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A/N: Hey! I am back to give you more. I really hope that everyone liked the last chapter. I loved the end when Hermione goes to Voldemort. Talk about a shocker. Anyways, Hermione is mad, so anything could happen. Another crazy twist is instore for you in this chapter. I am not exactly sure whats gonna happen in this chapter. So I couldn't tell you even if I wanted too. Well I'll stop talking. READ!
Chapter 17
Falling Apart
"I Am, A Little Bit Of Loneliness, A Little Bit Of Disregard, A Hand Full Of Complaints, But I Can't Help The Fact, That Everyone Can See, These Scars, I Am, What I Want You To Want, What I Want You To Feel, It's Like No Matter What I Do, I Can't Convince You, To Just Believe This Is Real, So I Let Go, Watching You, Turn Your Back, Like You Always Do, Face Away And Pretend That I'm Not, But I'll Be Here, 'Cause Your All That I Got, I Can't Feel, The Way I Could Before, Don't Turn Your Back On Me, I Won't Be Ignored, Time Won't Heal, This Damage Anymore, Don't Turn Your Back On Me, I Won't Be Ignored, I Am, A Little Bit Insecure, A Little Unconfident, 'Cause I You Don't Understand, I Do What I Can, Sometimes I Don't Make Sense, I Am, What You Never Want To Say, But I've Never Had A Doubt, It's Like No Matter What I Do, I Can't Convince You, For Once, Just To Hear Me Out, So I Let Go, Watching You, Turn Your Back, Like You Always Do, Face Away And Pretend That I'm Not, But I'll Be Here, 'Cause Your All That I Got, I Can't Feel, The Way I Did Before, Don't Turn Your Back On Me, I Won't Be Ignored, Time Won't Heal, This Damage Anymore, Don't Turn Your Back On Me, I Won't Be Ignored, No, Hear Me Out Now, Your Gonna Listen To Me, Like It Or Not, Right Now, No, Hear Me Out Now, Your Gonna Listen To Me, Like It Or Not, Right Now, I Can't Feel, The Way I Could Before, Don't Turn Your Back On Me, I Won't Be Ignored, I Can't Feel, The Way I Could Before, Don't Turn Your Back On Me, I Won't Be Ignored, Time Can't Heal, This Damage Anymore, Don't Turn Your Back On Me, I Won't Be Ignored."
~ Linkin Park - "Faint"
Hermione and a few Death Eaters hid behind trees on the large estate of the Beckers. They where a muggle family that happened to be millionaires in the muggle world.
Hermione had suggested them. They where a snotty family and she had went to school with both Emilia and Richard Becker Jr. when she was a very young child. Emilia would put dirt in her hair and shove her out of the way. Richard sexually harrased her everyday until she transfered schools. She would get them back for being such horrible people.
Hermione pulled out her wand and smirked as the others slightly cowarded away from her.
"Follow me. We can kill this family and then take their money and convert it to wizarding money," Hermione said and everyone around her nodded.
Hermione strode out from the bushes and walked confidently to the Beckers' door. She rang the door bell and the butler answered. Having not held a grudge against him and remembering him to be quite kind, Hermione let him go.
She marched past him and threw open a door. It was empty and she kept going. Everyone that was behind her, kept quiet, afraid of her wrath. Hermione walked confidently down the hallway, throwing doors open as she went.
Finally she came to last door; a large oak one with dragons carved into the wood. She threw it open just like the others, but this time she was met with success. The Beckers had started to dine and they all looked up when someone came barging through their door.
"What are you doing in my house," siad Mr. Becker Sr. He tried to stand up but Hermione avadaed him before he could so much as move muscle.
"Richard," Mrs. Becker screamed and she gave Hermione a ugly look.
"What do you evil murderers want," she yelled and with a wave of a Death Eaters wand she fell silent, crumpling onto the floor in a heap.
Hermione turned to Emilia Becker, she wouldn't have recognized her if it weren't for the ugly glare she wore on her face at the moment. Richard Jr. stood up and walked towards Hermione.
"Can I help you miss," He said extremely calm like. Even though a bunch of strangers had just broken into his house and killed his mother and father.
"Get away from me," Hermione said viciously and Richard backed away a shocked look on his face.
"Hermione," he squeaked and Emilia's face lit with comprehension.
"You nasty little bitch," Emilia cried throwing her napkin on the table and shoving herself off her chair.
"Avada Kadvra," called a Death Eater on Hermione's right and Emilia fell hitting her head on the table with a loud bang.
"Now Richard, how does it feel to be the victom," Hermione said in a low deadly voice as she paced back and forth before him like a predator.
Richard tried to get something out, but Hermione waved her hand and he began to shake with pain.
"One of my teachers once said you don't need cork-screws and knifes to inflict pain, I believe he was right," Hermione said and the Death Eaters behind her laughed.
"Bye, bye Richard," Hermione said and she whispered the words of the killing curse.
As he fell slowly to the ground, Hermione turned and looked around the room that she was in and spotted a strange portrait in which there was a little leprechaun that seemed to have a pot of gold beside it.
She walked up the to the picture and said, "Alohamora", and she heard a slow click and she pulled the portait away from the wall. There inside the wall was a ton of muggle cash and a few jewels.
Emilia had always been a fool, bragging about her "little pot of gold". Hermione took out a black back from her robe and cleaned out the contents of the safe.
She turned to her group and waved them out the door. Already thinking about what she could spend this loot on.
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Hermione opened the sack for Voldemort to see inside of. He smirked as the glittering rubies and sparkling emaralds caught his eyes. Hermione smiled at him and bowed slightly.
"Good work, Hermione," Voldemort said proudly.
Hermione glowed at the praise. Though no one would dare to say it out loud, Voldemort had a real soft spot for the young muggle-born witch.
"You are my best right hand yet, my dear. No one has ever thought to actaully kill people for their money and revenge," Voldemort said kindly and he handed Hermione the bag back.
"You may keep half of all of this," he said waving his hand over the sack that was bulging with treasures.
"Thank you, My Lord," Hermione said. She knew it was a great honor to recieve so much from him.
She turned to leave the cold and dark anti-chamber, but something stopped her.
"My Lord, may I ask a simple question," Hermione asked bowing her head like a punished child.
"Go ahead, child. Ask away," Voldemort said and Hermione looked up into his face.
"Have you ever loved anyone," Hermione asked her eyes innocently blank of all emotion.
Voldemort looked startled for a second, but he recovered and smiled kindly at Hermione.
"Come child sit by me, and I shall tell you a story," Voldemort said magiking a chair from thin air and setting beside his own.
Hermione nodded and tucking the bag into her belt, walked over to the chair and meekly sat down.
"Hermione, this world is cold and full of awful things. I don't think I have to tell you. You have experienced it yourself. Men are cold heartless and vicious when things don't meet their needs. I have loved two people in my lifetime. They where my mother and my school sweeheart." Voldemort paused and sighing went on with his story.
"My father, after having me, abondoned my mother. She was very sick and I tried to take care of her, but she passed away after only two years. Then I was sent to an orphanage for the rest of my childhood. I stayed there when I was not at Hogwarts.
At Hogwarts I finally felt happiness. I met this girl named Natalie Pivic and we became unseprable. We did everything together and slowly I fell in love with her. But on the day of our one year anniversary, she told me that she was in love with someone esle and that besides, her father would never approve of me.
It broke my heart, I felt like she was stabbing me with knifes all over. That's when I learned that I was the Heir Of Slytherin. I had tried to drown out the pain by being totally engrossed in my studies. But I got so ahead that soon I didn't have any school work and nothing to do.
So I read books on all types of things, Dragons, Quidditch and even muggle books. Finally I came to a book all about Slytherin. I learned about the Chamber Of Secrets and I learned that I was the Heir.
I decided to open the Chamber. My life was basically over anyways. But I guess it really wasn't at all. As soon as I opened it, I could feel the need for power that's when I made up the name Lord Voldmort. I was always facinated by anigrams and it just sounded so powerful to me.
In the end the Basilisk killed a muggle-born girl. For some reason that made me feel happy, one less of that lot, where my thoughts at the time. I saw Natalie for the last time when I graduated. She was stunningly beatiful in her school robes and as she posed for the many camera's she held up her ring finger.
Sparkling on it was a huge diamond, beatifuly crafted and almost blinding. She had gotten ingaged to Thomas Potter. He was a prefect from Gryffindore, that had always rubbed me the wrong way. Later on I saw their wedding anouncement in the Daily Prophet.
They had a baby soon after. I am sure you know who it was too. It was James Potter, Harry's father. That is probably why I killed both James and Lily on that fateful night so long ago. Seeking revenge for love lost so long ago." Voldemort finished and Hermione looked up at him tears in her eyes.
"I understand," Hermione said and without thinking she threw her arms around Voldemorts neck and hugged him tightly.
When she had realized what she had done she let go and back away with her head down from Voldemort. Her hair was damp and it's wasn't from her tears. What she saw when she looked up made her latch onto him again.
Lord Voldemort the most feared wizard of all time was weeping like a child and even though he looked very undignified doing it, it just made Hermione pity him more.
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Harry had been invited to a Weasley family dinner and only the love he had for Mrs. Weasley made it possible for him to go. Ron was such a jerk these days and Ginny was off in her own world.
Harry sat down at the table and noticed that neither Ginny nor Ron was at the table. Mrs. Weasley was bustling around fixing dinner and Mr. Weasley was engrossed in the Dialy Prophet.
Suddenly the sound of feet running on wood could be heard and Ron came flying down the stairs, his eyes where wide and he was gasping as if he had run a marathon.
He spotted Harry and lunged at him latching on to his shirt and pulling his face close to his own. Harry tried to pull away, but Ron, who was mouthing something frantically, wouldn't let go.
"Harry, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to. I was under his control. Please you have to believe me," Ron said spit out his running a mile a minute.
Before Harry could take even one word in, Ron went on.
"Hermione, I love her. I never would hurt her. It's all his fault. I swear it," Ron said desprately.
"What's the matter Ron, who had control over you," Harry asked as soon as Ron had fallen silent.
"Lucuis Malfoy, I was alone in Daigon Alley two years ago and he put the Imperuis curse on me. He forced me to do horrible things. Because he was school governer he had access to find me. He wanted to help Draco to bring Hermione over to their side," Ron said his eyes thouroughly bluging out out of his head now.
Mrs. Weasley had dropped a pan full of water all over the floor and Mr. Weasley had fallen off his chair. Mrs. Weasley began to clean the water up and Mr. Weasley came to stand behind Harry.
"Something happend to Lucuis, that's why the spell was broken," Ron said suddenly and everyone else stood in a bewildered silence.
No one knew what exactly to say to this.
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Draco was having a rather shitty time of it in the hell hole that he called sanctuary. He was in hiding as Blaise had suggested and even though he was out of danger, he certainly wasn't enjoying himself.
Draco pulled the rough wool blanket tighter around himself. It was raining outside and he was freezing. He had thought this would be a good idea. Maybe he would have to think of something else.
He could hear the rats racketing around in the dark and he shivered slightly. Even his dungoens at home hadn't been this creepy and chilly. There had been a light for one and no rats or bugs, he thought, as he picked a beetle out of his hair.
Finally having enough of listening to the scratchings of rodents, he fell into an uneasy sleep fraught with nightmares.
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"Hermione," Draco called into the darkness. It was snowing all around him and he couldn't see a thing.
"I am sorry Draco," Hermione shouted and Draco saw her for one second before she vanished in a whirl of snow flurries.
"Hermione, please where are you," Draco called again, reaching out his hands in front of him and walking slowly forward.
"Goodbye," Hermione called and Draco saw her beautiful face iluminated by the flash of lightening, right before she walked off the edge of a cliff.
"NOOOOOOOOOO," Draco screamed and he ran towards the the edge of the cliff.
He could see Hermione's broken body laying fifty feet below where he stood and he began to sob uncontrolabley.
Suddenly the snow was gone and it wasn't pitch black anymore. He was standing before a small cottage and it was bright and sunny here. The world a vibrant blend of beautiful pastel colors.
Draco saw Hermione, she was sitting in a the middle of a large patch of wild flowers. She was humming to herself and braiding the flowers into wreaths for her hair.
She looked heavenly in a flowing white dress and her hair all braided with flowers. But as soon as Draco took one step towards her she sprouted large white wings and hovered just out of reach.
"Hermione, I love you," Draco called and Hermione turned to look at him.
Her eyes held an eternal sadness and she just shrugged and everything around them disapeared. Suddenly everything was dark again, but this time it wasn't snowing. There was fire everywhere and it looked as if a valcano had just errupted in this spot.
Hermione was still here, but instead of the shimmery white dress and flowers, she now wore a light yellow shirt and red pants and beside her stood the last person on earth Draco would ever thought to have seen, Lord Voldemort.
"You don't understand, Draco," Hermione said. She looked at Voldemort and he nodded solemnly and Hermione raised her hand steadily and killed Draco.
When Draco woke up he was howling with anguish. That was beyond a nightmare, that was hell itself.
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"That's the plan," Hermione said to Voldemort as she and he stood looking at the collage of many half-made conspiracys and hair-brain scams to attack Hogwarts and kill Narcissa Malfoy in the process. (A/N: Haha I told you that I had hinted at something.)
"But how do you plan to get Narcissa there," Voldemort asked.
"I will apparate to the Malfoy Mansion, alone, and kidnap her," Hermione said simply raising her hands.
"Alright, it may be risky, but I like it. Then it's set. All we need to is to get all of our Death Eaters in line and the rest should almost do itself," Voldemort said.
"Okay, I have a question, My Lord," Hermione said and Voldemort nodded for her to continue.
"When this all is over, what are we going to do," Hermione asked her eyes wide and questioning.
"That is a question of the future, my dear, and I will cross that bridge when I have come to it," Voldemort said wisely and Hermione nodded and looked down at the bracelette her mother and father had given her.
It had seemed so long ago, but really it may only have been about a year now. Hermione felt the tears well up.
Voldemort tried to pretend she wasn't crying when huge tear drops began to rain down on their map. Voldemort didn't want to embarass the poor child, but he didn't want her to be upset.
"My dear, if you miss you parents, you can visit them whenever you want," Voldemort said kindly.
"They wouldn't understand. They probably hate me for running away," Hermione said sadly wiping her tears on the sleeve of her black dress.
"If they love you, they will try to understand and they will love you no matter what, My dear, a parent is never severed from their child, only seperated from time to time," Voldmort said quielty and he began to roll up the various rolls of parchment.
"Do you think they will," Hermione asked her eyes shinning with hope.
"If they are as wonderful as you have said they are. I believe that they would love you even if you changed your name, and married a woman, don't worry so much," Voldemort said and Hermione chuckled.
"I would never marry a woman," Hermione protested and she stood up straight and prepared to leave the meeting room.
"I know," Voldemort simply said and he blew out the candles and Hermione and him exited the room talking animatedly about the properties of dungbat blatter.
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Blaise was sprawled out on a lawn chair by the pool. She was at her mother and father's estate and she was trying to relax. She was now Draco's secret keeper, a secret she hadn't shared with anyone.
She had convinced him it was the best plan after she had informed him of the death of his father. Draco hadn't been pleased with his father's death, but he wasn't a sobbing mess either.
Blaise pulled her cd player to her and put on her head-phones. She wanted to learn Italian. She already knew Latin, French, German and Spanish, but Italian was something she had always wanted to know.
"Quello bello," she said to the air. It had been the only thing in Italian she knew.
"What are you doing Blaise," came a voice above her and Blaise paused her cd.
She looked up over her sunglasses and saw, Hermione Granger. Hermione was looking rather strange in her red and black robes, it was so hot outside, did she not notice?
"Hi, Hermione," Blaise said slowly somehow she had a gut instinct that something was terribley wrong with this situation.
"How are you," Hermione asked and she sat down heavily on a chair across from Blaise.
Blaise laughed.
"I am fine, but I know you didn't come all this way just to ask that."
"Your right," Hermione said and she straighten her shoulders a bit and looked squarely at Blaise.
"Blaise, have you seen or talked to Draco in the last month or so," Hermione aske heavily watching Blaise closely.
"Nope, I am sorry Hermione. I can't say I have. He said he was going on vacation the last time I talked to him, which was like two months ago," Blaise said flawlessly, even believing herself for a moment.
"Okay,"Hermione said simply and she stood up and began to pace infront of Blaises chair.
"Did he say where he was going," Hermione asked urgently and Blaise shook her head no.
"I really miss him," Hermione lied, as she wrung the bottom of her robes in her hand.
"I know," Blaise said quietly afraid of Hermione for some reason.
"Well I must be going. Loads to do," Hermione said suddenly and she apparated with a faint 'pop'.
Blaise shook her head and turned her cd player back on. All she kept thinking as she tried to concentrate on the words being said in her ears, was that something was off and Hermione was sending off really weird signals.
Blaise was afraid for Draco. She had never thought Hermione was the vengful type, but after what she had just seen, she was reconsidering.
Nothing on the surface looked wrong with Hermione, but whenever she had talk about Draco there was this weird twinge that would go through her and for a split second there would glint something in her eyes, that was quite sinister.
Blaise flipped over onto her belly and closed her eyes. Whatever Hermione had planned, as long as Blaise wanted Draco hidden he would remain hidden. Unless Draco decided he didn't want to be hidden anymore, then all hell would break loose.
A/N: I really hope you all liked that. It was a pretty tough chapter to write for me. I am going to start work on chapter 18, which is titled; Now You Will Pay. Please Review!
A/N: Hey! I am back to give you more. I really hope that everyone liked the last chapter. I loved the end when Hermione goes to Voldemort. Talk about a shocker. Anyways, Hermione is mad, so anything could happen. Another crazy twist is instore for you in this chapter. I am not exactly sure whats gonna happen in this chapter. So I couldn't tell you even if I wanted too. Well I'll stop talking. READ!
Chapter 17
Falling Apart
"I Am, A Little Bit Of Loneliness, A Little Bit Of Disregard, A Hand Full Of Complaints, But I Can't Help The Fact, That Everyone Can See, These Scars, I Am, What I Want You To Want, What I Want You To Feel, It's Like No Matter What I Do, I Can't Convince You, To Just Believe This Is Real, So I Let Go, Watching You, Turn Your Back, Like You Always Do, Face Away And Pretend That I'm Not, But I'll Be Here, 'Cause Your All That I Got, I Can't Feel, The Way I Could Before, Don't Turn Your Back On Me, I Won't Be Ignored, Time Won't Heal, This Damage Anymore, Don't Turn Your Back On Me, I Won't Be Ignored, I Am, A Little Bit Insecure, A Little Unconfident, 'Cause I You Don't Understand, I Do What I Can, Sometimes I Don't Make Sense, I Am, What You Never Want To Say, But I've Never Had A Doubt, It's Like No Matter What I Do, I Can't Convince You, For Once, Just To Hear Me Out, So I Let Go, Watching You, Turn Your Back, Like You Always Do, Face Away And Pretend That I'm Not, But I'll Be Here, 'Cause Your All That I Got, I Can't Feel, The Way I Did Before, Don't Turn Your Back On Me, I Won't Be Ignored, Time Won't Heal, This Damage Anymore, Don't Turn Your Back On Me, I Won't Be Ignored, No, Hear Me Out Now, Your Gonna Listen To Me, Like It Or Not, Right Now, No, Hear Me Out Now, Your Gonna Listen To Me, Like It Or Not, Right Now, I Can't Feel, The Way I Could Before, Don't Turn Your Back On Me, I Won't Be Ignored, I Can't Feel, The Way I Could Before, Don't Turn Your Back On Me, I Won't Be Ignored, Time Can't Heal, This Damage Anymore, Don't Turn Your Back On Me, I Won't Be Ignored."
~ Linkin Park - "Faint"
Hermione and a few Death Eaters hid behind trees on the large estate of the Beckers. They where a muggle family that happened to be millionaires in the muggle world.
Hermione had suggested them. They where a snotty family and she had went to school with both Emilia and Richard Becker Jr. when she was a very young child. Emilia would put dirt in her hair and shove her out of the way. Richard sexually harrased her everyday until she transfered schools. She would get them back for being such horrible people.
Hermione pulled out her wand and smirked as the others slightly cowarded away from her.
"Follow me. We can kill this family and then take their money and convert it to wizarding money," Hermione said and everyone around her nodded.
Hermione strode out from the bushes and walked confidently to the Beckers' door. She rang the door bell and the butler answered. Having not held a grudge against him and remembering him to be quite kind, Hermione let him go.
She marched past him and threw open a door. It was empty and she kept going. Everyone that was behind her, kept quiet, afraid of her wrath. Hermione walked confidently down the hallway, throwing doors open as she went.
Finally she came to last door; a large oak one with dragons carved into the wood. She threw it open just like the others, but this time she was met with success. The Beckers had started to dine and they all looked up when someone came barging through their door.
"What are you doing in my house," siad Mr. Becker Sr. He tried to stand up but Hermione avadaed him before he could so much as move muscle.
"Richard," Mrs. Becker screamed and she gave Hermione a ugly look.
"What do you evil murderers want," she yelled and with a wave of a Death Eaters wand she fell silent, crumpling onto the floor in a heap.
Hermione turned to Emilia Becker, she wouldn't have recognized her if it weren't for the ugly glare she wore on her face at the moment. Richard Jr. stood up and walked towards Hermione.
"Can I help you miss," He said extremely calm like. Even though a bunch of strangers had just broken into his house and killed his mother and father.
"Get away from me," Hermione said viciously and Richard backed away a shocked look on his face.
"Hermione," he squeaked and Emilia's face lit with comprehension.
"You nasty little bitch," Emilia cried throwing her napkin on the table and shoving herself off her chair.
"Avada Kadvra," called a Death Eater on Hermione's right and Emilia fell hitting her head on the table with a loud bang.
"Now Richard, how does it feel to be the victom," Hermione said in a low deadly voice as she paced back and forth before him like a predator.
Richard tried to get something out, but Hermione waved her hand and he began to shake with pain.
"One of my teachers once said you don't need cork-screws and knifes to inflict pain, I believe he was right," Hermione said and the Death Eaters behind her laughed.
"Bye, bye Richard," Hermione said and she whispered the words of the killing curse.
As he fell slowly to the ground, Hermione turned and looked around the room that she was in and spotted a strange portrait in which there was a little leprechaun that seemed to have a pot of gold beside it.
She walked up the to the picture and said, "Alohamora", and she heard a slow click and she pulled the portait away from the wall. There inside the wall was a ton of muggle cash and a few jewels.
Emilia had always been a fool, bragging about her "little pot of gold". Hermione took out a black back from her robe and cleaned out the contents of the safe.
She turned to her group and waved them out the door. Already thinking about what she could spend this loot on.
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Hermione opened the sack for Voldemort to see inside of. He smirked as the glittering rubies and sparkling emaralds caught his eyes. Hermione smiled at him and bowed slightly.
"Good work, Hermione," Voldemort said proudly.
Hermione glowed at the praise. Though no one would dare to say it out loud, Voldemort had a real soft spot for the young muggle-born witch.
"You are my best right hand yet, my dear. No one has ever thought to actaully kill people for their money and revenge," Voldemort said kindly and he handed Hermione the bag back.
"You may keep half of all of this," he said waving his hand over the sack that was bulging with treasures.
"Thank you, My Lord," Hermione said. She knew it was a great honor to recieve so much from him.
She turned to leave the cold and dark anti-chamber, but something stopped her.
"My Lord, may I ask a simple question," Hermione asked bowing her head like a punished child.
"Go ahead, child. Ask away," Voldemort said and Hermione looked up into his face.
"Have you ever loved anyone," Hermione asked her eyes innocently blank of all emotion.
Voldemort looked startled for a second, but he recovered and smiled kindly at Hermione.
"Come child sit by me, and I shall tell you a story," Voldemort said magiking a chair from thin air and setting beside his own.
Hermione nodded and tucking the bag into her belt, walked over to the chair and meekly sat down.
"Hermione, this world is cold and full of awful things. I don't think I have to tell you. You have experienced it yourself. Men are cold heartless and vicious when things don't meet their needs. I have loved two people in my lifetime. They where my mother and my school sweeheart." Voldemort paused and sighing went on with his story.
"My father, after having me, abondoned my mother. She was very sick and I tried to take care of her, but she passed away after only two years. Then I was sent to an orphanage for the rest of my childhood. I stayed there when I was not at Hogwarts.
At Hogwarts I finally felt happiness. I met this girl named Natalie Pivic and we became unseprable. We did everything together and slowly I fell in love with her. But on the day of our one year anniversary, she told me that she was in love with someone esle and that besides, her father would never approve of me.
It broke my heart, I felt like she was stabbing me with knifes all over. That's when I learned that I was the Heir Of Slytherin. I had tried to drown out the pain by being totally engrossed in my studies. But I got so ahead that soon I didn't have any school work and nothing to do.
So I read books on all types of things, Dragons, Quidditch and even muggle books. Finally I came to a book all about Slytherin. I learned about the Chamber Of Secrets and I learned that I was the Heir.
I decided to open the Chamber. My life was basically over anyways. But I guess it really wasn't at all. As soon as I opened it, I could feel the need for power that's when I made up the name Lord Voldmort. I was always facinated by anigrams and it just sounded so powerful to me.
In the end the Basilisk killed a muggle-born girl. For some reason that made me feel happy, one less of that lot, where my thoughts at the time. I saw Natalie for the last time when I graduated. She was stunningly beatiful in her school robes and as she posed for the many camera's she held up her ring finger.
Sparkling on it was a huge diamond, beatifuly crafted and almost blinding. She had gotten ingaged to Thomas Potter. He was a prefect from Gryffindore, that had always rubbed me the wrong way. Later on I saw their wedding anouncement in the Daily Prophet.
They had a baby soon after. I am sure you know who it was too. It was James Potter, Harry's father. That is probably why I killed both James and Lily on that fateful night so long ago. Seeking revenge for love lost so long ago." Voldemort finished and Hermione looked up at him tears in her eyes.
"I understand," Hermione said and without thinking she threw her arms around Voldemorts neck and hugged him tightly.
When she had realized what she had done she let go and back away with her head down from Voldemort. Her hair was damp and it's wasn't from her tears. What she saw when she looked up made her latch onto him again.
Lord Voldemort the most feared wizard of all time was weeping like a child and even though he looked very undignified doing it, it just made Hermione pity him more.
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Harry had been invited to a Weasley family dinner and only the love he had for Mrs. Weasley made it possible for him to go. Ron was such a jerk these days and Ginny was off in her own world.
Harry sat down at the table and noticed that neither Ginny nor Ron was at the table. Mrs. Weasley was bustling around fixing dinner and Mr. Weasley was engrossed in the Dialy Prophet.
Suddenly the sound of feet running on wood could be heard and Ron came flying down the stairs, his eyes where wide and he was gasping as if he had run a marathon.
He spotted Harry and lunged at him latching on to his shirt and pulling his face close to his own. Harry tried to pull away, but Ron, who was mouthing something frantically, wouldn't let go.
"Harry, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to. I was under his control. Please you have to believe me," Ron said spit out his running a mile a minute.
Before Harry could take even one word in, Ron went on.
"Hermione, I love her. I never would hurt her. It's all his fault. I swear it," Ron said desprately.
"What's the matter Ron, who had control over you," Harry asked as soon as Ron had fallen silent.
"Lucuis Malfoy, I was alone in Daigon Alley two years ago and he put the Imperuis curse on me. He forced me to do horrible things. Because he was school governer he had access to find me. He wanted to help Draco to bring Hermione over to their side," Ron said his eyes thouroughly bluging out out of his head now.
Mrs. Weasley had dropped a pan full of water all over the floor and Mr. Weasley had fallen off his chair. Mrs. Weasley began to clean the water up and Mr. Weasley came to stand behind Harry.
"Something happend to Lucuis, that's why the spell was broken," Ron said suddenly and everyone else stood in a bewildered silence.
No one knew what exactly to say to this.
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Draco was having a rather shitty time of it in the hell hole that he called sanctuary. He was in hiding as Blaise had suggested and even though he was out of danger, he certainly wasn't enjoying himself.
Draco pulled the rough wool blanket tighter around himself. It was raining outside and he was freezing. He had thought this would be a good idea. Maybe he would have to think of something else.
He could hear the rats racketing around in the dark and he shivered slightly. Even his dungoens at home hadn't been this creepy and chilly. There had been a light for one and no rats or bugs, he thought, as he picked a beetle out of his hair.
Finally having enough of listening to the scratchings of rodents, he fell into an uneasy sleep fraught with nightmares.
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"Hermione," Draco called into the darkness. It was snowing all around him and he couldn't see a thing.
"I am sorry Draco," Hermione shouted and Draco saw her for one second before she vanished in a whirl of snow flurries.
"Hermione, please where are you," Draco called again, reaching out his hands in front of him and walking slowly forward.
"Goodbye," Hermione called and Draco saw her beautiful face iluminated by the flash of lightening, right before she walked off the edge of a cliff.
"NOOOOOOOOOO," Draco screamed and he ran towards the the edge of the cliff.
He could see Hermione's broken body laying fifty feet below where he stood and he began to sob uncontrolabley.
Suddenly the snow was gone and it wasn't pitch black anymore. He was standing before a small cottage and it was bright and sunny here. The world a vibrant blend of beautiful pastel colors.
Draco saw Hermione, she was sitting in a the middle of a large patch of wild flowers. She was humming to herself and braiding the flowers into wreaths for her hair.
She looked heavenly in a flowing white dress and her hair all braided with flowers. But as soon as Draco took one step towards her she sprouted large white wings and hovered just out of reach.
"Hermione, I love you," Draco called and Hermione turned to look at him.
Her eyes held an eternal sadness and she just shrugged and everything around them disapeared. Suddenly everything was dark again, but this time it wasn't snowing. There was fire everywhere and it looked as if a valcano had just errupted in this spot.
Hermione was still here, but instead of the shimmery white dress and flowers, she now wore a light yellow shirt and red pants and beside her stood the last person on earth Draco would ever thought to have seen, Lord Voldemort.
"You don't understand, Draco," Hermione said. She looked at Voldemort and he nodded solemnly and Hermione raised her hand steadily and killed Draco.
When Draco woke up he was howling with anguish. That was beyond a nightmare, that was hell itself.
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"That's the plan," Hermione said to Voldemort as she and he stood looking at the collage of many half-made conspiracys and hair-brain scams to attack Hogwarts and kill Narcissa Malfoy in the process. (A/N: Haha I told you that I had hinted at something.)
"But how do you plan to get Narcissa there," Voldemort asked.
"I will apparate to the Malfoy Mansion, alone, and kidnap her," Hermione said simply raising her hands.
"Alright, it may be risky, but I like it. Then it's set. All we need to is to get all of our Death Eaters in line and the rest should almost do itself," Voldemort said.
"Okay, I have a question, My Lord," Hermione said and Voldemort nodded for her to continue.
"When this all is over, what are we going to do," Hermione asked her eyes wide and questioning.
"That is a question of the future, my dear, and I will cross that bridge when I have come to it," Voldemort said wisely and Hermione nodded and looked down at the bracelette her mother and father had given her.
It had seemed so long ago, but really it may only have been about a year now. Hermione felt the tears well up.
Voldemort tried to pretend she wasn't crying when huge tear drops began to rain down on their map. Voldemort didn't want to embarass the poor child, but he didn't want her to be upset.
"My dear, if you miss you parents, you can visit them whenever you want," Voldemort said kindly.
"They wouldn't understand. They probably hate me for running away," Hermione said sadly wiping her tears on the sleeve of her black dress.
"If they love you, they will try to understand and they will love you no matter what, My dear, a parent is never severed from their child, only seperated from time to time," Voldmort said quielty and he began to roll up the various rolls of parchment.
"Do you think they will," Hermione asked her eyes shinning with hope.
"If they are as wonderful as you have said they are. I believe that they would love you even if you changed your name, and married a woman, don't worry so much," Voldemort said and Hermione chuckled.
"I would never marry a woman," Hermione protested and she stood up straight and prepared to leave the meeting room.
"I know," Voldemort simply said and he blew out the candles and Hermione and him exited the room talking animatedly about the properties of dungbat blatter.
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Blaise was sprawled out on a lawn chair by the pool. She was at her mother and father's estate and she was trying to relax. She was now Draco's secret keeper, a secret she hadn't shared with anyone.
She had convinced him it was the best plan after she had informed him of the death of his father. Draco hadn't been pleased with his father's death, but he wasn't a sobbing mess either.
Blaise pulled her cd player to her and put on her head-phones. She wanted to learn Italian. She already knew Latin, French, German and Spanish, but Italian was something she had always wanted to know.
"Quello bello," she said to the air. It had been the only thing in Italian she knew.
"What are you doing Blaise," came a voice above her and Blaise paused her cd.
She looked up over her sunglasses and saw, Hermione Granger. Hermione was looking rather strange in her red and black robes, it was so hot outside, did she not notice?
"Hi, Hermione," Blaise said slowly somehow she had a gut instinct that something was terribley wrong with this situation.
"How are you," Hermione asked and she sat down heavily on a chair across from Blaise.
Blaise laughed.
"I am fine, but I know you didn't come all this way just to ask that."
"Your right," Hermione said and she straighten her shoulders a bit and looked squarely at Blaise.
"Blaise, have you seen or talked to Draco in the last month or so," Hermione aske heavily watching Blaise closely.
"Nope, I am sorry Hermione. I can't say I have. He said he was going on vacation the last time I talked to him, which was like two months ago," Blaise said flawlessly, even believing herself for a moment.
"Okay,"Hermione said simply and she stood up and began to pace infront of Blaises chair.
"Did he say where he was going," Hermione asked urgently and Blaise shook her head no.
"I really miss him," Hermione lied, as she wrung the bottom of her robes in her hand.
"I know," Blaise said quietly afraid of Hermione for some reason.
"Well I must be going. Loads to do," Hermione said suddenly and she apparated with a faint 'pop'.
Blaise shook her head and turned her cd player back on. All she kept thinking as she tried to concentrate on the words being said in her ears, was that something was off and Hermione was sending off really weird signals.
Blaise was afraid for Draco. She had never thought Hermione was the vengful type, but after what she had just seen, she was reconsidering.
Nothing on the surface looked wrong with Hermione, but whenever she had talk about Draco there was this weird twinge that would go through her and for a split second there would glint something in her eyes, that was quite sinister.
Blaise flipped over onto her belly and closed her eyes. Whatever Hermione had planned, as long as Blaise wanted Draco hidden he would remain hidden. Unless Draco decided he didn't want to be hidden anymore, then all hell would break loose.
A/N: I really hope you all liked that. It was a pretty tough chapter to write for me. I am going to start work on chapter 18, which is titled; Now You Will Pay. Please Review!
