"No, get out, Harry!"

"I want to see her! Let me in, Ginny...Bloody hell."

A loud bump echoed through the air, followed by the ramapge of footsteps that slowly disappeared. My eyes fluttered open, winicing as the bright light flooded my vision. Where was I? Everything was so blurry, I could see few images; one being Ginny, her blazing hair undeniable. I groaned as a shot of pain ran up my body; something had defintely happened to me. I searched my memories, trying to remember. I had another dream that dealt with bellatrix, I can still remember getting into a fight with Harry about it; He was getting so angry with me, it scared me as well as made my blood boil with anger. How dare he act that way towards me? I closed my eyes for a breif second before reopening them; everything around me was very clear. I coughed, gaining the attention of the only female Weasley I called friend.

"Hermione! Merlin, you're awake." She ran up to the bed, sitting down beside me. Her face was stained, the pathway of dry tears still visible to me. She had been crying, why though? Her red hair was now in a french braid, few strands leaking out. Ginny must have done it herself, usually I was the one that braided her hair when she wanted it done. I blinked, trying to gain back focus.

"Wh-hat happened?" I murmured my voice cracking. That voice...wasn't mine. I noticed Ginny's eyes grow large as I reached to touch my face. My skin, it felt so soft. My fingers ran up to my hair, feeling the curls I knew personally. I pulled on down and bit back a scream as I saw that my hair was no longer a golden brown, but a midnight black.

"Hermione, don't freak out. We can fix this." My eyes flashed over to the table across from me, a hand mirror within reach. I moved, feeling Ginny's presence behind me as she tried to pull me away. The damage was done, before she could grab my shoulders. The mirror, something I had bought from Diagon Alley in my fourth year, had become my worst enemy.

"Oh my god." I muttered viewing the image before me. My brown curls were longer now, the midnight black replacing the color I loved. The curls were more laxed, different from the tight curls I grew up with. My eyes were a bright emerald, the color instantly reminding me of Harry's. I had always loved his eyes; I could remember being jealous of them for a short period in our second year. My skin was paler, the tan I had before gone as if it had never been there. I was a totally different person.

"Hermione, we can fix this.." Ginny stated watching my reactions from behind me. Anger swept over me, the mirror flew out of my hand; busting into small fragements against the wall. I knew who I was; the research, the spell I had casted...everything was coming back to haunt me full-force. That unknown face, forever young and vital, had replaced mine; the fate I had once come to welcome was overshadowed now.

I'm her, Alecia Riddle, the daughter of Bellatrix Black and Tom Marvolo Riddle.


"My daughter is alive."

I listened as whispers echoed in the air around me, the Death Eaters acknowledging the fact that the Dark princess had been found. Everyone could remember that day, the day of Alecia's kidnapping. It had been the worst in the years of the First War. The rampage that had settled upon the Muggle World had been devestating; people died cruel deaths, tortured to the point of no recognition. Families losts fathers, mothers, sons, even daughters. That day was imprinted on all the elder Death Eaters; a way of remembering my true power, a power that laid in blood and chaos. I could feel Bellatrix's presence behind me, the cold demeanor surrounding her flickering; she was growing angry, her mood centered on the thought of her daughter, my daughter; the heir to the throne in the hands of that insufferable Order.

"I want her back, milord. I want my Alecia back." Bellatrix murmured the crowd growing silent as she spoke that single sentence. Everyone feared my Bella, her spells were some of the worst; most invented by herself. The power within the petite witch was strong, so strong in fact that it had caused her to grow mad with age. Yet the Cruciatus curse was Bella's favorite, the madness disappearing as it made way into her victims. Intoxicating notion...

"Of course, Alecia will return to us." I murmured as Bella sat down at my feet, my hand resting on her head. The flood of memories ran through me, the dream Bellatrix had a few hours ago still fresh. Dumbledore had hid her; given her the name of Hemrione Granger, the muggle-born witch. Anger flood my cold veins at the thought of filth raising my daughter. She was the smartest witch of her age...no Muggles could have produce such a fine witch. There was an image though, a tree filled with faces; one being that of Bellatrix Lestrange and Narcissa Malfoy. I opened my eyes and smirked.

"The Order is at Grimmauld 12," I could hear the grunts appearing from Bella; she wanted to speak but knew better. "Along with the Order, Alecia is there." My fingers caressed the Dark Mark that was embedded in my left forearm. Three shadows emerged, their masks disappearing from sight.

"Destroy the Order. Bring my daughter back alive and unharmed." I growled watching as the men bowed; the flash of plantium blond and midnight black hair hitting my eyes. My attention returned to crowd of anxious follwers. "GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" They vanished, the pops of Apparation echoing through the cold air.

My daughter would be here soon.