I own no one but my own people. JK Rowling owns the multi zillian business that is Harry Potter.

To Ivory, okay, so this chapter didn't go as I said it would. But it's still exciting, I believe. Enjoy!

"Let me go," Hermione said trying to remain calm. He snickered then withdrew his wand from her throat.

"I don't think so, filth, " he sneered. He dragged her roughly through the doors and she tried to control her breathing. She didn't have a wand, she was was useless. He didn't say a word as he continued to drag her through the large house until finally they reached a closed set of double oak doors with talking emitting through them. He slammed the door open then pushed her inside rather roughly, making her fall to the ground.

"It seems," Rodolphus said rather loudly, though he had no reason too because everyone in the room had stopped talking the moment she had entered the room. "We have a guest with us tonight!"

"What's going on?" a very familiar voice said from somewhere in back. Hermione let out a whimper of fear and tried to run, but Rodolphus grabbed her by her collar again and pushed her back down on the floor.

"Rodolphus, whats happened?" the same voice said emerging from the group. "I swear if someone doesn't tell me what-" and the voice stopped mid sentence. Hermione forced herself to look at the source of the voice and it took everything in her willpower not to scream and try to escape.

"What the hell are you doing with Granger?" Bella asked in shock, her eyes not leaving her.

"Granger?" another familiar voice questioned,coming closer to where she was. "What are you doing here?" Draco asked, a little fearful.

"I found the little mudblood lurking outside. Probably spying for the order. What were you doing here? Answer me!" Rodolphus shouted giving her a swift kick to the stomach. Draco let out an involuntary whimper of fear.

"Leave her alone, Lestrange," Snape said calmly also emerging from the group, his wand aimed not at Hermione, but at Rodolphus. "She's not a member of the order and she's not a spy. She's simply a student who I assume lives nearby. Let her go."

"And deny our lord the satisfaction of murdering a piece of filth. Or better yet," he grabbed her by the back of the shirt and hoisted her up, "she's a friends of Potters isn't she? I say we use her as bait. We all know that he'll rush to the aid of his friends. Tell him we have the girl alive for now, and that he has to come in order to see her alive again. Then the dark lord kills them both."

"Look, that is much more trouble then it's worth," Snape told him. "Just put a memory charm on her so that she forgot what she saw and then I'll send her back home. Besides, how do we know Potter won't go and collect his friends to help if we do that? We all have realized neither you nor Bellatrix can handle a few teenagers." There was laughter throughout the group, but Bella looked like she could care less about her humiliation as she stood, not being able to turn away from Hermione.

"Shut up, Snape. I will not have you insulting me or my wife inside our home!" Rodolphus yelled angrily.

"Insults aside, what are we going to do with the girl?" somene asked.

"I say we just kill her and forget about it," somene else suggested.

"Excellent idea, Dolohov," Rodolphus said turning Hermione towards him and aiming his wand at her.

"But she hasn't done anything!" Draco cried out. "Why not just let her go?"

"Are you kidding? She's the one who got your father arrested, Draco, she's best friends with Potter, plus not to mention the filthy blood that runs through her veins."

Bella snapped her head away from Hermione to look at Rodolphus. She had to do something, she couldn't let her be killed.

"Yeah shes a mudblood, but still, she hasn't done anything! Can't you let her go? Please?" Draco pleaded softly. Laughter erupted from everyone in the room besides Draco, Snape, Hermione, and Bella.

"Pleading for mud bloods lives to be spared?" Rodolphus laughed, not catching the look that Snape gave Draco of, one would say, understanding. "Why on earth would you do something like that, Draco? Are you becoming like your dear old Uncle Sirius? Nothing but a lousy blood traitor?"

"No, but," his words failed him as he looked down at the ground, unsure of what to say next. Rodolphus glowered at him for a moment before he turned his attention back to Hermione, raising his wand once more.

"Avada-"

"No!" Snape, Draco, and Bella yelled out.

Rodolphus looked at them in confusion.

"What the hell has gotten into you people? It's just a mudblood" he cocked his head and smiled coldly at Draco. "Or perhaps you've grown attached to her? Do you have a crush on this piece of filth? Is that it, Draco?"

Draco didn't say a word as he stared down at the ground again, avoiding his eyes.

"And what of you, Snape?" Rodolphus asked looking towards Snape who looked as cool and calm as ever, "what are your reasons for wanting to protect the girl Perhaps you too have grown fond of her."

"That's not it at all, I assure you, Lestrange. However, I believe this is an unnecessary killing. Give me the girl and I'll send her home."

"No, and besides, who's going to miss the piece of filth anyway? Now, as I was saying." He lifted his wand once more, "Avada Ke-"

"Let me," Bella cried out. Rodolphus looked up at her and saw the cold grin on her face. "It's not everyday I get to have revenge on the filth who tried to best me." Rodolphus grinned at her and winked before he threw her and Bella caught her by the shoulders.

"Let go of me!" Hermione yelled trying to get out of her grasp.

"Shut up," she growled putting her wand to her throat.

"I said let go of me, you fucking whore!"

Normally, Bella would have crucioed somene on the spot if a muggleborn had called her that, but this was different. She looked past her and saw Rodolphus raise his wand angrily.

"Come on!" she yelled yanking her out of harms way.

"Don't! Aunt Bella, please!" Draco cried, but she ignored him. With her wand at her throat and making sure no one in the room had a clear shot at her. She practically dragged her out of the room, firmly shutting the doors behind her.

"Oh fuck, what the hell do I do now?" Bella asked herself trying to hold onto her.

She knew no one in that room would believe her if she told them Hermione was her daughter, and more importantly, she knew Voldemort would kill them both if he found out she was here and she had not killed her on the spot. But she couldn't let her go, she knew she would be tortured until she was fit for Mungos if Voldemrot knew she had gotten the best of her once again.

"Stop struggling," she hissed angrily.

"Let me go!" Hermione screamed again.

"I said stop struggling or I swear to god I'll curse you!" Hermione stopped struggling and Bella threw her to the floor, her wand aimed at her.

"Why did you come here?" she questioned quietly.

Hermione didn't answer and Bella growled angrily,

"I said, why did you come here?" Hermione stayed silent so Bella shot a few sparks a her, missing her head by less then an inch.

"Why did you come here?" she asked again, gripping her wand tightly, trying to remain composed.

Hermione stayed silent and Bella clutched her wand even tighter.

"Tell me now or I curse you. Are you here on orders?"

Once again no answer came from her and Bella raised her wand.

"Do you have any idea how many blood traitors and muggle borns I've killed and crucioed? I assure you, Fil-, Granger, one more will be no trouble at all. Now tell me why you came here!"

When she didn't answer yet again, Bella grabbed her by the shirt and hoisted her up.

"Tell me," she said aiming her wand at her chest, "Or I kill you where you stand." Bella felt her heart beating wildly against her chest. She was mere inches from her, she was finally holding her daughter, though not in the way she imagined, but she still had contact.

"Bite me," Hermione muttered coldly looking into her eyes. Bella looked right back and she had to resist with everything she had not to pull her into a hug, to run her fingers through her hair, to tell her that she longed for this moment and how she loved her more then anything in the world.

"That sounds like an excellent idea," a voice growled from the entrance.

Bella and Hermione turned towards the voice and Bella gave the man a look of extreme dislike and hatred.

"Get out of here now, Grayback," she told him coldly, her grasp on her tightening as he moved towards them.

He let out a cold chuckle and stopped mere inches from her.

"Make me, woman."

"First off, this is my house, you're lucky I allowed such filth like you in here. Second, you're not even a death eater, but are just someone the dark lord keeps on for motivational reasons. So I suggest you go back to licking yourself or whatever the hell you do in your free time."

He growled and took a step closer to her and she backed up, not being able to contain the fear from masking her face. Satisfied with his response he turned his attention to Hermione. "Such a pretty, little thing. Young too, you could be trained and taught the ways of us so easily." He lifted his hand to stroke her cheek, but Bella slapped it away.

"Don't you dare touch her," Bella screamed angrily aiming her wand at him and pushing Hermione behind her, blocking her from view. He growled then turned his attention to Bella and looked her up and down.

"Such feistyness. I always said you would make such a wonderful mate, Bellatrix. Think of it, just one bite," he moved his face dangerously close to hers, "and you would be all mine." He kissed her neck and with a scream of fear she pushed him away, her wand aimed at him.

"Try that again!" she yelled, "and you'll see why I was in Azkiban for fifteen years!"

He growled then got up from the floor and began to walk over to them, but with a flash of light, he was sent flying through the air for a good thirty feet before landing on the ground, unmoving.

"Why did you do that?" Hermione asked a little fearful of the answer. Bella turned around and saw Hermione look at her with a mixture of confusion and fear. "Why did you protect me?"

Bella, who couldn't come right out and say why, because even though Hermione knew she was Bella's daughter, she knew that Hermione had no idea if Bella knew or not, and even though it pained her to do so, she knew she had to keep it that way.

"I think that's a question I would like to know the answer to as well," Rodolphus said angrily from the doorway.

"I told you to leave me and her in private, that she was mine and mine alone," Bella said, grabbing her by the collar and turning her around so that Hermione's back was towards her, her wand aimed at her.

"When I hear a fellow death eater," he never referred to her as his wife in front of victims and the same with her. Voldemort told them both that if something went wrong with a plan and the victim could use that as leverage against the other one. "Scream in terror, I tend to disregard what I've been told."

"Well I'm fine, so go, now!" she yelled angrily. But instead of moving he came up to her and pointed his wand at Hermione.

"Did you figure out why she came here?"

"I was just about to before you came. Now tell me," she said with malice in her voice twisting Hermione around roughly, "why did you come here?" she yelled.

Hermione stayed silent and ignored the look of pleading on Bella's face.

"Let me give her a little persuasion," Rodolphus growled raising his wand. "Crucio!"

Only at the last second did Bella manage to throw Hermione out of the way and get hit with the curse herself. She let out a scream of pain and fell to the floor but it was lifted almost as soon as the pain started.

"What the hell are you playing at, Bella?!" he screamed at her. She didn't answer, instead she just picked herself back up, and then grabbed Hermione by the collar and also hoisted her up. Rodolphus's eyes narrowed at Hermione before he grabbed her by the collar and slam her against the wall.

"Rodolphus, don't!" Bella yelled, but he ignored her.

"What the fuck did you do to her!?" he yelled, jabbing his wand at her throat rather painfully. "Tell me now! Was it the Imperius Curse? Was that it, you filthy mudblood?!"

"I didn't do anything, I swear!" Hermione told him her eyes wide with fear.

"Lier! Crucio!"

Hermione shrieked with pain and tried to get out of his hold, but to no avail.

"Stop it!" Bella cried rushing up to him and grabbing his hand and pulling it away, making him drop the curse

Hermione started sobbing and sank to the floor, still shaking from the pain.

"Get off me, Bella!" Rodolphus ordered yanking his arm out of her grip.

"I said she was mine! You had no right-" Bella began, but was interrupted by someone clearing there throat. They looked towards the doorway and saw that almost all of the death eaters had heard the commotion they heard and was now watching with interest.

"Well," Snape said somewhat coolly and with a smudge of arrogance in his voice. "I can see that this was an excellent idea. One of our allies passed out on the floor, you two are fighting in front of a potential hostage and from what I can see, already a victim. Now tell me again how you two became his most, as he describes you, 'valuable' members?"

"Shut up, Snape," Rodolphus told him angrily. "All of you go away," he kicked Hermione who let out a cry of pain. "We're not finished with her yet."

"I'm not finished with her yet,"Bella said putting an emphasis on 'I'm'. "Rodolphus, go. I dare say I don't need help to torture a worthless mudblood."

"I don't-"

"Go, Rodolphus!"

He looked like he was about to protest, but the glare he got from Bella shut him up. With another kick to Hermione, and what sounded like one or two ribs cracking, he turned around and stormed out of the room.

"The rest of you clear out to," she told them sternly, grabbing Hermione roughly by the hair and dragging her to her feet.

"You can't tell us what to do, Bellatrix," one death eater yelled out.

"It's my house, and I'll tell anything I want too to anybody! Now, get out!"

"It may be your house, but you're still simply a woman."

Bella's hold on her wand tightened and her eyes narrowed. Even though it was Hermione, she hated to be undermined in front of people, especially victims, or in this case people they believed to be victims.

"Fine, don't listen to me. See what happens when I tell the dark lord that you refused to listen to an order from his second in command," she said coolly.

"Yeah and we all know how you got that position," another called out.

"It doesn't matter how I got it, what matters is if he finds out that not only have you disobeyed me in my own home, but you're now insulting and degrading me in front of victims. Leave now and I'll think about keeping my mouth shut."

There was a grumble of complaints, but they eventually went back to the sitting room, all except Snape.

"I told you to get out of here, Severus!"

"Yes but when do I ever listen to you, and how quickly you forget he regards me as one of his most faithful just as much as you and Rodolphus."

She simply glared at him, knowing, unfortunately that he was right.

"Please," Hermione said softly, her sobs reduced to sniffling, "Professor Snape, help me, please." Bella felt her heart breaking as she pleaded to be helped by a man she considered to be a traitor and in her eyes, an enemy. Snape looked at Hermione with the coldest look he could muster.

"And why on earth would I do that, Miss Granger?"

"I said get out of here, Snape. Me and this filth have some unfinished business." Snape looked up at her, his expression as unreadable as ever, lifting his wand slightly, pointed at Hermione. Bella was about to yell at him to put his wand down before he quickly aimed it at her.

"Imperius!" he said, just loud enough so that Bella could hear it. And before she knew what was happening, the spell hit her.

"Let go of Hermione," Snape's cool voice rang out. She did, and while she had gotten out of imperious curses before, she made no attempt to fight this one.

"Oblivate," his voice rang out again. Her eyes became unfocused as her memory was wiped clear.

"Hermione Granger stunned you and escaped. Severus Snape tried to assist you, but in turn was also stunned. He did not impero you."

"Stubfy!" he shouted inside his mind, and as the spell hit her, she fell back and her eyes closed.

"You shall not tell a single soul of what I just did, do you understand me?" he said in a hushed whisper. She nodded earnestly before he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to the fireplace.

There was a commotion from the other room, but both ignored it.

"Wheres you wand?"

"I dropped it outside." Snape groaned in frustration before he turned to the doors leading to the woodpile.

"Accio Hermione Granger's wand." The next second a thin piece of wood came sliding underneath the door and into Snapes waiting hand.

"Take it," he told her holding the wand out to her.

"How did you manage to get here anyway?" Snape asked as she took her wand and pocketed it.

"I flooed here,"

"No, that's impossible. Only there family members are allowed to floo in. They had it set up with the Floo connection network."

"That is true, Severus, however you forget we are dealing with an exceptionally clever mudblood," a cold voice said from the doorway. Snape turned around and quickly bowed, while Hermione took one look at the source and screamed. She tried to run out the doors, but the man, with a lazy flick of the wand caught her in midair and levitated her over to him.

"Yes, an exceptionally clever mudblood," Voldemort repeated calmly. twirling her around in midair as she tried and failed to get out of his hold. "Tell me, how did you get here? This house is protected with spells and enchantments I myself put up that make it so that only death eaters and there family may enter the premises."

"Please don't kill me!" Hermione begged, letting out a sob.

Voldemort let out a cold laugh,

"We'll see. First tell me how you got on this property."

"I flooed in."

"Such lies," he hissed. She shook her head desprately,

"I swear to god I used the floo network!"

"We shall see about that," he growled. "Did you know there is a spell that reveals who the last one to come through a fireplace is?" Hermione shook her head, knowing that if she told the truth and admitted she did know, he might think her as sarcastic and curse her.

"Severus!" he said coolly, addressing the still bowing Snape.

"Yes, my lord?" he said standing up.

"Do the spell." Snape walked to the fireplace and pointed his wand at it.

"Flama revera!" Both Hermione and Voldemort looked towards the fireplace and saw an almost ghost figure of Hermione slide through the fire and fall to the ground then stood up, her wand raised, just as the real Hermione had done. The floo Hermione vanished and Voldemort's eyes narrowed and turned back to the real Hermione.

"Why?" When she didn't answer, he drew his wand back.

"Crucio."

She was in such a pain she didn't even realize existed. She let out a blood curdling scream of pain, her eyes rolled in the back of her head. All that ran through her mind was "let me die and make the pain stop!"

Voldemort held the curse for a few more moments before he lifted it.

"Now tell me, why did you come here. If you don't, then I'll have done the world a great service and have rid it of one less muggleborn."

"I wanted to kill her," Hermione sobbed pointing to Bella.

"Why?" he asked again. "Why did you want to kill her?"

"She tried to kill me when I was a baby."

Voldemort cocked his head and looked at her in fake confusion.

"When you were a mere baby, the wizarding world didn't know of your existence. So how could she have killed you when you were that young? Very well, if you do not wish to tell me, then I shall see for myself."

"Legilimens!" and having no previous occumency skills, he was able to see everything.

He skipped through various memories of when she was younger, and skimmed through her comforting an unconscious Ron in what looked like a large chess board, her looking around a corner with a mirror and seeing a large basilisk eyes (Voldemort couldn't help but chuckle at this, knowing he was the one responsible), her sobbing to Hagrid that Ron hated her because of her cat and a firebolt, her first kiss ever in a periwinkle blue dress with Krum, her sobbing on her bed in that same dress because it was with Krum instead of Ron, her getting asked out by Ron, her getting kissed by him. He sped through, trying to find something that would give him answers when he saw the department of mysteries, Bellatrix's wand raised.

"Or has he been telling you lot that he's a pure blood?" he heard Potter say.

He saw Bella raise her wand angrily.

"Crucio!" she screamed, bringing it down, aiming it at Harry

"Expelliarmus!" Hermione yelled at the same moment, stepping in front of Harry

Voldemort looked on, his eyes wide as he saw what happened.

"No," he said to himself, seeing the wands connect, seeing the undeniable gold link that could only come from one spell. "No, it's a trick, it can't be the bond!" He was now inside the gold light with them, and he looked at Hermione with one would say almost fear. He saw her hair grow longer, curlier, her skin paled, and her eyes chained. He couldn't help but stare into them in complete and utter shock. Those were the same eyes that belonged to the only one he ever loved, they were Bellatrix's eyes. For a brief moment, he felt tears well up in his eyes as he finally got to look at his daughter.

He took a step back and sped through the rest of it until he got to Dumbledore's office where the brown hair, brown eyed, darker Hermione was sitting in Dumbledore's office.

"We waited and on the night of your birth," Dumbledore started, "she had no one there with her, she was alone, somehow she managed to keep her pregnancy hidden. But anyway, on the night of your birth, me along with five other order members appirated to the place of your birth and she was right in the middle of saying the killing curse when we appirated in on her. She told us she didn't want anything to do with it, never wanted to love it. We tried to get her to reconsider, saying that you were her child, that she deserved to be loved by her mother, but she said she hated it, and that she didn't love it. So she gave you to us willingly, then appirated away to her sisters mansion. We then put a spell on a lovely muggle couple who couldn't have children to show signs of pregnancy and for the next nine months you lived with Sirius in his home. Then on September twelfth, you were given a few drops of reverse aging potion and you reverted back to a day old, and they were put under a memory spell that showed the woman giving birth and bringing you home. Professor Mcgonnigal put a spell on you that changed your appearance, and the rest is history."

"Lier!" Voldemort yelled at him, knowing that it made no difference, that they were simply in a memory.

He pulled out of her memory and Hermione crumpled to the floor, barely stirring. He looked down at her, confused.

"She had the bond with her," Voldemort reminded himself as he looked at a barely conscious Hermione, "no one, not even I could mess with or hoodwink a spell so deep and powerful, and I doubt a girl of sixteen could either.

"My lord?" Snape questioned a little confused,

"Get out of here now, Severus, Tell them that the meeting has been canceled and we will regroup next week," he said trying to have a cool head.

"Are you sure you;re alright, my lord?"

"Go!" Voldemort roared at him. With a quick bow, and a glance towards Hermione, he dashed out of the room.

Voldemort stared down at Hermione in a little bit of confusion, but anger was also present in his face.

"My heir is not a blood traitor in league with the one who tried to destroy me!" he mumbled, more to himself then to anyone else. He cast a glance at an unconscious Bellatrix, and for the slightest moment, felt a the tiniest twinge of remorse.

She had told him, and he had cursed her and punished her for it. And contrary to what many of his death eaters believed, he did not enjoy torturing his followers, except maybe Rodolphus, but that was a completely different matter. But only when he felt they had disobeyed him, or had screwed up, or if he needed to make an example of someone, or if they did something stupid that could have been preventable, would he torture.

Hermione stirred on the ground and Voldemort went over to her and grabbed her by the arm and hoisted her up. Hermione was almost parallelized with fear as she looked into his eyes and he into hers. neither made a move to attack or speak and they simply stood there before finally,

"get out," growled Voldemort letting go of her and walking over to the fireplace, withdrew a packet of floo powder from his robes and threw some angrily in the fire.

Hermione, too confused and afraid to do anything, simply stood there.

"I said get out!" he screamed, picking up an ornament from the mantle and throwing it at her hard. She ducked then ran towards the fireplace and jumped in.

"Granger house!" she shouted, and the next moment she was whipped away. Voldemort looked after the flames for a moment before he walked into the living room and made sure there was no one there before he sat down on the couch and weeped like he never had before.

Will Voldemort accept her with open arms, or will he still regard her as an enemy? Only I know, and you will too, once you review of course :)