The long awaited update is finally here! Hermione makes a secret trip in the middle of the night to do dark deeds. I hope to write another Draco/Hermione chapter but I haven't figured out the order of the next chapters that I want to write. I guess you'll have to do some more waiting to see if this story needs to have a higher rating or not. :) Enjoy and review.

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Hermione looked through the dark around her, trying to discern any shapes of watchful Muggles before she threw her wand out under the light of the streetlight. A bang echoed through the night as the double-decker bus shot out into the road in front of her. The doors swung open. "Where to?" asked the man that she knew to be Stan Shunpike.

She told him her destination and boarded the bus. Hermione swayed in her seat as the Knight Bus took turns and made stops. It seemed to be trying to lull her into the sleep that she had been rudely awoken from. But she could not sleep, not even for a second because she was on that bus to carry out the Dark Lord`s orders. She despised the thought of what she was about to do, yet there she was. The only reason that she despised it was because she had powerful feelings of hatred against That Witch. That Witch was an accumulation of everything that she risked her life fighting. The torturing, the killing, the apocalyptic dreaming were only but a few of the evils that That Witch adored.

Which was precisely why Hermione was in such a terrible mood about having to play a part in That Witch`s escape from Azkaban.

The bus stopped abruptly and Hermione stood to get off at the abandoned marina. As she passed Stan Shunpike, he said nervously, "Have a good evening Ms. Ruskin."

She gave him a warm smile and pushed the black hair of her disguise over her shoulder. She felt him watching her get off the bus before it disappeared to bring the other passengers to their bus stops. She had never had to go to the prison before, and she did not expect anyone to recognize her even without the disguise. Its only purpose was so that the guards would believe her excuse for being there.

The wizard at the marina called someone to bring her over the water. The wizard, who was likely also a guard at the prison, brought her over in a small wooden boat that hugged the movements of every wave. The wizard did not ask any questions or even look at her, which she deemed to be a very good thing because it gave her the chance to go over her story. She almost enjoyed the rocking motion of the boat and the look of the dark sky over the raging dark waters.

The boat sped up and began to make changes in direction probably so that the prison remained unmapped. It was not much longer that the boat slowed and they were suddenly heading towards the shadowy prison walls rising up from the rocky shores of the tiny piece of land in the middle of the ocean.

The entrance was a tunnel in the shoreline with torches dimly lighting the walls. The boat stopped at a small dock where two wizards in uniforms used long-handled probes to check the boat for dark objects. The wizard who had brought her over extended a piece of parchment to the guards. They read it and nodded to let them pass. The boat crept forward to a gate, which rose as they approached. There were another two guards and a Dementor waiting for them there. The wizard stepped out onto the dock and Hermione followed.

The Dementor hovered toward her and slowly began to extend one of its bony hands as though to take hold of her. She had done nothing to have the Dementors attack her, but perhaps it could tell that her blood was as black as any of the other prisoner's in Azkaban. She slipped her hand into the satchel on her hip and touched the wispy snake that she had created before leaving the house. She felt immediately filled with warmth and contentment, causing the Dementor to back away. She considered for a moment that she did not know why she had two different Patronuses. The otter, which seemed so much more innocent and right for her disguise, and the snake, which was as sly and ruthless as she was. Lying to everyone she had ever met took the cold and calculating demeanour of the snake, but she felt no less connected to the otter. As long as no one found out, she would just add it to the increasingly long list of the strange things about her.

One guard remained with the wizard from the marina while the other led her down the dock toward the prison. She was not surprised when he spoke. She expected to have to answer questions. "What business do you have here tonight?"

"I'm researching my family tree. I think that I may have a relative in here, but I want to find out for sure." It was a very weak excuse, but she could make any lie seem like the truth. It was a terrible, yet undeniably useful quality to have. The snake in her.

"And, who is this relative of yours?" He did not seem to care too much. She supposed that since she passed the Dementor's inspection that he must have decided that she was not likely to have suspicious reasons for being there. Besides, she was only an under aged witch. What sort of dark magic could she possibly have?

"Bellatrix Lestrange." He looked at her and she could tell that he was taking note of her features that could potentially mean that they are related. This was why she chose black hair and she had put on heavy makeup to hide the shape of her eyes, which were significantly different than That Witch's.

He seemed to have accepted this as the truth, when he said, "the Lestranges have a lot of relatives. I would not be surprised if you were related." That made her decision easier. I guess I will tell him that we are related afterwards she thought.

The Dementors moved back from them as they walked through the halls of the prison. The doors of the cells had only a small barred opening in them where wild eyes of the deranged prisoners watched them pass. Hermione paid close attention to the number of stairwells and cell doors before they came to a stop. She was meant to pass on the location of Bellatrix's cell to her father.

The guard did not really leave her alone, but he did give her the courtesy of walking down the hall a little way. Hermione expected that she would have to speak to Bellatrix through the little window in the door, but that wouldn't be a problem. She was only there to locate the cell and give That Witch a message.

The guard was far enough that he couldn't hear anything she was saying, but just in case, she shielded the area to keep the message exclusively for That Witch.

"Muffliato" She was glad she had gathered the skill to watch a wizard perform a spell and replicate it. She had taken this one from Severus and it seemed to have worked, because no one reacted except Bellatrix when she spoke.

"Bellatrix, Are you in there?"

"Of course I'm in here!" she answered irritably. Her crazed black eyes peeked through the window and examined her. "My Lady"

Here tone was distasteful, but given their setting, Hermione decided to let it slip. "I've only come to ask you something for the Dark Lord. He says that without an appropriate response that he will be sure that you will never see life outside of this prison again." She waited a moment, but Bellatrix said nothing, so she continued. "You have let yourself be caught. You should know that you are useless to the Dark Lord if you are locked away."

"I was trying to save my Lord!" she rebutted.

"You have made yourself worthless. However, the Dark Lord sees that you were one of the few who remained constantly loyal to him. Now answer this, if the Dark Lord instructed you to remain in Azkaban without explanation, knowing that you cannot be of any use to him in here, should you follow his order or find a way out to be back with his Lordship?"

Bellatrix's eyes shifted as she fought with a reply. Hermione knew, as her father had, that if she chooses the first response than she will be seen as trusting and obedient but weak, and if she chooses the second response she will show the greatness of her love for her Lord, but she will seem untameable. She knew that what Bellatrix wanted more than anything was to be back with the Dark Lord, but she would have to choose carefully.

Finally, with her eyes looking at the floor, Bellatrix slowly and hesitantly answered. "I love my Lord greatly and I will always do as he asks because of that. I do not always know what plans the Dark Lord has for me, so I would follow his orders. However, the moment he allows me to return to him, I will join him at his side, ready to obey his next orders delightfully.

Hermione frowned. That Witch was going to go free. Not that she thought of working for her father as a pleasant experience, but crazy twisted suck-up witch was not worthy of being on anyone's right hand side. It was disappointing to see that the standards of how the Dark Lord chose his first mate were so low. It was an acceptable answer though, and she was working on his direct orders. "Good." She told her.

She relinquished the spell and walked towards the guard. Just as she had thought, the guard brought her to a room on the ground floor to fill out visitor forms. She had prepared information to have written for these forms, but that was not why she needed to be in this room. There was a door through which, she assumed was where the wands of the prisoners were kept. With her own wand in hand, it took a few complex spells and enchantments to retrieve the wands of the Death Eaters in the prison.

Partum tractus vicis. Addo mihi virga. Non animaadverto.

It was only a fraction of a second before the spells took effect. Hermione was thrown through a thin crack in time, which felt cool and dark like a cavern but filled with the pressure of nothingness. It was much more benign than apparating, and yet more empty. Just a void, a benign void. The spell didn't actually send her through time like one would assume. It sent her through space without changing the time and without apparating or disapparating. She merely had to summon what she needed before the spell returned her to where she was before. She returned with several wands of the Death Eaters in the bag on her shoulder. She wasn't sure that the guards would check her bag before she left but she was prepared for that as well with a shielding spell that was for shielding magical objects specifically. This turned out to not be necessary, and after filling out the visitors forms, she was brought back to the marina just as the sun began to reach over the horizon.

She knew that her time was almost up, so instead of taking the Knight Bus again, she walked out of the boundaries of the marina and apparated onto the hill on the outskirts of the property of the Burrow.

Hermione extracted the wands from her bag and looked down at them. She would send these to the Dark Lord via owl, and then the Death Eaters will have their weapons for when they are freed. Guiding Harry towards the destruction of her father was hard enough as it was, but then she had to go and be the one bringing her father closer to victory.

Psychiatrists would have a field day with me, she thought.

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