Prologue

It Will Be Done

It was September 26th. On a dark road streetlamps were lit, sending pools of halo-white to the inky blackness. A man in a black robe pulled his hood to further conceal his face. Not that anyone would recognize him, as he would never step onto such a street if he had not been given strict orders.

Lord Voldemort stood from behind the heavy desk as his snake, Nagini curled over his shoulders. He ran a long finger down between her eyes, but his were set on the man bowed before him. "I trust this meeting will stay within these walls?"

"Yes, my Lord."

He stopped in front of a two-story house with a neatly mowed lawn. He sneered at the neat roses that lined in front of the porch. In his disgust with his task, he set them on fire as he passed. The fire burned brighter than any of the lamps.

"There was a prophecy. I have a job for you."

"It would be an honor to serve you."

He unlocked the door, and slipped inside. How easy it was to penetrate muggle devices. It was as though they were asking for more powerful people to come in and do what they will. He would enjoy this part of the request the most. It was the next two decades that were going to be the hardest. He thought he would rather die than do such a task, but when it came down to it, it was not true.

"A mudblood has been born. This baby is destined to be the brightest Witch of her age. This makes her the most dangerous, and I wish for her to be taken care of."

"We will kill her, Lord."

"Don't be quick to presume what I'd like, Malfoy. I do not wish for you to kill her. I want the opposite."

The house was clean and organized. There were a pile of storybooks on the coffee table, and pictures of the happy family on the mantle of the fireplace. He walked upstairs and checked the nearest room where he found a muggle man and woman in bed, asleep. That was a shame, he preferred his victims to be awake, to see their horror-stricken visages.

"Kill the parents, and take the mudblood from her home." Lord Voldemort smiled, cruel, twisting, and calculating.

"Avada Kadavra." Green light blinded his vision as he killed the father. "Avada Kadavra." He left the room to search for the baby.

In the next room there were stuffed animals about, more books tidied in a small child's bookcase. In the cob was a pink bundle, a bald baby girl sleeping soundly, unaware that her parents had been killed.

"Raise her as your daughter. This is the utmost importance. There is no greater task. She must be raised in our midst. She will come in use... Try to pretend she is your seed. If you shall fail..." Lord Voldemort caressed his wand. "I am sure I do not have to inform you of the consequences."

He was in disgust that he had to raise someone of no magical blood, to pass off a mudblood as his own. It made him feel filthy, but he picked up the girl, and cradled her in his arms.

He bowed once more. "It will be done, my Lord. I will not fail you."

His wife didn't want a daughter. Neither did he, but there she was. Within seconds of her short life, she had lost her parents, gained new ones, and the Wizarding world rested on her tiny shoulders. She had no idea what laid in store for her.

"I do not want our son to be mixed in with that sort!"

"Narcissa..."

"Lucius, this is unacceptable!

"It is the highest priority and honor. We must do this. She is not to know. This girl is a tool. We use her to fulfill the Dark Lord's wishes."

Lucius Malfoy strolled out of the house, the baby girl in his arms.

"Lord, may I ask what her name is?"

"Hermione Granger."

A/N: IMPORTANT! This story has a touchy subject line which I am sure many of you can guess. If it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read. Writing this story does not mean I condone anything here. It is for enjoyment only.

As you may know, this story was almost not posted. For the first time, my story was read by someone else prior to posting. Thanks goes out to The Amyrlin Seat for that, and giving her thumbs up.