After Voldemort dismissed them, Snape lead her back downstairs to the blue
candle, with out saying a word. Hermione reached for the blue candle, but
Snape caught her hand. She looked into his dark eyes, in confusion and then
he placed her hand on orange candle.
Hermione opened her eyes and realized they were in Three Broomsticks.
"Hey Hermione!" Rosmerta bouncing over, spilling a glass of Butterbeer that was on her tray. "Ooh here with company on a school night? Don't worry I wont tell. Why don't you take that table in the back, hardly anyone notices people back there." She rambled out in one breath.
When she had sat with Snape in the back, she gave him a dirty look. "Why did you bring us here? We could get spotted!"
"It's the only place safe to talk, with out anyone overhearing us."
"Talk about what?"
"Everything that has happened!" Snape said, hardly believing her ignorance.
"Professor, don't try to dissuade me. I've made my choice."
"Even if it means sacrificing one of your closest friends?"
"Yes. I have already told you I'm prepared to do anything. I don't want to die. I want to feel powerful. I want to be with the winners."
"You would have done well in Slytherin." Snape sighed. "I must say you've been rather inspiring. You've made me want what the passion I've lost so many years ago."
"Professor are you saying ----." Hermione watched him across the table.
"Yes. I'm going to rejoin them. Officially." Snape glanced to the side, his raven hair stringing across his pale face. "Of course they don't know I ever withdrew from them."
Hermione sat back on the chair. All of this was happening at once. She was going to betray her friends. She was partially responsible for Snape turning back to the dark side. A feeling stirred within her she couldn't even remember feeling before. A feeling of almost malice. It was strange. Like an electric surge in her soul. She liked it. She had always heard she belonged in Ravenclaw, but the sense of belonging to Slytherin excited her. She liked the feeling of having someone's life in her hands. Not like a doctor feeling. She liked the feeling of being able to take a life whenever she pleased.
Finally she spoke to Snape, a spark flickering behind her eyes. "Professor, I really do want this. I really do believe in this decision."
"Hermione, you know you cant turn back now. From this day forward Albus Dumbledore will be your enemy. You'll be a double agent. Its not an easy charade to keep up."
"I understand, Severus." She smiled as she called him by his first name.
"You'll still refer to me as Professor." He said dryly.
She looked at him skeptically.
"At school anyway." He finished.
"Sounds like a plan." She smiled again.
"Well then, shall we go to meet your fellow Death Eaters?" Snape stood up.
"Yes, Id love to."
The short walk around the corner to Hog's Head couldn't have been much more uncomfortable. Several residents tipped their head in a strange way seeing a professor walking about at one in the morning with a student on a school night. They finally reached the sanctuary of the smoky bar. She followed Snape down two flights of stairs to the cellar and Snape gave the door three taps with his wand. It creaked open.
Inside the Death Eaters all looked at Hermione with sadistic smiles. It was quite clear they had expected Voldemort to reject her offer and hand her over to them.
"Attention, please." Snape spoke with the tone he addressed to his Slytherin house, and everyone looked up. Bellatrix crossed her arms and idly tapped her wand against her arm.
"The Dark Lord has accepted Hermione Granger into our circle."
"What! That stupid little Mudblood!" Bella exclaimed in disbelief. "Why!"
"I believe that is for Lord Voldemort to inform you of." Snape said dryly.
"She's a half blood. Voldemort is asking for trouble by inviting one of her kind in." a man that Hermione recognized as Walden Macnair, the same one responsible for attempted slaughter of Buckbeak the Hippogriff.
"Now now, Walden, let us give Miss Granger a chance." Lucius Malfoy stepped forward. He walked up to Hermione and wrapped a strong arm around her shoulder. "You all know that Lord Voldemort is an extremely cunning wizard and a master at Legilimency. He would know where Hermione's true intentions lie. So lets not doubt Master Voldemort, but celebrate to welcome our newest member." He finished smoothly.
Hermione was quite surprised that he was taking the extra time to help her into the group.
"Now, Miss Granger, allow me to introduce you to your new colleagues. That's Peter Pettigrew of course, Antonin Dolohov, Walden Macnair, Rodolphus Lestrange, I believe you know Bellatrix Lestrange, his wife, my lovely wife Narcissa, and those two to your right are Crabbe and Goyle, Gregory and Vincent's fathers." Lucius pointed around the circle as he went, each one respectively nodding their head. "And of course you know Draco."
Draco stepped up to her and grabbed her hand roughly. "Welcome to the group, Granger."
The chatter around them started again and Hermione saw Snape pouring himself a glass of firewhiskey. "So, I bet you would have never thought to see me here." Hermione sneered towards Draco.
"No, not really." Draco looked a but surprised at her suddenness. "Why on earth would you want to be here? I know all about you, and your friends." He spat.
"You don't know anything. They aren't my friends anymore. These are my friends. You are my friend."
"What makes you think I want to be friends with you?"
"You're still talking to me, aren't you?" she smirked.
"So what do you have to do? To prove yourself to him?"
Hermione looked smugly at him, so anxious to see his expression. "Bring him Ginny Weasley."
Draco let out a bark like laugh. "And you're going to do it?"
"Of course. She means nothing to me anymore. I would gladly bring him Ginny, Ron, Harry, anyone." Hermione said icily.
Draco stared at her in disbelief. "How did you not get put in Slytherin?"
"Because I asked the Sorting Hat to put me in Gryffindor. I was afraid of what might happen to a muggleborn in Slytherin." She confessed.
"Yes, I cant say if we would have been much easier on you or not." Draco offered. "But welcome to winning side anyway." For the first time conversing with him within 6 years, Draco Malfoy was being nice.
It was well after three when Hermione finally made her way into Gryffindor Tower and crawled beneath the crimson sheets. Exhaustion was fighting to take over, but her mind was reeling. She kept summarizing the events in her head.
She joined the Death Eaters and became a servant of Voldemort out of desperation, fear of dying. She was slowly realizing that this need to join him was growing deeper. Growing beyond desperation or fear, but out of desire.
The last thought that crept into Hermione's head as she drifted to sleep was a plan on how to capture Ginny Weasley.
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Hermione opened her eyes and realized they were in Three Broomsticks.
"Hey Hermione!" Rosmerta bouncing over, spilling a glass of Butterbeer that was on her tray. "Ooh here with company on a school night? Don't worry I wont tell. Why don't you take that table in the back, hardly anyone notices people back there." She rambled out in one breath.
When she had sat with Snape in the back, she gave him a dirty look. "Why did you bring us here? We could get spotted!"
"It's the only place safe to talk, with out anyone overhearing us."
"Talk about what?"
"Everything that has happened!" Snape said, hardly believing her ignorance.
"Professor, don't try to dissuade me. I've made my choice."
"Even if it means sacrificing one of your closest friends?"
"Yes. I have already told you I'm prepared to do anything. I don't want to die. I want to feel powerful. I want to be with the winners."
"You would have done well in Slytherin." Snape sighed. "I must say you've been rather inspiring. You've made me want what the passion I've lost so many years ago."
"Professor are you saying ----." Hermione watched him across the table.
"Yes. I'm going to rejoin them. Officially." Snape glanced to the side, his raven hair stringing across his pale face. "Of course they don't know I ever withdrew from them."
Hermione sat back on the chair. All of this was happening at once. She was going to betray her friends. She was partially responsible for Snape turning back to the dark side. A feeling stirred within her she couldn't even remember feeling before. A feeling of almost malice. It was strange. Like an electric surge in her soul. She liked it. She had always heard she belonged in Ravenclaw, but the sense of belonging to Slytherin excited her. She liked the feeling of having someone's life in her hands. Not like a doctor feeling. She liked the feeling of being able to take a life whenever she pleased.
Finally she spoke to Snape, a spark flickering behind her eyes. "Professor, I really do want this. I really do believe in this decision."
"Hermione, you know you cant turn back now. From this day forward Albus Dumbledore will be your enemy. You'll be a double agent. Its not an easy charade to keep up."
"I understand, Severus." She smiled as she called him by his first name.
"You'll still refer to me as Professor." He said dryly.
She looked at him skeptically.
"At school anyway." He finished.
"Sounds like a plan." She smiled again.
"Well then, shall we go to meet your fellow Death Eaters?" Snape stood up.
"Yes, Id love to."
The short walk around the corner to Hog's Head couldn't have been much more uncomfortable. Several residents tipped their head in a strange way seeing a professor walking about at one in the morning with a student on a school night. They finally reached the sanctuary of the smoky bar. She followed Snape down two flights of stairs to the cellar and Snape gave the door three taps with his wand. It creaked open.
Inside the Death Eaters all looked at Hermione with sadistic smiles. It was quite clear they had expected Voldemort to reject her offer and hand her over to them.
"Attention, please." Snape spoke with the tone he addressed to his Slytherin house, and everyone looked up. Bellatrix crossed her arms and idly tapped her wand against her arm.
"The Dark Lord has accepted Hermione Granger into our circle."
"What! That stupid little Mudblood!" Bella exclaimed in disbelief. "Why!"
"I believe that is for Lord Voldemort to inform you of." Snape said dryly.
"She's a half blood. Voldemort is asking for trouble by inviting one of her kind in." a man that Hermione recognized as Walden Macnair, the same one responsible for attempted slaughter of Buckbeak the Hippogriff.
"Now now, Walden, let us give Miss Granger a chance." Lucius Malfoy stepped forward. He walked up to Hermione and wrapped a strong arm around her shoulder. "You all know that Lord Voldemort is an extremely cunning wizard and a master at Legilimency. He would know where Hermione's true intentions lie. So lets not doubt Master Voldemort, but celebrate to welcome our newest member." He finished smoothly.
Hermione was quite surprised that he was taking the extra time to help her into the group.
"Now, Miss Granger, allow me to introduce you to your new colleagues. That's Peter Pettigrew of course, Antonin Dolohov, Walden Macnair, Rodolphus Lestrange, I believe you know Bellatrix Lestrange, his wife, my lovely wife Narcissa, and those two to your right are Crabbe and Goyle, Gregory and Vincent's fathers." Lucius pointed around the circle as he went, each one respectively nodding their head. "And of course you know Draco."
Draco stepped up to her and grabbed her hand roughly. "Welcome to the group, Granger."
The chatter around them started again and Hermione saw Snape pouring himself a glass of firewhiskey. "So, I bet you would have never thought to see me here." Hermione sneered towards Draco.
"No, not really." Draco looked a but surprised at her suddenness. "Why on earth would you want to be here? I know all about you, and your friends." He spat.
"You don't know anything. They aren't my friends anymore. These are my friends. You are my friend."
"What makes you think I want to be friends with you?"
"You're still talking to me, aren't you?" she smirked.
"So what do you have to do? To prove yourself to him?"
Hermione looked smugly at him, so anxious to see his expression. "Bring him Ginny Weasley."
Draco let out a bark like laugh. "And you're going to do it?"
"Of course. She means nothing to me anymore. I would gladly bring him Ginny, Ron, Harry, anyone." Hermione said icily.
Draco stared at her in disbelief. "How did you not get put in Slytherin?"
"Because I asked the Sorting Hat to put me in Gryffindor. I was afraid of what might happen to a muggleborn in Slytherin." She confessed.
"Yes, I cant say if we would have been much easier on you or not." Draco offered. "But welcome to winning side anyway." For the first time conversing with him within 6 years, Draco Malfoy was being nice.
It was well after three when Hermione finally made her way into Gryffindor Tower and crawled beneath the crimson sheets. Exhaustion was fighting to take over, but her mind was reeling. She kept summarizing the events in her head.
She joined the Death Eaters and became a servant of Voldemort out of desperation, fear of dying. She was slowly realizing that this need to join him was growing deeper. Growing beyond desperation or fear, but out of desire.
The last thought that crept into Hermione's head as she drifted to sleep was a plan on how to capture Ginny Weasley.
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