IMPORTANT: Please remember that this is an AU story, so if that bothers you please hit the back button instead of yelling at me. Also, there is heavy dislike of the characters Ginny, Ron, Luna, Mrs. Weasley, and Tonks (last two in later chapters) so if you are a fan of any of those sharacters I suggest you leave. Thank you.


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Chapter Two

Five years had passed since the night Hermione had been taken from her home and whisked away to serve Lord Voldemort. Although she had gone with Lucius Malfoy without a struggle his companions had killed her parents moments after the two had left to Voldemort's hideout to prevent a panicked search for their only daughter. It had caused a huge stir in the muggle world, headlines blaring in the papers of two small practice dentists murdered in their home, their young daughter no where to be found.

With a bored sigh Hermione easily deflected the curse that had been heading her way from her attacker. If this was the best that her fellow comrades could do she couldn't understand why the aurors hadn't captured and taken them all to Azkaban by now, unless they were even worse at fighting and defending themselves than the Death Eaters were.

"Crucio!" Hermione yelled, pointing her wand at Lucius, smiling sadistically as the blonde screamed and collapsed onto the floor, writhing and convulsing in pain as pit flew from his mouth. Behind her she heard someone shout a spell and she easily dodged out of the way, lifting the curse from Malfoy as she spun on the balls of her feet and cast a slicing hex at McNair, who moved too slow and howled in pain as his shoulder was ripped open, blood pouring freely and darkening the black robes he wore.

Voldemort smirked, watching the young girl that he had trained outdo some of his best followers. The almost sixteen – year – old moved with the exquisite grace of a dancer, dodging and hurling spells, moving expertly across the room. He knew that he had made the right choice when he had decided to take her into his ranks upon hearing from Severus Snape abut a powerful witch that had not been allowed to attend Hogwarts due to the narrow mindedness of her muggle parents. When he had heard about her he knew that she would be perfect for the mission that he had in mind; her heart – shaped face had a sweet look about it, even though her brown eyes were hardened from years of difficult training. Her small frame and petite statue gave an illusion of fragility that caused waves of protectiveness to flow through kind hearted people and her long slightly bushy curls made her look adorably innocent.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort was pulled from his thoughts as Bellatrix Lestrange cast the killing curse at Hermione, cackling gleefully as the green light barreled toward the teenager. The Dark Lord pulled out his wand and sent the curse flying towards a wall, the sound of sizzling stone echoing throughout the room as everyone became quiet and stared at the snake – like man rising from his seat at the head of the room.

"Bellatrix," he whispered, crimson eyes narrowed with rage. "Did you forget that I said not to use the killing curse? Did you forget that Miss Granger has a special mission that requires her to alive? Hmm? Did you, Bella?"

"N – No my Lord," the dark haired woman simpered, bowing her head.

"Then why did you use the killing curse if you did not forget my instructions?"

"She is nothing but a mudblood!" Lestrange burst, her eyes wild with rage and brandishing her want frantically at Voldemort, green sparks bursting forth. "How DARE she defile your ranks with her dirty blood!"

"Do not raise your want to me, Bella. Do I have to remind you of your place?"

"No my Lord, you do not," Bellatrix murmured, lowering her wand. "Forgive me."

"We shall see." He turned his attention to the rest of the gathered death eaters, glancing at each one in turn before finally gazing at Hermione, his mouth turning up into a cruel imitation of a smile."

"You did quite well, Miss Granger."

"Thank you My Lord," Hermione bowed, tucking her wand away in its arm holster.

"I believe that you are more than ready to begin the mission that you have been training for. Would you like to know what it is that you will be doing?" Next to him Nagini hissed with glee.

"Very much so," Hermione said, staring into bottomless red eyes.

"You will attend Hogwarts, where you will seduce Harry Potter."


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Chapter Three

The Hogwarts Express was a large beautiful maroon steam engine that was belching smoke across the platform of 9 ¾. Hermione glanced around, at the older students giggling with friends and pushing their trolleys towards the trains, the younger ones clutching sobbing mothers and proud teary – eyed fathers. Behind her stood two death eaters, glamoured to look related to her, the man clutching her narrow shoulder tightly in a rough grip that had her grinding her teeth in irritation.

"There's Potter," the woman behind her muttered from out of the side of her thin – lipped mouth, "the one with the black hair in the sea of red – headed traitors." Turning to her left Hermione let her eyes roam slowly over the group, finally resting her gaze on the only brunette in the bunch.

He was of average height with messy jet black hair that curled around his ears and fell over his forehead, brushing his eyebrows. He was thin, lithe, with sinewy muscles, a strong jaw and chiseled cheekbones, emerald eyes glistening behind wire – framed cheekbones as he talked to a tall gangly red – head with a large nose and too many freckles to count.

"Don't fail," the man whispered in her ear before the two behind her walked back through the barrier, leaving her alone with the chest containing her belongings.

Hermione sighed and began to drag her trunk behind her, the scraping sound it made drawing strange looks from the people around her. She aid them no mind as she headed towards the Express, grumbling under her breath about good – for – nothing followers when a kind voice interrupted her mutterings.

"Would you like some help?" Turning she saw her target standing behind her, giving her a sweet smile. She gave a fake one in return.

"That would be lovely, thanks." Together they lifted the trunk and maneuvered it across the platform and onto the train, where they found an empty compartment and hauled it carefully into the overhead basket.

"Thank you very much," Hermione said, turning towards him. Harry gave a nod and a smile.

"You're welcome." Harry turned to leave but Hermione caught his wrist.

"Can I have your name?" she asked sweetly.

"Harry, Harry Potter. And yours?" he responded, shaking the hand that she offered.

"I'm Hermione Granger. It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry."

"You too. I've never seen you around Hogwarts before; you're not a first year, are you?" She laughed, shaking her head and taking a seat on one of the benches, motioning for Harry to sit across from her.

"No, I'm actually starting my sixth year. My aunt and uncle didn't feel comfortable with me being away from them at first, but I finally convinced them to let me go." Harry cocked his head curiously to the right.

"May I ask why you don't live with your parents?"

"When I got my Hogwarts letter it caused a . . . problem between my parents so I went to live with my uncle and his wife," she lied expertly.

"Oh," Harry said intelligently. "I'm sorry." Hermione waved her hand dismissively.

"It's alright, really, I've gotten over it." She gave another fake smile. "So tell me about yourself. Do you like Hogwarts?" Harry grinned.

"I -,"

"There you are, Harry! I was wondering where you had gotten off to!" came an annoyingly high – pitched voice from the doorway of the compartment. Turning Hermione saw a short girl with flaming red hair, one of the kids that had been with Harry when she had first seen him on the platform. She had a chin length short bob haircut that framed her oval face, with sapphire blue eyes and thousands of freckles on pale skin.

Her eyes turned towards Hermione, her gaze growing cold as she took in the curvier brunette girl. "Who's your friend, Harry?" she asked, coming uninvited into the compartment and sliding her hand with her short, bitten down fingernails across his back to rest on his shoulder.

"Ginny this is Hermione Granger; she's a new student starting her sixth year. Hermione, this is -."

"Ginny Weasley, Harry's girlfriend," she cut Harry off, giving Hermione a smirk. Inwardly Hermione rolled her eyes, but she put on a smile for appearances.

"It's nice to meet you, Ginny."

Yeah," Ginny replied, turning to look at Harry who was giving her a curious look. "Are you going to come sit with us, Harry? We're all waiting for you in the compartment."

"Erm, sure," Harry said, standing. "Hermione, would you like to come sit with us?" he asked. She watched Ginny's face harden in distaste, her lip curling in annoyance.

"Oh, I don't know if that's such a good idea," she started, only to be cut off by the obnoxious girl clutching Harry's hand.

"We understand, don't worry about it. See you at school, Harmony."

"It's Hermione," both she and Harry corrected, glaring at her. Ginny looked at Harry in shock, her jaw dropping in surprise.

"I'd really like it if you came and sit with us," Harry smiled. "I'm sure everyone would like to meet you." Despite herself Hermione felt her cheeks flushing at the sincere look in his sparkling eyes.

"Sure, I'd love to sit with you."


Ginny and her older brother Ron were cut from the same mold, annoying, loud, and rude; she didn't like either of them. Neville Longbottom was sweet, quiet and shy; he almost annoyed her with his cuteness and round, innocent face. She wanted to strangle Luna Lovegood, who talked about nonsense and idiocy from a publication that her father ran called The Quibbler. She didn't know how she was going to spend the next two years with most of these people.

The only person that she liked was Harry, who spoke kindly to her and talked about how great Hogwarts was.

"Do you know what house you want to be in?" he asked, opening a package of Bertie Bott's Beans and offering her the box. She carefully drew out a colorful pink and blue bean, popping it into her mouth and tasting the deliciousness of cotton candy.

"I actually don't know," she admitted, swallowing the candy and taking another when Harry offered her the box. "All I know about Hogwarts is what you've told me."

"Really?" Harry asked. She nodded and then laughed as he made a face after eating a bean.

"What flavor was it?"

"Spoiled milk," he replied, squinting his eyes. He cleared his throat.

"You're very nice, you might be a Hufflepuff."

"Harry," Ginny whined, turning away from Luna. "You're ignoring me."

"You were talking to Luna, Ginny, and I was speaking to Hermione."

"So?" I'm your girlfriend, you're supposed to be paying attention to me," she cooed, laying her head on his shoulder.

"Ginny's right, Harry," Ron said from where he was playing chess on the floor with Neville. "Stop flirting with the new girl."

"Ron!" Harry snapped, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Hermione gave a pretend laugh.

"It's alright Harry. I'll be right back; I'm just going to go to the washroom."

"It's at the end of the train on the left," Neville supplied with a grin. His pet toad, Trevor, croaked from his perch on his fluffy brown hair. Hermione gave him a genuine smile.

"Thanks Neville, I'll be back in a bit."

"Take your time," Ginny said, eyes narrowed. Hermione quirked an eyebrow at her before sliding the compartment door open and stepping out into the hallway, heading down the corridor.

Slipping into the bathroom she locked the door behind her and slid a hand into the pocket of her jeans, pulling out a handheld mirror with an ornate design around the edges. Taking out her wand she tapped the surface and watched as it rippled and sparked before settling, Voldemort's pale snake – like face appearing in front of her.

"My Lord," she whispered, "we may have a small problem."


Author's Note: This has not been read over by me or a beta, and if there are random letters throughout its because the puppies decided to run across the laptop keyboard while I was typing.

I want to apologize for being so rude in the last chapter; I was just not in a happy mood and it came through in the note, so I hope that you can forgive me. But it seems like no one cares that I have redone the first chapter seeing as I didn't get one review, but I did get quite a few hits and two people putting it on their alerts, so I guess I should be happy about that.

Well, I hope that you enjoyed those two chapters. I'll post again later. Thank you.

A and W (aka BewitchedOne)