Disclaimer- Harry Potter is not mine, I am not JK Rowling. I will let you know if I ever own Harry Potter.

This is my first fanfiction, please rate and review! Note- The Angel of Death has several different names. The name that they are listed as while you are reading it is based on the glamour they have on at the time and what their current name is. I also had this idea that she has the ability to speak tons of different languages. I do not know any other languages, so if she is speaking in another language the dialogue will be italicized and I will state which language she is speaking in. She may also change languages in the middle of her sentences.

Chapter 4

Hermione arose at three in the morning in the early hours of July 31st, after a night of fitful sleep due to nightmares. They had seemed to be getting worse after visiting some of the wizarding areas in a time before they were wrought with death and reeked of burned flesh, a time before the homes of the innocent were painted with blood and were haunted by the tortured screams of the dead.

She stared out the window, knowing that she should receive confirmation on her acceptance to Hogwarts via owl that day. She was riddled with anxiety, as she had not been back to Hogwarts and was afraid of the memories of that place and of everything that she had tried to run from during the war. Hermione was not prepared to go back to go back to that place, no matter how often she tried to convince herself that she was ready to see the walls of Hogwarts again, her childhood marred in her memory.

Hermione knew that the owl would probably not arrive for a few hours, but she didn't really have anything to do until it came. She also had no desire to get lost in her memories, so she contented herself by putting in a last-ditch effort to repair the flat that she had destroyed and burned time and time again. She sighed, knowing that she had a long day of planning ahead of her once she got to Hogwarts, having done none at all during the course of the summer. She still was unsure what Fate wanted her to do, if she was supposed to change anything or not.

The owl finally came around five in the morning, startling her by knocking on the window. After apologizing for nearly setting the owl's tail on fire, she sent it on its way. Hermione opened the letter with a mixture of childish glee and apprehension, a combination of feelings that she had not experienced in years. The list stated that she needed all of the standard robes and textbooks, among other things, for all of the seventh years. It was not a very important list to her, as she could conjure all of the items on the list or transfigure something else into robes. She was still having difficulty comprehending the fact that her plan had actually worked up until that point, although something was bound to go wrong soon. Her brief feeling of nostalgia and elation quickly turned into a befuddlement. So her plan had actually worked. She had spent so long attempting to figure out what she would do if something went wrong in her plan, that she never bothered to consider what would happen if the plan worked flawlessly. Damned Fate. Always making her prepare for events that never happened. She was always the epitome of Murphy's Law, and of course Fate just had to change that up when she was beginning to understand how to deal with her constant misfortune.

Hermione decided to just go along with whatever happened next. Now that she had actually obtained her letter, she would be able to get on the train and enter Hogwarts. She could get re-sorted, and come up with the next steps of her plan from there. Yes, her plan might finally work. Up until September first, she would just continue with her wanderings in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade. Actually, she could just rent a room in Diagon Alley, as she no longer had to stay in her flat to wait for her letter. After all, she had to practice interacting with the magical community. She packed all of her things into her bag with the undetectable extension charm on it and apparated to Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley was actually quite deserted. She walked up to the Leaky Cauldron, fully expecting it to be just as empty as the rest of the street, but it was actually packed with patrons. A lot of them looked very shady, and she figured that a bunch of them were Death Eaters. Hermione walked past them, as it was too loud for her to pick up on individual conversations to eavesdrop.

"Hello," she spoke to Tom, "Can I rent a room here?"

"Yes, we have a room upstairs." He replied.

Hermione followed Tom to the second floor of the bar and paid him her fee for staying there. She left immediately, wandering around the alley without her cloak or disillusioning charms. She still wanted to attack everyone, so she knew that she needed practice. Just a month, just a month, she repeated to herself as she sauntered around in the shops and down the barren street.

Hermione suddenly felt as though she was being watched. Her instincts begged her to turn around and blow up the section of the street that she thought the presence was coming from with every fiber of her being, but the rational part of her brain forced her to keep walking. Of course someone was probably watching her, she was the only one in middle of the alley after all. She heard the person get closer to her, and she tried to strengthen her resolve, as she would be faced with that constantly at Hogwarts. She actually slowed her pace, knowing that she would look suspicious if she walked faster.

Hermione suddenly ducked, not quite knowing why until she saw a green spell fly over her head. She should have known to trust her instincts; she hadn't spent decades fine-tuning them for nothing. Hermione rolled to the side and threw her own killing curses towards the direction of the spells. She wasn't sure if they made contact, so she casted fiendfyre. The area was set ablaze, burning everything on that section of the street. Whoever had just tried to kill her was dead. Hermione probably should have been at least slightly concerned that someone had just attempted to kill her, but she was at the entrance of Knockturn Alley and was the only one there. There was the chance that it was part of the ripple effect caused by her arrival, something causing the Death Eaters to become more vicious than they normally were during this time period. Then again, she did not know very much about the first Wizarding War of Britain, and for all she knew the Death Eaters of the time period killed random people in the street like they did during her time. Someone was bound to have watched her set her attackers on fire, so Hermione assumed she would be a target of Voldemort if her attackers were in fact Death Eaters. Well, she had been looking for Murphy's Law to happen. If anything could go wrong in her plan, it definitely would. Hermione was screwed.

She jogged back to the Leaky Cauldron, contemplating her bad luck. She had hoped to avoid being a Death Eater target until she at least was already at Hogwarts. She hoped that the fact that she was probably wanted by the Death Eaters would not reach the ears of the purebloods and other Death Eater spawn at Hogwarts.

Well, one good thing had come out of that. Fate had proved that she was just as unpredictable as Hermione had thought, and she had just killed what was probably a low-level Death Eater if Fate was indeed acting like normal. Hermione had never looked forward to Hogwarts as much as she did at that moment.

A/N- OH MY GODS I AM SO SORRY I HAVE NOT UPDATED IN LIKE TWO MONTHS I AM A HORRIBLE EXCUSE FOR A WRITER I AM SO SORRY

I mean at least I don't have very many followers on this… I have been so side tracked with school and keep making stupid excuses. (I also got addicted to reading a lot of fanfictions and kind of forgot about this.. sorry.) I won't be updating again until about June 20th after I take my finals,(which I should be studying for right now) but I will start writing more updates and stories frequently after that. (I hope) I have started to forget where I was going with this plot though.

But WOAH I have over 500 visitors to my story! Anyways how did you like this chapter? I am pretty sure that it sucked, I forgot that I wanted this chapter to start on the morning of the Hogwart Express and so I needed a filler chapter here. The attack was something that I came up with on the spot. Can you guys just let me know if it was a mistake to include that?

And please review! It encourages me to update more often :)