Please forgive me, but I just realised that I have forgotten the disclaimer! I mean, you obviously knew, but just saying, I only own the plot, not the characters.

I woke up again to the sound of my mother screaming. Pure terror shot into my heart as I heard the words that were coming from her mouth.

"Please stop! P-please! No! Don't go up there! Hermione run! Hermione please, no stop! Run, plea-" she seemed to choke, then abruptly, all was silent.

I was standing by my door in my pajamas, about to yank it open, but the quiet confused and scared me. Had they killed her? Where is everyone else?

I acioed my wand from across the room, and slowly pulled open the door. It was still quiet. I stuck my head out of the door and looked up and down the hallway. Nothing. I was shaking in fear as I stepped cautiously down the hall towards the stairs.

"Mum?" I called softly. My voice was quivering.

I heard quiet steps coming from the kitchen. Whoever it was, was about to turn the corner. I held my breath and backed up slightly. My eyes widened when none other than Lord Voldemort himself stepped around the corner.

"Hermione Zabini. I have waited a very long time to meet you." He drawled slowly.

I was hyperventilating. Fear was clenching my heart tightly, so tightly. I stumbled back a few steps, but stopped abruptly when he glared at my feet.

"Come now, Hermione. Surely you aren't that scared of me. Come down here so we can have a civil conversation."

It was silent save for my labored breathing for a few seconds before I spoke, my voice shaking. "Where is my mother. What have you done to her?"

He laughed a dry, humorless laugh. "Your mother got what she deserved, running away from me like that. As for your father, he got the same." He smiled slightly when he read the horrified look in my eyes. "Surely you knew that when I found them, they would be punished. If they had been loyal, like they should have, I would have had you and your brothers in my army. You would have grown up, knowing your place in the world as very powerful purebloods. Still, it is not too late to correct their mistakes." He was looking me up and down, analyzing my entire body. He seemed to like what he saw. "You will be a very valuable asset to my army Hermione."

"No." I whispered. He didn't seem to hear me. "No!" I said louder, definitely. I was proud to say that all traces of fear were gone from my voice.

Voldemort looked up at me in shock. "You dare defy me, girl? You will join me. You, and your brothers. You will have the place of honor by my side."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, incredulously.

He laughed, a cold insane laugh that chilled me to the bones. "Your parents told you nothing, did they?"

I glared at him until he elaborated. "You will be my heir. I will teach you everything I know, and should I die, which is highly unlikely, you will rule the wizarding world in my place."

All the breath in my lungs left in a whoosh. So this is what Blaise and Chris had heard. Oh no. Blaise and Chris.

"Where are my brothers?"

He looked me over once more before extending his hand in my direction. "Come, Hermione. Let us talk in more comfort."

I knew that if he had my brothers, this would be my only chance of getting them back. I also knew that he could simply disapperate away once I touched him and I would be forced to follow. Having made my decision, I stepped forward, slowly and cautiously, looking him in the eyes the whole time. His evil smile grew, scaring the bejeezus out of me, but still, I kept going. I slid my hand into his cold, pale one, and shivered as he pulled me gently down the stairs.

"Your brothers are waiting for us in the living room. I'm surprised you didn't wake earlier with all the commotion they were making."

As we rounded the corner into the living room, my heart stopped before picking up again, double time.

My mother and father were both laying on the floor, lifelessly starting at the ceiling. Blaise and Chris were unconscious, throw into the far corner of the room. Surrounding them all, were a good thirty Death Eaters, all wearing those famous silver masks.

I strangled gasp left my lips as I gazed around the room. I lurched out of Voldemorts grasp and threw myself at my parents.

I fell to my knees in front of my mother, and grabbed her hand tenderly. "No. No, no, no please. Mum? Mummy please, please get up." I cried, desperately holding onto her small, cold hand. I had never before realized how small she was. Violent sobs racked my frame, and I ignored the chuckles from the Death Eaters surrounding me.

Voldemort's high, cold voice rang out above the noise. "Get up, girl. We don't have time to waste for your pity party."

White hot rage for the man behind me clouded my vision, giving it a red tinge. I could taste copper in my mouth, and realised I was biting my tongue to keep from saying something that would surely get me into trouble.

"My brothers. Are you taking them as well?" I asked softly, trying to keep my rage from showing in my voice.

"Of course, dear. Weren't you listening?"

I slowly stood up, and turned to face him. His eyes widened when he saw the pure rage in my eyes. I slowly stalked towards him, and even his Death Eaters backed up in fear.

" I. Hate. You. And I would never. Ever. Join you." The air was crackling with magic. I could feel my hair standing on end, probably making my look crazy, but at that moment, I couldn't have cared less.

A white light glowed out, flashing so brightly, I couldn't see anything. Then, just as suddenly as it came, it was gone. I looked around me, stunned, at the unconscious room. I was the only one left standing. I only stood there for five second before I jumped into action. I didn't know how long they would be out, so I knew I had to hurry.

I jumped over bodies on my way out the door, but paid them no mind as I continued through the house. My first stop was my room.

I slammed open the door, pausing only to wince slightly at the sound of the crack it made against the wall. My eyes watered slightly when I realized that my mom would have killed me for that. It seemed rather coincidental since she was the one who was dead. I shook my head, ridding it of those thoughts, and scrambled around my room, looking for my purple, beaded bag.

I shoved as many things as I could think of into my little bag. I had placed an Undetectable extension charm on it for school, and I couldn't have been more thankful for it now. I finished with my things, then moved on to Blaise and Chris, shoving their things in as well.

I paused on my way back down the hall, then turned and rushed towards my parents' room. I jerked open the door, running toward the bathroom to get the stash of money I knew was in there, when I saw three travel bags in the corner. They were labeled with 'Blaise', 'Mione', and 'Chris'. There were also letters attached to them, but they would have to be read at a later time. I pulled my bag open and saw things I hadn't even thought of. Passports, plane tickets, and so much money. I grabbed them and shoved them into the bag, then ran back down the stairs.

When I got there, I saw with much relief, that no one had woken up yet. I ran over to Blaise and Chris, and grabbed their hands, wrapping each of their arms around my left one.

Just as I had picked up my wand to disapperate way, Voldemort started to wake up.

I froze when his eyes connected with mine. His eyes widened when they took in my reddened cheeks, looking as though I had been running, which I had, They then moved on to my obvious preparations to leave. From my now shoe-clad feet, to the bag in my hand. His eyes were the last thing I saw, glowing red with fury, when I disapparated.

I don't know about you, but I think that was a crazy intense chapter. Can't wait to see where they go? Review and maybe I'll update a little faster! ;) Don't forget to answer my question to be in my story! No one has yet and that makes me sad! I'll need your name, and what you look like. Make something up if you want, but you might want to do it soon because I will make it up myself if no one responds. Which would be sad :(

Anyways, here is the question. "In what book did Harry find out why Voldemort wanted to kill him?"