Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, this is simply a fan story.

A/N - This story was beta read by "Bola".


Chapter One

Destroying Hermione Granger

Voldemort sat in his high backed chair at Malfoy Manor thinking hard. He had to think of a plan to kill Harry Potter. He then turned his gaze to scan the room before him.

A man with very light brown hair was just leaving the room. He had come to speak to Voldemort about a particular potion he had just made. A potion that put its drinker to sleep and brought dreams so realistic that if the drinker ever woke, they would believe that all they had dreamed had been real. In addition, if, and when, they ever found their dreams to be false, their mind would go insane trying to separate what was real, and what was not.

Voldemort's eyes rested on a shock of white hair on the other side of the room. As though Voldemort had called the white haired man's name out, he approached, but was very silent.

After a moment of silence that was thick with unspoken words, Voldemort spoke his command, short and simple, "Bring Draco to me, Lucius."

The man bowed and left the room without a word uttered as to whether he would obey. Voldemort already knew where the loyalties of Lucius Malfoy laid. He would obey him; without question.

Moments passed and Lucius re-entered with his white haired son trailing close behind him looking fairly calm. Voldemort, though, could see the utter terror that bubbled just beneath the surface.

Lucius stiffly shoved his son towards Voldemort; he bowed low, and then stood rigidly straight, his eyes locked on Voldemort.

Voldemort stayed silent for a long time, thinking, and re-thinking about whether or not this boy would be able to provide him with the answers, or answer, that he needed.

"Harry Potter."

Draco's body jolted a bit, obviously he hadn't been expecting Voldemort to speak. He then blinked slowly, twice, and then responded, "Yes, sir? What about Harry Potter?"

Simply by the way Draco spoke the first name, Voldemort knew it was something he wasn't used to. Voldemort didn't know why, but he seemed to take note of such things. He supposed, in this particular case, it was because it gave him insight into Draco's thought of Harry Potter.

"What are your thoughts on him?"

Draco swallowed hard, and then spoke as sweat broke out on his forehead, "He's a teenager, but is only as smart as a child about things in the wizarding world. He thinks he is much better than he is, and flaunts his fame."

Voldemort mulled over this info, "You lie to me?"

Draco froze, "Lie, sir?"

"I have previously been told that Harry Potter isn't inclined to the spotlight of fame," Voldemort spoke slowly, allowing a rare moment of patience.

"At first that was the truth, sir," Draco spoke. His body seemed to relax, almost happy that he could correct information for Voldemort, "But during the last school year, he seemed to be enjoying the fame, or at least the female crowd his fame seemed to attract."

Voldemort nodded slowly, accepting this information as the truth; he saw no falsehood in the young man's eyes, "Anything else?"

Draco took a moment to turn his thoughts over in his head, "I believe that the majority of his more recent fame is misplaced."

Voldemort met Draco's eyes at this, "Really? What makes you say that?"

"He never figures anything out for himself," Draco said, "And I'm sure that all the things he does is all planned by another person."

Voldemort waited a moment, thinking, and then the obvious dawned on him, and he pushed the information from his mind, "We all are aware that Albus Dumbledore sets Harry Potter's plans out for him. Leave."

Draco's face took on a mixed look of confusion and shock before his father grabbed him to throw him from the room.

Voldemort had caught the expression and got to his feet, "Is it someone else who aids Harry Potter more than Albus Dumbledore?"

Draco's father released him, and Draco turned to face Voldemort, and he nodded once, "Yes."

"Tell me, who is this person?"

"Hermione Granger, sir."

The people in the room, who had been talking quieter since the start of Voldemort and Draco's conversation, now stopped talking altogether. They all knew who Hermione Granger was; she was the mudblood.

Voldemort swivelled around, and took placid steps until he reached the wall, and he stared at it as though a plan was appearing on it.

"What do you know about this Hermione Granger? Do you know her weakness?" Voldemort asked his mind on fire with possibilities, "Anything at all. Is there anything that scares her? Tell me everything you know about her."

"Well, her greatest fear seems to be a failing grade, according to the boggart she had to face," Draco said recalling when he watched Granger during the third year Defence Against The Dark Arts come screaming out of the box that contained the boggart saying 'she said I failed'.

Draco went on to speak of her extra strong ties to three specific people.

"Three?"

"Yes, sir, there is Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Ginny Weasley."

Voldemort took half a second to absorb this information as useless, "Continue."

"Um, I do recall her proclaiming her greatest weakness to her group of people, but it's silly."

Voldemort finally turned, "What was it?"

"Well, she said that it was 'love', sir," Malfoy said, his eyes revealing that he would've laughed had he not been in the presence of such high power.

"Such a silly thing," Voldemort said, turning back to the wall a furious expression on his face, "Love; only a fool would lose themselves to it. There is no way to use love to make her incapable of aiding Harry Potter."

"Actually, it's sort of happened before," Draco spoke up, Voldemort's body turned quickly to gaze at him.

"It's happened before?" Voldemort asked.

Draco nodded, and then shrugged, "Sort of. I remember it being all over the school about her breaking up with Victor Krum, then in class when I saw her she spent more time trying not to cry than doing anything else. She couldn't even focus enough to pay attention to the multitude of things Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were speaking to her about, including you, sir."

Voldemort thought for only a moment before he devised a scheme about how to destroy Hermione Granger by using the foolish emotion of love.

A/N - This story was beta read by "Bola".