Chapter 3:

"The doors we open and close each day decides the lives we live." -Flora Whittemore

Hermione paced nervously back and forth in front of the wooden door. This was wrong on so many levels! How did this happen to her? Well, she knew how it happened, but why? Hasn't she suffered enough? Couldn't she just have died? Honestly, death seemed so much appealing now then it had before. Who here did she have to live for? No one. Why couldn't Dumbledore leave her on the street, let her bleed out? Of course the bloody fool wouldn't though. She was still angry with the auburn haired man, how dare he enter her mind! The urge to curse him until he begged for forgiveness crossed her mind. Logical Hermione knew he was doing his job, seeing if she was a threat, but that didn't stop her anger.

The sound of voices entering the great hall had her look angrily at the door. She was in a side room that led straight to the staff table. Dippet told her to stay put until she heard her name being called. She was to be sorted tonight in front of all the students of nineteen-forty-four. Running her hands through her clean hair she looked down at her clothing style. A few hours earlier the nurse Madam Colflax, had brought her a trunk filled with clothes, books, necessities, and a monthly allowance from her "uncle". She had bathed and dressed in Madam Colflax's personal bathroom before being escorted to the room she now waited in by Headmaster Dippet. She had not seen a single student nor teacher, besides Dumbledore, since she woke up. Hermione couldn't more grateful for that either; the prospect of being surrounded by loud, boisterous peers was not high on her list. Her name could be heard muffled through the door. Reaching her hand out she grabbed the dark knob and opened the door, feeling memories bombared her.

Over a year ago everything had gone wrong, right here in the great hall. Hermione had killed, covered in blood, her heart racing, and her eyes open. She and Ron, back to back, fought against Voldemort's forces, trying to hold them at bay while Harry lived out his destiny. No matter how many they killed, or maimed, they kept coming. Their years of training, their months hunting horocruxes had not prepared Harry enough. As he fell to his knees, the weight of the world truly laid on his shoulder, the world he failed. Snapping back to reality she found a room full of teens staring openly her and the staff looking worriedly towards her. She must have looked a sight though she was dressed properly. Her black skirt was high on her waist, falling to just below her knees. Her white button up shirt was tucked in, the sleeves reached her wrists and held a slight billow to them. Her black heels was closed and a moderate two inch heel lifted her height. Looking down she realized she still stood out. Uncomfortable in the strict clothing she had undone several top buttons of her shirt, showing not only cleavage but a distinguishbly thick pink scar running from under her neck over her chest and ended on her breast, under the shirt. Her hair was extremely long for their time period, reaching her waist. Her legs bore no stocking, just small ankle socks, portraying a small array of scars and the ending her tattooed calf sleeve. Of course her eyes were the most shocking though. She once overheard Molly describing them as bottomless pits bent on anger and revenge. Hermione knew the widow wasn't far off. She had seen too much to ever be the same again.

"Ms. Faye, please sit on the stool."

Her eyes locked onto the ever sparkling one of Dumbledore's. The sorting hat held in his hand. She couldn't help remembering when she last saw the piece of cloth. It was a picture in a daily prophet she stole. It showed Bellatrix Lestrange burning it with glee. Hermione walked towards the wooden seat, her shoes making the only noise. Not even breathing could be heard. She sat down, the hat being placed on her head. Then the old voice filled her head.

Ahh Ms. Granger it is then. I am surprised to see you this far before your time. Hmmm... let's see where I had sorted you. Gryffindor, eh? Hmmm... you are undoubtedly brave, and loyal is not enough to decribe your urge to stand by your friends. You are dark though Ms. Granger, you feel no remorse for those lives you have ended. You are not sorry for pain you have caused. You are smart too, exceptionally smart, and not only from your knowledge from your book. You are sly, and very cunning. Ahhh, yes I feel your anger. You know the outcome, but m'dear, but can you blame me? Times has changed, in more then one sense, and you have seen too much, too young; changing you. You belong no where other then...

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat screamed out. The brunette felt numb as the hat was removed and she made her way to the table of black and green. First she was forced into her seventh year, knowing she had no choice but to accept Dumbledore's cover, now she was sorted into Slytherin. How could this possibly get worse?

"Hello there." The voice shouted confidence but Hermione heard the underlying trace of fear. It was then she realized people were talking, eating, and glancing at her. She raised her head to see steal blue eyes and platinum blonde hair sitting in besides her. The Malfoy traits prominent, "Abraxus Malfoy."

"Hermione ..." her voice was dull. This was Draco's grandfather, "Faye...hi..."

He cleared his throat nervously and gestured to the man besides him, "This is Hal Goyle." Gregory's grandfather, her mind registered as he pointed to across from Goyle. "Nicholas Prince." Snape's grandfather, holy hell! The one besides Prince and across from Malfoy was next. "Vinnie Crab." His grandson must have been named after him. Next was a girl diagonal from her, the seat across from her being empty. "Jasmine Foster." This woman had an uncanny resemblance to Pansy Parkinson, just with light brown hair. They had to be related in some way.

"Going to skip me Abraxus?" A pitch black haired boy sat across from her. His height, even while sitting, was taller then most at the table. His hazel eyes portrayed amusement but Hermione saw boredom hidden behind it. His face was pale, but she had seen paler. His face was chiseled, and had she been normal she would describe him as handsome. Maybe she would have if her warning signals weren't blaring. Something was wrong was this boy. His whole persona screamed fake.

"Never!" Abraxus laughed but the fear was back in his tone.

"Sorry I was late, I had something I had to attend to." Hermione, still silent, felt confused. Why was he apologizing? It's not like they were waiting on him. It was then she realized, as she looked up and down the table, that while others were eating the group she she had been introduced to, and some she hadn't, never touched the food. Her eyes snapped up to the nameless new comer. What the hell was this about?

"No worries, you just missed the new transfer student here being sorted." A scrawny looking boy next to her spoke up.

"Really Pettigrew?" Hermione nearly had a heart-attack. Peter Pettigrew's grandfather was a Slytherin?

"Yeah, this is Hermione Faye." Abraxus jumped back in, "Hermione this is the head boy-" The boy across from her cut the blonde off and stretched out his hand.

"Tom Riddle."

Yup that is how it can get worse. How could she have not put all the facts together? All these grandparents. She KNEW Abraxus Malfoy was one of Voldemort's first followers. The date marked his final year and when he began taking an interest in Horocruxes. How had she been so blind? Anger blinded her instantaneously. Before she comprehended her movements her fist balled and she rose, punching the young Lord Voldemort square in the nose.

A/N:

Okay this chapter is longer! I am very happy about this chapter. I really enjoyed writing it! I am excited with how this story is turning out and can't wait to write the next chapter. I really hope you enjoy this as much as I did. Her clothing style is like what they wore in the 40's. I looked up some ideas. Want to try and stay semi realistic. It wont be permanent though. As you saw she doesn't like the style, already altering it to her comfortability. Please review! If I get enough I will post another chapter quickly!

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Anahera46- Thank you so much! Hopefully I don't disappoint you in this story!

- Maria