Again

This is the revised version because I was reading over it and I was like 'this is a BAD CHAPTER!' so I'm revising it! Also, the flashback in here is out of Hermione's point of view now!

I don't own Harry Potter, so................................. yeah.



Chapter 1: How it all started.

I stood in a stone dim torch-lit room with five other people. My over-long sleeves covered my pale hands, my neck, face, and the V-necked top showing how pale my skin was. I was standing next to my 'first' husband was talking to the Death Eaters. They preferred to me as Dark Lady Hermione.

On the other side of me was my second husband, as well as one of the top Death Eaters, Oliver Wood. Oliver was not so proud of his ranking because of all the killing he had to do to reach it but he was at least safe from Voldemort's wrath; he never killed his top ranking men. On the other side of Lord Voldemort, or milord as I was to prefer to him, was the top Death Eater, Draco Malfoy. Draco wasn't my best choice for a husband, but it was surprising how sweet he could be. And, unlike Oliver, he was extremely proud of his ranking, surpassing over his father who was now down to the fourth and unworthy of standing in front of the other Death Eaters. Next to Oliver was my last and third husband, Ronald Weasley. Ron, too, wasn't so proud of his ranking but he was glad that he was always able to be near me because of it. It felt so weird marring him but I am grateful for the fierce protection he gives me when I'm afraid or in danger.

Behind my chair stood two women. The first was also married to Ronald and my best friend, Lavender Brown/Weasley. She didn't need a ranking to stand up here: Being my best friend and Ron's wife was good enough. Next to her was my other best friend and was married to Draco: Virginia Weasley/Malfoy, or Ginny as we used to call her. Ginny was a name only used in secret because it reminded Voldemort that she once had a life outside of this whole thing.

I am considered the loveliest Death Eater ever in the history, which I have even read in books. It's normally said that Death Eaters that are female grow quickly out of beauty to match their cold hearts. But somehow, through my horrible almost a year of living here, I managed to keep my beauty high, and so did Lavender and Ginny.

Now, I bet you're wondering why I am even on the dark side, right?

Flashback

Harry and Hermione, both 17, sat on their living room floor of their brand new two-story home, playing with their 5-week-old daughter, Emerald- Sapphire Angel Potter. While in the mid of playing with their daughter, they heard a crash outside. Both looked at each other, but ignored it, passing it off as something that didn't need their attention, going back to their discussion about their wedding that was to be held the next day. They had already heard enough from everyone about having a child five weeks before they married, but they didn't mind. They felt that their daughter was the best thing that ever happened to them.

"Oh Harry, can you believe this? I sure can't." Hermione said, smiling up at her fiancé. Harry looked up at her, confused.

"Can't believe what, love?" Harry asked her, smiling down at Emerald- Sapphire who was happily giggling.

"This word of bliss we're living in. I mean look at us, fresh out of school with the worlds prettiest girl that's all ours and married to the ones we know her love." Hermione replied, holding their daughter now in her lap and looking down into her eyes. Harry reached a hand out and lifted her chin up, smiling.

"She may the prettiest girl in the world, but it takes a beautiful woman to make a pretty girl." Hermione smiled at her fiancé's corniness but still accepted the sweet, passion-filled kiss that he gave her. Then, suddenly, our door flew open and off of it's frame, Death Eaters filling into the room with Voldemort in the middle, The two breaking out of their own little world, frightened.

"Hermione, take Emma and go! Get out of here!" Harry shouted fierily with more rage in his voice and eyes that Hermione had ever seen. Harry bolted straight up, facing Voldemort, ignoring the pain in his forehead.

"Harry, I can't! Harry I'm so terrified." Hermione said, standing up with her daughter pressed to her chest, the child sobbing on her. Harry turned to her and in a quick movement pulled her to him so that he wouldn't be caught off guard. Hermione buried her head in his T-shirt, on of Harry's strong arms wrapped around her waist, the other at his side ready to grab his wand if needed. Hermione winced at the pain in her hip where Harry held to her so tightly, her body pressed to his. She knew that he was only trying to protect her, but if protection hurt then she didn't want it. Harry saw the pain in his lover's eyes and let her go.

"Hermione, run into our room and stay there. Promise that you won't come down no matter what. Do you understand?" Harry asked her, not bothering to whisper.

"But Har—" Harry placed a finger over her warm lips, silencing her.

"Promise me, 'Mione. Promise." Hermione kissed him with all the passion she would muster, the Death Eaters slightly disgusted by the way Harry accepted such a kiss from a mudblood. When she pulled away she turned away, tears streaming down her face. She stopped in front of the two Death Eaters that blocked her way to the stairs.

"Move." Hermione said in a meek voice, feeling powerless and small in front of the two.

"Like we'd listen to you, mudblood!" One of them laughed, pushing her down to the floor. Emma, who had stopped crying a bit before her parents had kissed, began to cry once more. Harry turned around and saw Hermione lying on the floor, Emma still close to her chest. Harry felt even more rage at the moment then ever; no one dared to mess with the ones he loved. Voldemort gave a small chuckle at Harry's rage and looked at the two Death Eaters blocking Hermione's path.

"Gentlemen please, let her through. This is no place for a lady and a child to be. And besides, once Potter here is gone, she'll be more fun to push around once her little lover is gone." Some of the Death Eaters laughed a little at their master's comment. Harry walked over to Hermione and helped her up. She walked over and the two that had pushed her down moved aside so she could pass. Before vanishing into the dark shadows of the second story, she took one last glance at Harry, who returned her loving gaze, before slipping into the shadows.

"Give it up Potter." Voldemort said to Harry as soon as Harry had turned back to him, his red eyes glaring at the teenaged man. The Death Eaters stood there, awaiting their master's command.

"I'll never give up." Harry said back, his voice slicked in an icy tone.

"Either you give yourself up, or we kill the mudblood and child." Voldemort smiled evilly then added, "which would be a pity because your fiancé is one of the most beautiful women in this world, even for a mudblood." Harry took out his wand and pointed it at Voldemort.

"Get the hell out of my house and leave Hermione and Emma alone!" Harry shouted at Voldemort. Little did he know that Hermione was sitting at the top of the stairs watching Harry and Voldemort.

"Learn to respect others, you ungrateful disgrace to the wizarding world! Engaged and with a mudblood, I've never heard of such a disgusting thing in all my life! One would think that the 'great Harry Potter' would have more sense than to marry someone like her and conceive a child with her. Revolting." Voldemort spat.

"You have no idea what you're saying!" Harry yelled.

"She's a nothing in our world!" Voldemort paused and looked up at the stairs, spotting Hermione. "Ever wonder, my faithful Death Eaters, if Mudblood actually bleed out mud?" Voldemort asked, a plan in his head. Hermione gasped her eyes wide. Voldemort took out his wand and pointed it at Hermione, muttering a curse that Harry have never heard before in his life. Hermione fell down the stairs in pain, landing stretched across four stairs, her head on the bottom one. Voldemort pushed his Dearth Eaters aside and approaching the moaning girl.

"She bleeds red. What a surprise." Voldemort kicked her shoulder and turned back to Harry who was currently terrified at the sight of his only love bleeding on their stairs, moaning in grave pain.

"Goodbye Potter. Avada Kedevra!" With that, the curse shot from his wand and at Harry, who screamed in pain. Hermione watched from her upside-down view as the green light surrounded him. Quickly she got up, turning around, her pain forgotten.

"Harry!" Hermione cried frantically as Harry was shot against the wall from another spell. Laughter filled the room as they watched the famous Harry Potter die, Lord Voldemort leaving the house. Finally, Harry was lying on the floor, trying to live on. Hermione pushed through the Death Eaters and to her loves side, taking his blooding hand in her bruised one.

"Harry, Harry please don't leave me! I need you! I can't live with out you and I knew Em can't either! Oh please Harry, don't die! Harry I love you. Harry, please don't die!" Hermionie cried, tears searing down her bleeding cheek and falling onto his face. Harry looked up into her concerned and loving eyes, his own emerald ones matching hers. He reached a hand up and placed it on her lips to silence her again.

"Hermione, I love you and Emma, don't forget that." And with that, Harry's hand fell and she watched his body go limp, the color draining from his skin. Hermione began to cry harder than she knew possible, banging the floor with angry fists.

"Why, why, why? Why god, why take him from me. He needs me and I need him!" Hermione cried, her forehead on his stomach. One of the Death Eaters grabbed the arm that wasn't slamming the carpet. He had enough strength to pull her to her feet without even trying and leading me outside. When I noticed that I was outside, I frantically took my daughter from the arms of a female Death Eater that was holding her. Hermione looked up to see Lord Voldemort smirking down at her.

"Poor little Mudblood, all alone with her little child, no one to turn to now. There is no hope for him surviving, you know. He's already dead. The only option you have left to keep your child from facing the same fate as her father and grandparents is for you to protect her. But how can one so weak protect her from one like myself. I will tell you, by marrying me and becoming a Death Eater. What do you say my dear? Choose death for the both of you, or a life?" Voldemort reached a hand out to her. She wasn't sure why he was doing this, but if Emma survived.... Hermione looked up at him, and thought for a moment. Finally, with a shaking arm, Hermione Granger placed her small, warm hand in Lord Voldemort's large cold ones, sealing her fate and taking Hermione Granger away forever.

End of flashback

From there, Oliver, Lavender, and Ron all joined the Death Eaters in sadness of the loss of their best friend. Ginny was already married to Draco and was already a Death Eater along with her husband. So this is where that hand of mine led me, isn't it? That damned hand left me to raise my now 3-year-old daughter in a world of hate and try to protect her from the Death Eaters who where hungry to kill her. I began to listen to what milord was saying.

"It's been three years since we defeated the famous Harry Potter and we all went down in history books, as if we already weren't. How do you all suggest we celebrate this joyous event?" the whole room, except for the ones in the front with me, all screamed the same thing: Kill the young Potter! Voldemort looked over at me smirking as if he wanted it to happen. I glared at him and kneeled down, my little daughter who was hiding behind Lavender's leg running into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I placed one hand on her back and glared at them all.

"Lay one of your cold hands on my daughter and I'll hex you all as if there was no tomorrow, and don't you think I won't do it!" I snapped at them, still glaring. Everyone whimpered in fear. They have seen me do it once before to one Death Eater who tried to kill my sweet child. I ended up killing him because I was so angry.

I was so angry I stormed out of the room, Lavender and Ginny following me, those two where my best friends and ladies in waiting. I went into the room my daughter and I, and my ladies shared (I refused to let her sleep in her room alone in a home full of Death Eaters) and slammed the door, using a spell to lock the door. I went onto my bed and sat down, letting Emma down as well.

"Lady Hermione, you have every right to do this, you know that." Lavender said as she took my little daughter over to her bed. Ginny lit another candle in the room so we could have some more light. We had windows in this room, and of course they had a spell on them, but it was always pitch black around here. Emma looked at me with confusion in her blue-green eyes. Harry and I never knew how she got her eyes to be that color, but they were just the same. Emma had curly golden brown hair like mine, but what separated her hair from mine were her natural black roots and streaks that she got from her farther. We named her Emerald-Sapphire because those where to two colors of her eyes.

And yet, like my eyes, sometimes her eyes would turn a dark purple. It only happened when I was mad. I lay down on my velvet scarlet sheets and crossed my arms over my stomach. Emma walked over to me and crawled onto my bed with me, rubbing my back.

"Mommy, it's okay. I love you." She said. I smiled. I had taught my daughter so much. I was so proud of her.

"Mommy loves you too." I replied to Emma. She continued to rub my back, calming me down. Ginny smiled at her and walked over in front of me.

"Don't worry, Lady Hermione. We will all always be here for you. We are your friends and that's what we are for." Ginny told me, smiling. I smiled back and she went over to her bed, lying down. Lavender was sitting on Emma's little bed, looking at a stuffed white owl that she had given Emma at her birth.

"Lav, you okay?" I asked my best friend. She looked up at me and smiled weakly.

"Who does this remind you of?" She asked me, holding up the snowy stuff doll. I smiled back at her.

"Hedwig. Man I miss that owl. Her young are with Sirius, waiting for us. I also miss Sirius. If he where here, he could help us." I had always had faith in Sirius because he was Harry's secret keeper and mine. I didn't blame him for Harry's death because Sirius was at trial that day to let the court know how he was doing since his name was cleared in 6th year. No, I blamed myself for not trying to help my true love. Lavender smiled at me and walked over to her bed, lying down as well. We all where tired and afraid in the lives that we lived.

Our dreams where the only places that we all liked to be besides this room. In our dreams, we could all be happy. That's also why we all loved this room as much as we loved my little daughter. Here, we role played with Emma about a perfect life that would be if everything was the way it should be. Emma brought out the best in all of us, the real child within. Ginny and Lavender both treated my daughter as their own, loving her, pampering her, and protecting her like I did. She was all of our joy. I fell asleep and dreamed my normal dream, a dream about my wedding with Harry. I would dream of the wedding that should have been and the life that would have followed it. But this night, my dream was different.

In my dream

Harry and I kissed and our friends and family cheered us on. We pulled away and I smiled.

"Harry, I love you. I'm so happy this day finally came." I said to him, looking into his green eyes.

"So am I love, so am i." With that, we grabbed our daughter and walked down the isle, bubbles showering us as we went into the limo. After us came Lavender and Ron, the made of honor and best man. After then were my cousin Serenati and her boyfriend, Sean. Then Sean's twin, Dawn and our old friend, Sirius. We all loaded in and decided we would take the long way to the reception building so we could talk. But suddenly, the car crashed and it seemed to kill Harry. I screamed in horror at my husband's dead form. Suddenly, I wasn't in the limo anymore, but standing at Harry's grave. I heard an evil laugh and turned around, and now I was standing at the alter, wearing an icky black wedding dress and was getting married to Voldemort.

Then we where back at Harry's grave and next to it were Emma's grave, as well as Lavender's, Ginny's, Ron's and Oliver's', showing that my daughter died when she was five. I cried and Voldemort said that his Death Eaters didn't mean to kill her. I was suddenly thrown in a black room where taunting words and evil laughs filled my ears, saying everything was 'all my fault'.

Out of dream

I tossed and turned in my bed, mumbling, "It's not my fault. It's not my fault!" over and over again until I finally shot up, sweating and panting hard. I looked around my room and saw that my daughter was still lying next to and me my friends where still there. I panted and got up, changing out of my robes and into my green tank top and green shorts. I washed my face and sighed. I went back into my room and grabbed the stuffed owl. I looked at its amber eyes and carried it over to my bed with me. I laid behind Emma and put my arms around her, doll still in my hands. I fell asleep again and dreamed a normal dream.

-End

Did u like it? I still think that the original was awful! This is a bit more descriptive! I hope you did! Please review for me! Thanx! ALSO I'm going to be revising some of my other chapters!

-Serenity ^.^

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