Hi everyone!!!  This is my new story.  I think it has a more exciting plot than my others and hopefully it will be better written.  The first part of this chapter may be boring because it is dealing with Hermione's true feelings and personality but it is important to the story.  Well here it is!!!!

Hermione always had a need to prove her abilities to the world.  Even as a young child she'd had this need.  While classmates were struggling to read, Hermione was reading small chapter books.  While classmates were learning simple addition, Hermione was already adding four digit numbers.

When Hermione went to Hogwarts, her need to be taken seriously intensified.  Now she had new knowledge to learn and excel in.  So Hermione strived to prove herself by burying herself in books.  She learned about the wizarding world to prepare her for anything she might face.

Yet there were still people who despised her.  Despite all of her hard work and studying, some people hated her for the one fact she couldn't change.  She was born to muggle parents. 

Hermione didn't care if people insulted her intelligence.  She didn't care if people insulted her looks.  She didn't even care if people told her that Ron and Harry were only her friends because they pitied her.  Hermione did care though, when someone called her a Mudblood.

Every syllable of the word sickened her.  It made her feel dirty, ugly and unwanted.

Hermione could never understand why people judged her by her blood.  Wasn't she a person just like any Pureblood?  If there was anything Hermione hated, it was someone disliking her before they got to know her.

When someone called her Mudblood, Hermione kept the hurt inside.  She didn't tell Harry or Ron how disgusting it made her feel.  She pretended not to care.  Hermione had perfected her acting skills in that area since the first time she was called Mudblood by Malfoy, in her Second Year.

Another thing Hermione had always wanted to do was go up to Voldemort and give him a lecture.  Now Hermione was not stupid, she knew this was an impossible dream, but sometimes she imagined it.  Yelling at Voldemort, telling him all the wrong things he had done, making him realize that he had wasted his life and finally showing him that blood did not matter so he could understand in those last seconds before Harry finally defeated Voldemort.

Again Hermione never told anyone this dream.  She was afraid they would laugh or tell her she was a silly girl.  Hermione wanted to be respected more than anything.

Hermione had always wondered why the sorting hat put her in Gryffindor.  You could say that she had been brave through all of those adventures with Harry and Ron but Hermione never felt that way.  She thought it was Harry that had always been the true person who showed bravery.

It was in her seventh year that the event that caused Hermione to show her bravery to the whole entire world happened.  The first time Hermione had to face danger alone.  This is the real start of Hermione's story.  A story that started, surprisingly, during the class almost everyone found the most boring, History of Magic.

"…The Goblin War of 1634 was one of the most…" Professor Binns droned on, putting more than half the class to sleep.  Though Hermione was not asleep, she was quite close to just putting her head down and resting.

Hermione might very well have begun to sleep if Professor Flitwick had not burst into that room.  He was out of breath and looked quite scared.  "Class," Flitwick said in a frantic voice, "There has been an attack on the school.  The Death Eaters are invading!  Evacuate now!  Everyone!"

Immediately the room went into utter chaos.  Some people began to scream their heads off.  Some people frantically ran out of the room.  Other people were sobbing wildly.  Harry was really the only person in control.  He rounded up a group of people and headed out the door.  "Anyone who wants to escape," he screamed actually sounding calm.  "Come with me!"

Hermione just sat, frozen with shock.  She didn't hear Harry as he screamed.  All she knew was that she should have recognized the signs.  That day an unusual amount of students had not been in classes.  She had just thought that a humongous group of students had decided to skip class thinking that the professors couldn't get them all in trouble.  Now she realized that the missing students varied from Slytherins to that Ravenclaw outcast that sat alone each day at meals.

Finally Hermione came to her senses and ran.  Harry and his group were long gone and though there were still some sobbing people in the room, it was practically empty.  Hermione ran and ran until she reached the doors.  She tried to open them but as hard as she pushed or pulled they remained closed.

Hermione took out her wand.  "Alohomora!" Hermione yelled.  The door still wouldn't open.

Hermione faced all the same problems with the windows and couldn't blast a hole through the wall either.  She was trapped.  Hermione prayed to God that Harry, Ron and all of her friends were safe.  At least it hadn't been any of them left in the room.

Hermione ran in the empty hallways.  When she came to a room or hallway where Death Eaters were torturing people, she walked calmly through it like she was a Slytherin strolling around, happily watching pain.  She blended right in and no one paid any attention to her.

She counted her lucky stars that she had changed a lot over the summer and any Death Eater who might have been looking for "Potter's Mudblood friend" would have a hard time recognizing her.  Over the summer, Hermione's hair had naturally changed from frizzy to curly.  This may have been because she let it grow down to her waist.  She had become quite slender and now seemed more confident of herself.  While these might seem like small changes, it made a big difference in the way she looked.

Hermione finally reached her secret room, only to hear noises from inside.  She braced herself to see which poor kid was in there and then looked.  Hermione was shocked to see Pansy Parkinson arguing with a Death Eater.  Hermione got close enough to hear the conversation.

"I don't want to be a Death Eater!  I don't want to kill people for fun!  I know you think you have the right to boss me around but I only obey people I respect and you lost my respect the second you became a Death Eater!"  Parkinson screamed.  Hermione got the idea that Parkinson knew this Death Eater from somewhere else.

"My Master says you are the only seventh year Slytherin who has not accepted yet.  He told me to make this proposal and take you to him if you agree or…" The Death Eater trailed off as if not wanting to finish.

Hermione realized why he did not want to finish when Parkinson spoke again.  "Or you'll have to kill me, Father.  Is that it?  Well I don't care!  I'd rather die then kill innocent people."

Parkinson's father looked on the verge of tears.  "Then I'm afraid I have to…" Again he could not finish his words.

"Kill me Father.  You know you have to.  I'm not even going to try to escape.  It's not worth the effort.  Just remember Father these are my last words.  A Pureblood who kills for no reason no longer has pure blood."

Hermione looked away, unable to see Parkinson's death.  What a horrible world where fathers could kill their daughters.  All Hermione heard was "Avada Kedavra!" and then it was all over.

She looked in the room again and saw Parkinson's lifeless body on the floor with her father sobbing on it.  That was when Hermione realized two things.  Even though Parkinson had always seemed like perfect Death Eater material, she wasn't.  Hermione decided that Parkinson might actually have been an okay person and from now on, she would call her Pansy.  Hermione also saw the Death Eater who was Pansy's father, looking so sad.  He hadn't wanted to do that, but he'd done it anyway.  Maybe he wasn't a horrible person either.  That's when Hermione formed her plan.

She walked in and tapped him on the shoulder.  Mr. Parkinson stopped crying for a few seconds to look up.  When he saw Hermione, he asked, "Who are you?  You're not a Slytherin I know that.  Are you making a request to join You-Know-Who?"

"No, I am not," Hermione said, "I'm here to request something of a different sort.  You see I am a Muggleborn and it's only a matter of time before someone finds me.  I have heard the exchange between you and your daughter and I have an idea.  I can change myself to look like Pansy and you can take me to your master.  If we do this you will not get tortured for not bringing Pansy and maybe I will be able to stir some distrust within his Death Eaters.  Of course I'm assuming you'd want to help me get rid of Voldemort after what happened to Pansy.  If I ever get found out then I will say I killed Pansy and you knew nothing about it."  Hermione said this all very professionally so he would consider helping her.

Mr. Parkinson looked like he was trying to decide, then he smiled.  "Ok," he said,  "I don't care about You-Know-Who.  He made me kill Pansy, and I'll never forgive him for that."

Hermione smiled.  "Thank you Mr. Parkinson, since I have your permission, I can do a certain spell to make me look like Pansy."

Hermione took one of Pansy's hairs and said the words of the very complicated spell.  She remembered how the first time she had came across this spell she had been shocked.  Why waste your time with a Polyjuice Potion, when all you had to do was have one of the person's hairs and say a spell?  Then Hermione found out that it would only work if the person or one of the person's relatives gave you permission to cast the spell.

This was the true moment of decision for Hermione herself.  Could she act as a convincing Pansy?  And even worse, could she block off her mind and trick even Voldemort?  Hermione had to take the risk.

They set off to meet Voldemort.

Well that's the chapter!  I hope you like it!  See you soon!