Hello hello hello awesome people. So I've been reading MANY harry potter fan fictions (basically only harry potter) and my favorites and dramione and Hermione and Voldemort. This is really my second attempt at a fanfic so I apologize for spelling, grammar and such. Being completely honest I'm only on the 6th book in the series so far but I've seen all the movies. Sorry if that makes me a horrible person but this story will be taking place around their 6th year in Hogwarts so I'm really trying to sail through here. The idea here is coming from the story 'a serpents child' by venusmercurysuneu obviously with my own twists.

*****************************ps. For the sake of this story Narcissa and Bellatrix are NOT related, just family friends. *************************************************

(I don't own harry potter)

Chapter 1

Hermione couldn't speak. It was as if all the air had been taken out of her lungs. She stared at the strange faces in front of her, wondering how this ever could have happened to her.

"miss lestrange," Dumbledore began.

"Do. Not. Call. Me. That." Was all Hermione could say. How could her life come down to this? Two of the most famous death eaters, Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange were sitting across from her, holding a large bundle of papers, which seem to be all of her birth certificates and adoption papers.

"Hermione please, we just want our baby back. I know this is hard to understand but when we were sent to Azkaban the ministry took you away, we just want you back in our family." Bellatrix smiled at her.

Hermione glared at the women and turned to Dumbledore. "Is this true?" She made out as a mere whisper.

"I believe so, Hermione. You are indeed the daughter of Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange. And quite frankly my dear, they have all legal rights to you now."

Hermione stared at her hands for the longest time. All her years growing up with the grangers and they weren't even her parents. No, she thought quickly. They are her parents.

"Where were you though?" Hermione said think out loud.

"excuse me?" Bellatrix said, clearing growing impatient.

"You are not my parents." Bellatrix made a face of pure rage and her husband looked shocked at her words. "You weren't there when I was growing up. You didn't see me take my first step, you were locked away as a murder. You are a murder. You are not my parents."

Bellatrix jumped off the couch and Rodolphus made a small effort to hold her back. She held a sly smile while staring down at her daughter.

"You are mine." She whispered. "I have the documents." Hermione felt little fear which was strange, considering they were the two most loyal death eaters to Voldemort.

"Hermione." Dumbledore interrupted once again. "They in fact do. You will have to go back to the manor with them and sort this out. I am sorry dear, I truly am, but they are your family and you must figure this out." He leaned closer and said in Hermione's ear "Weather I like to admit it or not, I can see they love you."

She was shocked at his predictions, and hardly was Dumbledore ever wrong.

"Come," Said Bellatrix.

Hermione didn't say anything but lazily followed her parents into the fire place with floo powder in their hands.

"Malfoy manor!" Rodolphus said. Green flames appeared, whisking them off and landing in a large fireplace in a dim lilted room.

"Why are we at the Malfoy manor?" Hermione exclaimed dryly.

"Our house is under… arrest until further…. Checks." Her father said.

Of course, they are murders. It didn't surprise Hermione to find Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy standing in front of them, but seeing the young handsome blond did.

"Hey Granger." Draco smirked at her.

Bellatrix laid a protective hand on Hermione's shoulder. "It's Lestrange, Draco."

Hermione shrugged her off but didn't say anything. It was nearing the Christmas holidays so she assumed she wouldn't be returning to Hogwarts until after. Beautiful, she thought, stuck here.

"Draco, show Hermione her room. I'm sure she's tired." Narcissa said.

At that moment, Hermione felt a little warmer towards the women, walking off with her enemy, though she probably doesn't want Hermione there as much as she doesn't want to be here.

Darco spoke up once they were out of ear's range. "So, lestrange, I guess we'll be having some quality time together." He winked at her though Hermione gave him a killing sneer and continued walking.

It seemed like they were walking forever through the mansion which only gave Hermione more time to think about the grangers. Small tears went down her face as she realised Bellatrix would probably forbid her to ever see them again. She couldn't remember one time when the Grangers didn't seem like the absolute best and loving parents in the world. They must be devastated also, not knowing how horrible her real family is and being imprisoned to them.

Hermione felt a warm touch on her arm which broke her out of the trance. Draco was looking at her with… was that concern in his eyes? He quickly fixed his gaze into stern complexion.

"This is your room." He said opening the door for her. She gasped, despite not wanting to be here, she would be here in luxury. The walls were pained a crème colour with a large bed in the left corner. There were two dressers, a walk in closet, and a huge bathroom with a tub, shower and two sinks. The room was probably as big as her parents' house… or the grangers.

"So you like it?" Draco said smirking.

Hermione rolled her eye but couldn't help but smile a bit, "get out. Malfoy."

Draco left and without a thought Hermione went to the bed desperate for sleep, hoping when she wakes up this nightmare may end.

. . .

"miss, please wake up. Miss,"

Hermione stirred in sleep, hearing a high pitched voice. "Mom turn the TV off!" she yelled, hoping to get more sleep. She had the weirdest dream where Bellatrix and Rodolphus were her real parents and…

"Miss dinner is in half an hour!"

Hermione bolted up and stared at the tiny house elf in front of her. She rested her head in her hands and gave out a trembling sigh, forcing herself not to cry. It was at points like this in her life when Hermione pulled out her inner Gryffindor to stay brave. After many of the horrible things that have happened between the golden trio and now, Hermione made a promise to herself that no matter what life throws her from now on, she will keep her head high and make the best out of everything. That was what she was doing right now, trying to make the best out this horrid situation. Thinking of the golden trio, Hermione remembered that she must tell Harry and Ron something.

"Miss, dinner is soon! You must get ready! Master says a very important quest is coming and to look your best!" The tiny elf reminded her as Hermione mad her way to the desk in the corner.

"Who?" She asked suddenly.

The elf ignored her but pulled her over to the closet and opened it, revealing the many beautiful dresses inside. Hermione had never been much of a dress person, but they all looked absolutely astounding.

"How much time do I have?" Hermione asked.

"Only twenty minutes now miss!"

Hermione left out a frustrated breath now she didn't have time to shower. She was heading towards the closet before she almost forgot.

"Sorry, can I ask what your name is?" She said to the house elf.

"Vokkey, miss!" she said, the apparated out of the room.

Hermione turned back, excited to see all of the dress options, and also wondering of who the important quest could be. It took about five minutes until Hermione came across the perfect dress. It was a bright red with gold trimming and ended above her knee. It had swirls of a gold design all round, and clung to her body beautifully. There wasn't too much time left considering she had no idea where, or how to get to the dining room so she left her hair down and in her curls. She slipped on a pair of gold shoes and made her way to the door.

As Hermione was opening the door she was met with a very muscular chest. Also falling over, two hands snaked around her body and held her up. Hermione looked up to see a very distracting Draco as his eyes raked over her body.

"Who knew Hermione Granger could look this good?" He said, still staring at her. Hermione laughed a bit, but felt a ping of sadness at the use of the name granger.

"I'm here to escort you to dinner." He said, leaning into her ear "I also dinning have a choice." Hermione smiled and took his arm as they began walking down the hallways. Despite much of her hatred for the blond, Hermione couldn't deny that Draco looked right sexy in a suit and tie.

"So who is this very important guest?" She asked. Draco stiffened slightly at her words but kept walking.

"You'll see soon enough."

He was right. As they entered the dining room Draco headed to the table and Hermione stood at the entrance wide eyed.

"Here we are Miss Hermione Lestrange, I still remember when you were a little baby, quite nice to see you all grown up." Said a voice that belong to the one and only Voldemort.

Whoo first chapter done! I hope it was good. I just want to add in a note that I am rating this M (because M rated stuff is the real shit) for later chapters. I don't usually write many things with any amount of crudeness or sexuality but I'm planning on it for this story, I find that if I don't, the story won't be done justice! Also, I am in school and play competitive hockey so I am very busy. I will try to write and update as much as I can! Thank you!