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Recap

The red head, offended by her audacity and distraught by the death of his brother begins to yell

"You'll allow it? ALLOW IT? you don't have a choice. You are the order's until we deem you useless. You hear me? You cost us good people… good witches and wizards and so you better make it worth it or so help me Merlin…"

Letting go of her arm

"-RON!"

"WHAT HARRY WHAT? We lost good people" voice breaking

"I lost Bill, Harry, my brother! And, Merlin, you lost Sirius! And for what? Because we tried to get some broad? Because she was suppose to be worth it? Look at her!"

"Come on Ron, we'll talk when the mission is finished"

Grabbing her arm once again

"Let's go"

12 Grimmauld Place

Molly was having a normal day- as normal a day could be in the midst of war- she attempted to tidy the decrepit household and hold off the wretched woman in the painting. She cooked, she mothered, and she made sure that everyone was cared for so when the boys came back with a girl in tow she couldn't help but fret for this young angel. She was beautiful in a plain way, her pale disposition and flawless face reminded Molly much of a Doll so when she collapsed Molly couldn't help but fret. Looking at the girl, she seemed familiar, like a distant memory that Molly could almost reach. Looking at the young girl again, Molly decided that the girl just had one of those faces.

When the girl looked up at her from her keeled position she jumped back in fright.

"R-r-Rachel? I thought you died? I can't… you can't… this can't"

Molly surprised at being called the name of her deceased elder sister she just calmly reached out to touch the young girls shoulder

"No, my dear. I'm Molly, Rachel was my sister"

Flinching at the red headed woman's attempt at contact, the brunette takes a step back attempting to withhold the tears threatening to fall from her honey eyes. Sensing her distress, Harry feeling that inexplicable urge once again stepped in between the two women and said to Molly, kindly.

"We have to take her to the Professor right away, his orders"

"Oh of course, my dear. When's everyone else coming home?"

"I'm sorry Molly, there's no one else"

Disturbed by the news Molly takes a step back

"Harry, dear, don't say that. You'll give this ol' woman a fright. Did they decide to leave you and Ron to finish it again? Tell me, I promise I won't be mad if they decided to go to the bar to celebrate again"

Turning to her son she sees the tears freely falling from his eyes and the slump his shoulder she takes another step back

"No!"

"Alastor?...Tonks?...Sirius?...B-B-Bill?"

Seeing each nod she turns her attention to the girl stepping forward until her forehead almost touched the small girls she exclaims

"What did you know? What did you do"?"

Before the girl could even consider a response, Harry yanks her toward the office on the third floor leaving Molly's son to deal with the crying woman.

Stopping at the oak door he opens it slowly and allows the girl to step into the room. Hesitantly she takes a step forward and looks at the only occupant in the room. Looking at the old man, she notices the aged man infront of her with his once ginger hair grayed with life and his cobalt blue eyes maintaining that infuriating twinkle. Knowing him she attempts to turn back and run and find Tom until she is blocked by Harry's broad stature.

Turning around once again the man speaks after several moments of silence.

"Why don't you sit here, dear"

"Don't call me that"

Tenderly sitting with her legs stanced forward and her back pin straight , ready to flee at any moment.

"Lemon drop?"

"No"

"Do you know why you're here ?"

"You had your sycophants kidnap me from my resting place and from Tom"

"Now, Now Hermione. That's not a very nice thing to say about the men who healed you"

Eyes blazing, she looks up sharply

"They wouldn't have had to heal me if their deranged leader didn't curse me in the first place"

"It was for the greater-"

"Good Yeah yeah whatever you codger. Give me my monologue and let me out"

"We need you"

"And for what reason as to why?"

"Because Tom is out of control"

"Who's fuckin fault is that?"

"Now-"

"The ends don't always justify the means Dumbly. And you fucked up"

"That's no way a lady should-"

"Fuck being a lady, and fuck you. I never cared for being a lady, you should remember that"

"Well-"

"And what the fuck did you do to Orion's Home? It literally looks how death feels"

"Could you please stop swear-"

Harry was shocked by the gumption of this woman. Dumbledore was a supremely powerful wizard and despite his light affiliation it would be stupid to anger the old man. But here this small 5'2 teenager was going off on him.

"And how did you get so fuckin old? You know what? I don't care. Tom will tell me. Mr. Potter if you could escort me out"

Feeling the persuasion once again he robotically goes for the door.

"Harry- no"

Pleadingly looking at the old man, Harry exclaims

"I can't help it, sir"

Hiding a smirk she struts forward passing the portrait of Walburga on the way to the stairs.

Seeing the lady the portrait remains silent for once and knees saying

"My lady"

"Rise Wally, there is no need to bow outside a formal event and at this time I'm a mere woman escaping her kidnappers"

"Yes ,my lady"

Running down the stairs she vaguely notices a gaggle of red heads huddled together near a clock in the living room on her way to the front door but as she opens the door she is confronted by an invisible barrier. Not yet feeling her magic at full strength she begins to bang on this barrier calling for Tom until Harry and Dumbledore catch up with her casting a "petrificus totalus" and levitating here towards the basement where she will be indefinitely tied to a chair forcing her to converse with Dumbledore.

Voldemort's fortress

"Sunshine! Mia!"

Her head looks up, tears still streaming down her face. Her mouth opens to speak but before a word can come out Harry lunges forward and grabs both Ron and "Mia" and apparates out to a nearby field just outside the fortresses realm of influence.

"Nooooooo!"

Grabbing his nearest minion he brings the man to his scaly countenance and hissing low and dark

"Get her now, find her or so help me Merlin you will wish there was a God"

Stalking out of the room, Voldemort goes to his chambers to think through the events. Mia was awake, his sunshine was awake. From his brief glimpse of her she seemed structurally sound, her previous ailment no longer affecting her. How those men got in was unacceptable though, and someone must be punished. Looking back at his security orbs that surrounded the fortress, the only mystery was what happened in Hermione's room. Because of her illness it would mean that any magic she'd be exposed to would send her into searing bouts of pain, whether light or dark. Fuckin' Dumbledore, pretending to be the leader of the light when in reality he used the darkest type of magic to have someone's own magic reject them. Her coma was to give them time, to allow him to find a cure so that she could regain her rightful place by his side and as the white queen to his dark king.

Sighing Voldemort was feeling more like Tom then ever, with Mia in her coma he hadn't been worried or restricted by her opinion and influence so he was able to reign with an iron fist. The only times he was vulnerable in his 50 year reign was when he would visit her in her little cove of light. Closing his eyes and letting a single tear fall, he gets up and begins plotting how to get her back.

The main question is whether her magic sensitivity is still intact. The idiot boys Apparated her out and because of the sheer stupidity as well as how the Order of the Phoenix emblem on their jackets it was easy to tell they were Dumbledore's men. And so not only did Dumbledore meddle some more in The their lives, he, knowing of her curse, either made her feel pain or tampered with her once again both which are unacceptable.

Hearing a timid knock on the door, Voldemort growled

"What!"

In walked Peter Pettigrew, the bastard rat.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"

"M-m-my lord, we have finished examining the scene and we thought you'd find our information interesting-g-g-g"

Glaring at him with his blood red eyes

"Fine, tell them to meet me in my throne room in no less than 12 minutes "

London, 1931

believed herself to be a good woman. She tried to give the children what they needed despite the meager allowance and the escalating situation regarding the war. But Tom Riddle was the devil incarnate. From a young age he never cried, he would just look at you with his dark blue eyes until you found out what he needed. But as he grew it was clear he was becoming more sinister. The other children in the orphanage were complaining about "freak" Tom and how he would bully them but it made no sense. He was only 5 and smaller than most of the children who were older, and there was never any evidence of any of their claims. Little Annie said that Tom had stolen her one of her toys but when went to investigate the toy was right on the girls bed. Bobby and Mo claimed that Tom had made the tree branch fall on them but when looked into it, not only did the tree seem to have no broken branches but the bruises the boys had looked minor at best with no allusions to major injuries through falling foliage. But despite the lack of evidence the old woman still felt something sinister from the boy. He showed no remorse when one of the girls found a dead bird on the steps, and when one of the girls nearly died by a particularly active dog. The boy would just watch on with an impassive indifference with the only tell being a despicable gleam in his eyes.

That was why when they got little Hermione Granger as their new orphan, she was shocked by the instant camaraderie between the devilish child and the angelic young girl. The girl had a sweet face, and an innocent expression. She knew her manners and was well aware of the tragic situation she was in. Little Miss Hermione Granger was actually Lady Hermione Granger. Her father, a high ranking general of the Allies, died in combat merely a year ago. Her mother a beautiful but insipid Jane Granger was murdered only a 2 months ago by a common purse snatcher right in front of poor Hermione. When given to her next of kin, her mother's brother, she was only a month into living at his residence when she was found in the closet half beaten and malnourished with cigarette burns and whip lashes criss crossing her back. The small girl was huddled in the corner and when the make police officer attempted to reach out his hand toward her she only flinched away. Her uncle had drunken himself into a stupor and because of his alcohol infused rage he was careless and left a window open for the neighbors to hear. Hearing the commotion the neighbors promptly called the police, only for them to arrive too late with Little Hermione burned and scarred and the Uncle choking on his own vomit.

sympathized greatly for the young girl, she was rich and yet left all alone. Her estates housekeepers attempted to gain custody of the young girl but because of the class difference and a few miscommunications she was left to the orphanage until she came of age and could fully inherit. After a few weeks at the local hospital the girl had arrived with her old nanny in a clearly expensive dress adorned with lace ruffles and pearls. The nanny and the girl were standing in the front atrium of the orphanage with the nanny whispering soft instructions to her young mistress. When approached them she was saddened by how the young girl flinched and hid behind the skirt of her nanny. Crouching down so she was eye level with the young girl

"Hi little miss, my name is and you're going to be living here with me and a few other children for a while okay?"

After some coercion from her nanny the little girl nodded and took 's outstretched hand.

Turning to her nanny one last time she hugged the skirts of the nanny and said in her sweet voice

"Goodbye nana, but don't cry. We'll see each other soon"

Running back to Mrs. Cole dragging the large suitcase behind her. It was adorably heartbreaking seeing the young girls determination.

Yes, the little girl was a gift from God to combat the curse of Tom Riddle from the Devil but despite the completely opposite behaviors they were the best of friends. When the older girls were picking on Hermione for her nice Knick knacks and dresses

After Hermione scolded them, Tom would scare them and make sure they stayed away. They would read together, making daily

trips to the local library, and they were the most charming and manipulative children if they wanted to be. The amount of times fell for Hermione's small shy smile or Tom's logical words were too many to count.

Yes, Tom and Hermione were staying together whether like it or not.

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