Summary: After being betrayed by Harry and Ron, Hermione seeks revenge. But who would guess that she would make the perfect Dark Queen.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Author's Note: This is my first story, I hope people like it. If they don't, I don't care. Flames can come. And characters might be OOC.

Dark Queen

Prologue- End of 6th year

"Hey guys," a bushy haried girl greeted her two best friends since first year at the breakfast table. Today was the last day of the 6th year at Hogwarts. Ron and Harry shared a look. Hermione was about to take a between them when a red haired girl pushed her down.

"Ahh!" she shouted when she hit the hard wooded floor. Gazing up at Ginny, she wondered why she would do that. "Ginny?" she questioned. The green eyed girl looked down, her eyes filled with hatred.

"What mudblood?" she snarled. Tears were filling the chocolate pools of Hermione's eyes. The four students didn't realize that the Great Hall was now slient and all eyes were on them.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked.

"I'm putting you where you belong," Ginny simply answered turing back to her food.

Dusting herself off, she looked at Ron and Harry for answers. "Harry?"

The boy-who-lived simply started at her. "The only reason why we kept you around was to get answers. And now we don't need your uses. Get away from me I can't be exposed to a whore like you."

Next was Ron, who stood in front of her with wand aimed stright at her. "I think he said get away." Pain shot through Hermione's body when the curse hit her string in the chest. Harry and Ginny joined Ron throwing curses at their ex-best friend.

Lying there on the ground crying, weak was Hermione Jane Granger until Dumbledore came in.

"STOP!" he shouted. Walking down to the fallen girl, he called Draco. "Mr. Malfoy!" The blond Slytherin boy came forward. "Please lift Miss. Granger." Not wanting to argue the boy complied but having a bit trouble.

Hermione didn't want any contact. Slient tears were still driping down her face. "Miss Granger," the headmaster said quitely. "Please let Mr. Malfoy carry you." Glancing at Dumbledore to make sure he could, Draco rearched out again only for her to disappear, and then reappear a few feet away.

Everyone in the Great Hall gasped. Nobody, unless very powerful could move their body even if it was only a few feet. Apparting was what witches and wizards could do but this was a different kind of magic.

"I was afraid this would come," Dumbledore whispered, the twinkle in his eyes gone. "You will need some luck Harry Potter." He quitely admitted not meaning for him to hear him.

"What do yo mean Professor?" Harry asked him.

"Nevermind," Dumbledore said moving towards the exit of the Great Hall. "Mr. Malfoy please carry Miss Granger to the hospital wing." The boy looked questionaly at the girl, who was still crying. "Don't worry she will let you touch her. But be gentle."

Picking Hermione up bridal style with much ease, he made his way out of the Great Hall following Dumbledore, leaving three people utterly confused. When the doors closed, the Great Hall erupted with whispers of tables talking about what just happened.

"What do you think we should do?" Ginny asked later in the common room, getting ready to leave Hogwarts.

"I think we should talk to Hermione." Ron replied. With all his learning at Hogwarts he was still not that bright. Ginny and Harry slaped him, "Ow!"

"We can't do that. We did horrible things to her. And we still don't need her," said the red haired girl. The two boys nodded their heads in agreement.

Back in the hospital wing, a young girl was lying on a bed resting.

Or so it seemed…

Hemione started trashing trying to stop the pain that was being envolked within her. Everything in her dream was repeating over and over again of what her friends did to her. Snapping into a sitting position, Hermione only had one thought in her mind,

Why?

Thinking more and more about the subject at hand, she was overcome with pain, betrayal, and hatred. But for some reason Hermione could not stop the tears.

Dumbledore walked into the room, only to go flying out. Deciding not to go back in, he gazed into the window.

Things were being blown around, and he could see Hermione's brown bushy hair turning slick black. Coming across her face, anyone could see the pure raw emotion.

The wind was getting stronger, and in a flash she was gone. But with all those tears in her eyes, nobody noticed a spark of red in her chocolate pools…