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This is a reverse harem that will see a dark Hermione soul bonded to ten Death Eaters including: Antonin Dolohov, Evan Rosier, Fenrir Greyback, Gregory Goyle, Marcus Flint, Rabastan Lestrange, Regulus Black, Rodolphus Lestrange, Theodore Nott, and Thorfinn Rowle. This work will have copious amounts of smut and occasional scenes of violence, both magically and physically inflected.


Chapter One


Though it was well established that Hermione was unable to hear the voices beyond the Veil - a fact that had solidified her the head position of Death Studies for the Department of Mysteries despite her young twenty-three years of age - she still wore the adult Mandrake grade earmuffs for protection. They silenced all manner of noise, leaving the wearer in a serene bubble of supposed safety. It was an added precaution her bosses had insisted upon since so little was still known about the archway between life and death. Their reasoning had been sound and their directive one she knew she would have given to a subordinate if in their place. So, everyday while she worked the world around her existed as if it were on mute.

It was that caution that had left her vulnerable and by all outward appearances, making her complacent in her job and the relative safety and security it provided her. She worked in a chamber that she was one of five individuals to know the location of, the Veil having been promptly relocated after the Battle of the Department of Mysteries she had been involved in seven years ago. That chamber was in a part of the Ministry which allowed less than thirty people to have knowledge and access to. And of everyone in her life, only five - the four who had created the extra safety procedures for her work and a fellow Unspeakable who was working on the recreation of time-turners and had looped her in on his work knowing she had had experience with the use of one - knew about her actual job. The rest of her friends believed her to be a cog in the slow moving machine of bureaucracy that was campaigning for creature rights and legislation reform. That was the thing about becoming complacent though, one never knew that they had until they found themselves in a situation like the one Hermione currently found herself in: naked, on her knees, wrists shackled to the barren, stone floor of the chamber where she worked, with her head painfully wrenched back. She however was never one to rest on her laurels and had known that what was coming was a more than likely possibility.

Still, the prior knowledge she had of the events that were now unfolding, had done nothing to prevent her from being taken by surprise, nor had it hindered the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. Tears that were born from a rage so strong that her magic crackled around the room as she looked at her boss, her friend, with a level of betrayal that instantly hardened her heart against his words.

"Hermione, please just listen-"

"To what, Minister? " She spat, pulling at the hand that held her hair to spit on him despite the sharp burn that came from ripping strands from her scalp. "To how you are justifying my murder, as something for the greater fucking good of the Wizarding World? Spare me the political abraxan shite Kingsley, you owe me that much."

"I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't. We've barely been scraping by since the end of the war but Nott's death earlier this year has been a strain the rest of us cannot shoulder. The foundation of our magic will begin to crumble if we don't do this. Nott will agree, as will the Prewett twins and Sirius. You only need to convince one other."

Too disgusted to look at him any further, she glanced around the room for the other two who had betrayed her. Though the men in the room were covered in blindingly white robes, Neville and Arthur were easy enough for her to pick out. Unlike the others, they stood farther away and slightly back from the circle of gathered wizards, the eight remaining patriarchs of the Sacred families. Their discomfort was obvious and under other circumstances she would have had sympathy for them. However they had known what was going to happen to her. They had known and hadn't stopped it or warned her.

Instead it had been Draco who six weeks ago at the Merlin forsaken hour of half two in the morning, had fallen through her floo and puked all over her rug, babbling about old death magics as he dry heaved. They had grown close over their years of working as Unspeakables, he being the one who worked with time. After he had recuperated from his shock, he told her everything about the meeting of the Sacred families he had come from. While they planned, going over every detail of the ritual and who all was beyond the Veil for her to choose from, she had held out hope that Neville, Arthur, or Kingsley would eventually tell her about the need to resurrect at least four of the family lines that had died out. She had held onto that hope for so long she was now embarrassed by it because in the end, Draco had been the only one who thought the matter of her life was something that shouldn't have been discussed without her. He was the only one who felt she should know the importance of her role in the ritual.

"Granger, it'll be okay, you'll come back," Draco soothed, his hand unsteady as the point of a blade pressed against the scar on her neck that his aunt had given her.

"Only if they agree to it. Tell me Malfoy, would you agree to bond your soul to mine and sacrifice your family's pure history even if it meant getting to live again?" She knew his answer would be a resounding yes but they had an image to maintain, so before his poignant silence could be mistaken for anything else, she scoffed, "That's what I thought."

Looking back at Kingsley, she took a deep breath, straightened her spine as much as she could in her position, and more calmly than she felt, finally spoke the words she had wanted to scream at him for weeks.

"Had you asked, I would have done it. I repeatedly laid my life on the line when I was only a child to save this world. You should have known that as an adult I would have done this for you without hesitation. All you had to do was ask me, Kingsley."

He said nothing as he pulled the hood of his robes back up, leaving him to blend in with the rest as he stepped into his place at the northern point of the circle and opened up the ancient tome that was clutched under his arm. Leading the chant of their incantation, the melancholic sound bounced off the cavernous walls of the Death Chamber, echoing back to her. At the conclusion of the first verse, the chalked in circle and ritual runes cracked into the stone floor, invoking the magic of earth. At the second, a wind began to howl through the room, muddling their words. With the third, came a rain that soaked her hair until it hung like a heavy weight down her back and made the pure white of their robes cling to their own naked bodies. The fourth saw fire sparking to life that trapped them just as she was. And as the fifth began, Hermione closed her eyes as more tears rolled down her cheeks, this time in mourning for the life she very well could be losing if Draco was wrong about how they would view her upon entering the Veil through means of the ritual.

When the final lines of the incantation started, she opened her eyes and looked right at Kingsley as the blade shakily lifted from her neck. Though she couldn't see it, she knew she held his gaze; could feel his lack of remorse in her bones and his assiduity that she would follow his orders upon her crossing. She had been chosen for the depth of her magical power but also for the belief that she would be a good little soldier who would do as she was told. And had they simply asked, she knew she would have been exactly that for them. If they had only asked, she would have happily crossed the Veil and forced the compliance of one member from each of the extinct family lines if they had needed it of her. But they hadn't asked and it was going to be to their detriment.

"Remember what I told you. The purity of your blood won't matter to them. Your arrival will summon generations of deceased Sacred Twenty-Eight wizards to you, all of whom will be clamoring at the opportunity to be soul bonded to the Resurrection Witch. You won't have to convince any of them," Draco whispered. "They will all bow before you like the queen you're about to become."

Just barely nodding her head so he knew she heard him, her face twisted into a feral smile as she warned, "You better hope they don't agree. Because when I wake up on the other side, I'm going for the worst of the worst. I'm sure there has to be at least four Sacred Wizards over there who would risk sacrificing their family's purity if it meant getting a chance to kill you on behalf of the Resurrection Witch. Wouldn't you agree, Minister?"

Kingsley didn't even get the chance to object to the continuation of the ritual before Draco was gliding the smooth edge of the blade across her throat and shoving her body into the center of the ritual circle. Though it was only seconds, time moved around her in slow motion, allowing Hermione the chance to soak in every last detail before she passed so that she and her coming harem could be reborn.

Her blood seemed to trickle out of her rather than pour forth as it began to feed the twenty-eight runes that represented the founders of Wizarding Britain. Though she was distantly aware of the difficulty she was having focusing her eyes, her vision seemed to be clear as ever as she watched each rune begin to glow like molten gold with satisfaction.

Then distantly, as if coming to her while submerged in a pool, she heard Draco shout, "May it be noted that the House of Malfoy is the first to bow before the Resurrection Witch's reign!"

"So it be noted," she choked out just as he had instructed her, before everything caught up with her and went black.


AN:

Fan Casting

Hermione Granger - Emma Watson

Antonin Dolohov - Michiel van Wyngaarden

Evan Rosier - Sebastian Stan

Fenrir Greyback - Kevin Creekman

Gregory Goyle - Stephen James

Marcus Flint - A mash up of Sonny Bill Williams and and a particular green eyed model whose name I have been unable to locate as of yet

Rabastan Lestrange - Theo James

Regulus Black - Evans Nikopoulos

Rodolphus Lestrange - Luke Evans

Theodore Nott - Edward Bayer

Thorfinn Rowle - Alexander Ludwig

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