM' on them. As well as a dark green journal with a silver snake on it.

She glanced up to look into his eyes. "What are they about?"

"My father giving himself a pep talk about protecting you for his lord's benefit…"

Hermione gave him a small nod. She understood. Voldemort was his father's lord, not his.

"Goodnight….Draco." He gave her a nod of his own before leaving the room. Allowing her to fall asleep, like she had planned.