A/N. some parts of this story is taken from Harry potter and the orde of the phoenix.Oo

Marvolo stared impressed. His Anastasia was a cunning little thing. Her plan simply being perfection, killing two birds with one stone and it would be the turning point of the war as her plan would be one of the most contributing factors that would make the war in favour of the Dark side and his little Vixen's plan would start tonight.

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She was gliding between shining metal bars, across dark, cold stone ... she was flat against the shining black wall... it was dark, yet she could see objects around her shimmering in strange, vibrant colours ... she was turning her head ... at first glance the corridor was empty ... but no ... a man was sitting on the floor ahead, his chin drooping on to his chest, his outline gleaming in the dark ...

Hermione put out her tongue ... she tasted the man's scent on the air ... he was alive but drowsy ... sitting in front of a door at the end of the corridor ..

She longed to bite the man ... but she must master the impulse ... she had more important work to do ...

But the man was stirring ... a silver Cloak fell from his legs as he jumped to his feet; and Hermione saw his vibrant, blurred outline towering above her, saw a wand withdrawn from a belt ... she had no choice ... ahe reared high from the floor and struck once, twice, three times, plunging her fangs deeply into the man's flesh, feeling his ribs splinter beneath her jaws, feeling the warm gush of blood ...

The man was yelling in pain ... then he fell silent ... he slumped backwards against the wall ... blood was splattering on to the floor ... it was none other than Arthur Weasley.

Hermione woke up with a screem, sweat glistening down her neck and forehead, her eyes frantically searching the room.

Ana quickly left her bed, the smirk leaving her face just to be replaced by a faux worried look as she neared Granger's bed, wrapping her emerald silk gown closer to her body.

'Rons dad,' she panted, her chest heaving. 'His dad ... been attacked ...'

'What?' said Ana un-comprehendingly.

'His dad! He's been bitten, it's serious, there was blood everywhere ... need to tell him...tell Dumbledore."

"Shhh Hermione, maybe you were dreaming."

'It wasn't a dream ... not an ordinary dream ... I was there, I saw it ... I did it ...' Hermione rambled on.

Inside Ana was laughing, everything was going perfect so far and this was only the beginning.

It was half an hour later and her, Granger and the Weasley children were in the headmaster's office, all huddled together. Mcgonagall, Snape and Marvolo were also there. Ana's eyes flittered across the Weasley family, as her eyes flittered across the twins she felt a small pang of guilt hit her. Those two were the only decent one's there and whom she was close to. They didn't deserve to lose a father and sincerely hoped that Nagini didn't insert to much venom into the Weasley patriarch blood stream.

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The Weasley kids had been allowed to go home for that week, Hermione going along with them. They had also made a trip to St. Mungo's to visit Arthur, who had survived the attack.

When they had come back to Hogwarts, Dumbledore had been keeping an extremely close eye on Hermione, asking her nearly every other day if she had any more dreams, which she had not.

The days had started to fly by with Ana and Marvolo scheming, Voldemort rounding up his followers and being in contact with Grindlewald, setting up a 'date' to visit the Hall of prophecy within the Department of Mysteries.

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It was another day and Hermione was walking with Anastasia and the others towards the Great a hall when all of a sudden she sucked into a vision.

She was walking along the cool, dark corridor to the Department of Mysteries again, walking with a firm and purposeful tread, breaking occasionally into a run, determined to reach her destination at last ... the black door swung open for her as usual, and here she was in the circular room with its many doors ...

Straight across the stone floor and through the second door ... patches of dancing light on the walls and floor and that odd mechanical clicking, but no time to explore, she must hurry ...

She jogged the last few feet to the third door, which swung open just like the others ...

Once again she was in the cathedral-sized room full of shelves and glass spheres ... her heart was beating very fast now ... she was going to get there this time ... when she reached number ninety-seven she turned left and hurried along the aisle between two rows ...

But there was a shape on the floor at the very end, a black shape moving on the floor like a wounded animal ... Hermione's stomach contracted with fear ... with excitement ...

A voice issued from her own mouth, a high, cold voice empty of any human kindness ...

'Take it for me ... lift it down, now ... I cannot touch it ... but you can ...'

The black shape on the floor shifted a little. Hermione saw a long-fingered white hand clutching a wand rise at the end of her own arm ... heard the high, cold voice say 'Crucio!'

The man on the floor let out a scream of pain, attempted to stand but fell back, writhing. Hermione was laughing. She raised her wand, the curse lifted and the figure groaned and became motionless.

'Master Grindlewald is waiting ...'

Very slowly, his arms trembling, the man on the ground raised his shoulders a few inches and lifted his head. His face was bloodstained and guant, twisted in pain yet rigid with defiance ...

'You'll have to kill me,' whispered James.

'Undoubtedly I shall in the end,' said the cold voice. 'But you will fetch it for me first, Potter ... you think you have felt pain thus far? Think again ... we have hours ahead of us and nobody to hear you scream ...'

But somebody screamed as Grindlewald lowered his wand again; somebody yelled and fell sideways off a hot desk on to the cold stone floor; Hermione awoke as she hit the ground, still yelling, as students began to crowd around her.

Hermione's eyes shot open as she stared straight at Anastasia with tears in her eyes.

'Grindlewalds got James.'

'What?'

'How d'you--?'

'Saw it. Just now.'

'But--but where? How?' said Anastasia whose face was white.

'I dunno how,' said Hermione. 'But I know exactly where. There's a room in the Department of Mysteries full of shelves covered in these little glass balls and they're at the end of row ninety-seven ... he's trying to use James to get whatever it is he wants from in there ... he's torturing him ... says he'll end by killing him!'

Anastasia's eyes widened, her breathing getting heavier as the seconds ticked by.

She found her voice was shaking, as were her knees. She moved over to lean on one the Knights in order to steady herself. Mentally Ana was applauding her acting skills and thank Merlin that those visions were only vision and not a reality because she truly did not know how she would react and thank Merlin that Marvolo told his bunch of minions to not harm her family no matter the circumstances because a duel would be breaking out in the Hall of Prophecy.

'How're we going to get there?' she asked them.

There was a moment's silence. Then Theo said, 'G-get there?' Ana once again applauded her three friends who were getting in character. Everything was going fantastically easy and this was pleasing Ana greatly.

'Get to the Department of Mysteries, so we can rescue my father!' Ana said loudly.

'But--Ana ...' said Theo weakly.

'We need to geth there NOW, my father could be in great danger for all we know. You lot can either stay her or come with because either way I'm still going."

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The group of five were now inside the cathedral-sized room full of shelves and glass spheres with numbers underneath it aswell as the name of the person belonging to it.

"nearly there guys." Ana panted as they came closer to number ninety-seven were a dark claded figure hovered.

A chuckle echoed around them as more people dressed in black robes and white masks started to surround the five.

"My sweet Anastasia." A voice cooed. A pale white hand stretched itself infront of Ana. Ana simply smiled before taking Voldemorts hand who brought her closer to himself. Ana chuckled into his chest. She mentally thanked herself for warning Blaise, Draco and Theo to not think much of her interaction with Voldemort.

Voldemort aswell as Grindlewald put down the hoods of their cloaks down. They heard Hermione gasp as Voldemort's snake like face was shown and the fact that Ana was in the arms of said man.

"Ana...wh..what are you doing?" She questioned in a quite broken voice, her eyes going wide as Ana put her arms around Voldemorts neck and bringing their lips together in a very passionate kiss.

The pair broke away as Grindlewald spoke up. "I see you believed those little visions I've been sending you Mudblood." Grindlewald chuckled as he twirled a piece of Granger's hair, his wand pointed at her neck.

"So easy to deceive you. So gullible, but fortunately you won't be going to waste so don't fret yourself." Grindlewald finished off as a Death Eater came up behind Granger, keeping her in place.

"Now where is that blastes prophecy." Grindlewald said as he picked the glass sphere ball that had ninety-seven underneath it.

"Your in luck Potter, we'll all find out why we have become fated enemies." At that Ana snorted, snatching the glass ball out of Grindlewalds hand.

"Not yet, Dumbledore, Fudge and the Order of the Phoenix are not here yet." Ana tutted, going back to snuggle into Voldemort's arms, much to the amusement of some Death Eaters.

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Voldemort, Grindlewald and the Death Eaters aswell as the five students were on their way to the main place of the Department of Mysteries.

It was on their way past the Death Chamber, were Sirius worked when the floo's turned a sickly green. Members of the Order of the Phoenix coming out from different floo's.

Voldemort grabbed Anastasia by her hair, pulling her infront of him as Grindlewald did the same while the boy were in the same situation as the two girls

'It was foolish to come here tonight, Grindlewald, you to Tom,' said Dumbledore calmly. 'The Aurors are on their way--'

'By which time we shall be gone, and you will be dead!' spat Grindlewald. He sent killing curse at Dumbledore but missed, instead hitting the security guard's desk, which burst into flame.

Dumbledore only flicked his wand, the force of that spell blowing some of the statues to smithereens.

"You do not seek to kill us Old man but to simply cause harm to us." Voldemort sneered as he sent the Killing Curse towards Dumbledore who dodged it with great agility despite his old age. "Above such brutality, are you?"

"What was your business coming hee tonight Tom." Dumbledore asked, ignoring the last question.

"Nothing of your concerns Dumbledore." Voldemort says as he throws a crucio towards said man.

"It is when your Death Eaters have four of my students at wand point. They are only children Tom, surely you can sympathise with them."

"You take me for a fool Dumbledore, they came here by choice tonight, whatever happens to them I am not at fault. Your voice bores me now, tonights your last night old man. You'll soon be kneeling at my feet, begging me spare you. You will die in vain; and now we duel." As Voldemort said that, Death Eaters and The order of the Phoenix had started to also duel with each, spells flying everywhere as the four students began to take cover once they had released themselves from their 'captures'.

Anastasia's eye were glued to Voldemort and Grindlewalds duel. The pair dueling with such viciousness, weaving in and out spells with gracefulness. Ana was truly awestruck by the display but that didn't last long as she saw Dumbledore disappear before re-appearing behind Voldemort, a spell on his lips.

"BEHIND YOU VOLDEMORT." Ana bellowed.

Voldemort spun on his heel, a crucio falling from his lips which hit Dumbledore straight in the chest as he let out an agonised scream, withering on the floor. Voldemort cackled in obvious happiness before throwing more lethal spells at the Headmaster, who now was bleeding from several different places, the cuts bone deep.

The Minster of Magic as well as a hand full of Aurors stepped out the floo, witnessing the downfall of Dumbledore.

Voldemort gracefully went down on his knees, levelling his height with withered old man who for once looked his age, his baby blue eyes no longer twinkling but looking as fragile and old as an antique object.

"You played well old man but everything you believed in is in vain now. Here you kneel before me, your life seeping out of your body. Do not hang on to the hope that your chosen will defeat me or Grindlewald because little Anastasia has become mine in soul, magic and mind. She has become my lover, my equal and my queen." As voldemort said that, he used Legilimency to send moments of him and Anastasia together from speaking civilly to their most intimate moments together. "You've lost in vain Albus Dumbledore." With that, the light left the aged man's eyes as his body hit the porcelain black tiles.

Silence fell upon them. No-one moved, simply staring at the dead body of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, his blood surrounding him and Lord Voldemort.

No one dared to speak, let alone shift a finger.

They simply stared. The silence coating over them like a thick winter cloak.

This was now the beginning of the end.

Wizarding Britain would soon be in the hands of Grindlewald and Lord Voldemort.

A/N. Don't forget to review. Constructive criticism are welcome. Was this chapter good, bad, okay???.Reviews r certainly welcome.