The look on his face was priceless, Hermione Granger, Greatest witch ever to attend Hogwarts, Ex-charms apprentice, muggleborn. asking to join the Death eaters. Well now, things like that didn't happen just every day. There were many reasons why he should have just walked away from her, after all she had been a child when the war had happened.

Although, he thought, looking at her, this damaged, difficult, woman was not the same little girl he had taught all those years ago. She was just like him, a casualty from a war that was over before it began. He thought of the supposed hero's of the war, Dumbledore, Potter, Weasley, Granger. All of them seemed to have fallen from grace, in different ways. Obviously Granger, was as bitter as he was of the turn of events. He had always since he was cast aside by Dumbledore, for ease , felt a strong hatred to the Ex-Fatherly figure. Every scar he had had to face from his spying days, still shone white on his body. If she wanted to fight, get revenge like he did than , god's he would let her.

"I shall take you to him, If that is what you truly wish?"

He said, as a final question. A part of him hoped she would run through the door and never look back and go back to where ever she came from. The other part of him, a very small part, longed for some human company, rather than the company of monsters he was used to. That was one thing he was certain of, Hermione granger was not a monster, just a sad example of what can happen to those of us that get left behind.

"Yes. This is what I wish."

She said plainly, amazed that he was doing this for her. If she had still been, the child she had been at the start of the war she would have cursed him where he sat. But she was not. She was hungry for power, hungry for salvation. She would avenge those who had cast her aside for someone better. She had been used 1 too many times. This was not the girl who had grown up at hogwarts, this was the woman who had lost everything in a pointless war.

His mark burnt. He knew Voldemort knew of these events that were transpiring. He had spies everywhere, especially when a new member was suggested.

"If you're really sure…"

he started…

"hold my hand and we shall apperate together"…

she merely took his hand as they disappeared into the darkness. She was amazed at how warm his hand was. She expected it to be cold. She wasn't sure why, she just did. He on the other hand was shocked to feel how cold her hand was.

They appeared where Hermione summarised was the mountains. The air was fresh and the ground was hard. She guessed that a spell had been used to make the cavern as it was, she knew enough about caves to know that it would be very rare to have one so well carved. She felt her left pocket. Her wand was there. This was odd as it had been sitting in a drawer in her room.

"Severus."

A voice boomed in a snake like way.

Hermione turned around. The dark lord was there, but he had changed greatly since the last time she had laid eyes on him. He had become more human looking, although she had a feeling that this was some form of extended glamour spell.

Snape bowed. Hermione did the same, wondering if this was what she should be doing.

At once a great pain filled her head, unlocking many memories that had remained hidden for years. Being bullied by Weasley in her first year, being almost killed by a Troll, Her uncle dying of cancer, the first time she drank, her first drugs experience, getting worse results than Harry in defence against the dark arts, Harry beating her in potions with a book which let him cheat. Ron cruelly rejecting her when she asked him out, Harry Laughing. All sorts of school memories flooded her brain. She felt anger, resentment.

"Miss Granger, Do you know that becoming one of us is a lifelong commitment? If you walk away now your soul will remain pure, after that there is no going back. I do not take kindly to wizards that waste my time.".

The dark lord boomed.

"My soul has never been pure, My Lord."

She said.

''Besides the path I have chosen has been my own. So yes, I am aware that this night will be the first night in a new era. I remember what you said to Potter. There is no good or evil, only power, and those too weak to seek it."

"Very well. I shall not warn you anymore.

Bow before me and give me your left arm."

Hermione walked forward silently, utterly submissive. She felt no fear in what she was doing, only a rush of adrenaline. She handed the dark lord her left arm, and waited for the pain to sear through it.

"It is done, miss granger."

The dark lord said , there was an edge to his voice, almost a humanly ness that he had never had before.

She looked down. It had been painless. On her arm sat the dark mark, beautifully set against her pale wrists. She felt nothing. She did not feel betrayal as she had been betrayed by the 'good' side many years ago.

"Now, Severus, Hermione. I have a task that only you two can complete. It is a test for you Miss Granger, which will show where your loyalties truly lie. I want you to kill Harry Potter. The means on how to do so will be your own, and you may trace him yourself, however I believe that Miss Granger already has an Idea about where he may reside."

"Diagon Alley."

Hermione said questionably. She knew it was the first magical place that Harry had come into contact with, and that he had a strong affiliation with it.

"Then that is where we shall start."

Snape said.