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Hermione raced down the marble steps that lead to the throne room.

'I'm so late, he's not gonna be happy. Perhaps he's in a good mood..' she thought upon reaching the large cold, metal door. Pushing the door open quickly, she stepped inside and shuddered involuntarily. The room was freezing.

He waved Hermione over with his hand. She stood infront of his chair and took interest in the skulls protruding from the top. They looked hideous, real and decaying. She closed her eyes and opened them as he begun talking.

"Has it been taken care of?"

"Yes, the DiMoe's will never be a problem again,"

"Good, those muggles needed taking care of," he smiled at the thought of them, in their coffins.

Hermione noticed this and smiled on the inside. She didn't kill the DiMoe's, she had never been a murderer. She only told them to move to another country for their protection. They did. She did obey his orders technically as he had said 'Take them out'. She snapped out of her thoughts as he begun to talk again.

"I'm glad their dead. Your quite skilled at doing that for me...there will be, of course many more people needed to be killed later on,"

"No," whispered Hermione, now totally interested in the floors pattern.

"What did you just say?"

"No," she repeated, "I'm not going to hurt any more people, Riddle,"

Voldemort laughed a cruel laugh, forgetting that she just called him Riddle instead of Lord.

"But my dear, you must do as I say. Remember, you sold your soul to me to save your boyfriends life," he hissed through his yellow teeth.

"How could I forget?" Hermione retorted staring Voldemort right in the eye.

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Hermione sat in the drenched grass, the sky thundering above her as she held the head of her dying boyfriend James.

"James, please don't leave, I love you, please don't do this to me,"

"Herms, I-I-'m sorry, but I want you t-to know.." at this he started coughing up blood.

"I want you to know I l-love you to," he closed his eyes and his heartbeat became fainter. "I Just...I wish that we could have more time together, t-to do the things we p-planned...fore me to...to say things I want to, to say," he whispered, eyes still closed.

Hermione laid his head gently onto the grass as she stood up and lifted her hands above her head and bringing them crashing to the ground, swearing in anger & frustration. Anger at the criminal with the gun, and anger at her boyfriend not believeing he can get through this.

"Gods, someone please help us!! I need a doctor, someone PLEASE, Can ANYONE HEAR ME?!?!" she started to sob next to her boyfriend. The bullet had gone deep into his stomach and the closet hospital was miles and miles away, seeing as how they were in the middle of no-where.

"Somebody HELP us!!"

At that moment a black figure appeared in a puff of smoke and glided over to the pair.

Hermione, thinking the creature was Death put herself over James.

"Now now, let me have a look at whom I am rescuing," said the voice from behind the cloak.

Hermione removed herself from James and let the figure look at him.

"Oh yes I see, dying from a bloody muggle contraption," he said.

"Your magical?" Hermione mentally smacked herself, 'Duh' she thought 'He appeared from a puff of smoke'

He turned his cloak to face her, the darkness peering out.

"I know how to save him," he said.

"W-What, I mean how?" she asked surprised.

In a wisp of smoke he pulled out a scroll of parchment. The print was fairly tiny but was readable. "You-your going to save him...with a piece of paper?"

"All you have to do is sign this little baby and your boyfriend is healthy and very much alive," said the cloaked figure, holding out the parchment.

"I don't sign anything that I don't read first," said Hermione, eyeing the paper suspiciously. 'And I'm much more smarter than that' she added as a afterthought.

"You can read it if you want, but that wastes time and your boyfriend is dying over there,"

Hermione turned around and studied James. His face was pale and she could tell there wasn't much time left. "Whats in this for you?" "What, can't I help out a fellow witch?" Hermione raised her eyebrow, "Alrite here's the deal. You owe me, lets say...a favour," "Thats whats on the parchment?" He nodded slowly and even though she couldn't see his face she assumed he was smirking.

Making a decision quickly she held out her hand.

"Gimme the parchment and a quill,"

"A little bossy aren't we? I don't have a quill on me so just sign in blood it works well enough,"

"Just use your wand to bring me a quill,"

"Don't have one here, why don't you?" asked the figure.

"If I had my wand on me, my boyfriend wouldn't be dying," snarled Hermione.

"Well sign the damn contract and he will live,"

"Alright then, but he must be alright,"

"Yes, I promise," he said, handing Herimone the parchment and a sharp dagger.

She cut the top of her finger with it and signed the bottom of the paper H.Granger.

Once it was done, the contract vanished in a smoke and everything was silent except for James getting up in amazement. Hermione had tears cascading down her face and the figure smirked as he pulled down his hood to reveal the hideous face of Lord Voldemort.

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"And do you remember what he did to you?" asked Voldemort.

"Left you. For a wealthy model. He LIED to you, how betrayed did you feel?"

"Shut-up and leave the past alone, I'm trying to forget and besides your the one who lied to me favour my ass, more like favourS for the rest of my life," said Hermione, grinding her teeth.

"You can't and never will forget as long as I live," said Voldemort with a evil smirk.

"Which hopefully won't be that long," said Hermione, smiling innocently.

Voldemorts eyes flashed dangerously before returning to normal.

"I'll pretend you never said that but for the moment you have a new mission,"

"Another one?! This is the thrid one in four days!"

"You should be thankful it's not the fourth, and you better not muck this one up, because if you do there's going to be hell to pay,"

"Yeah ok I understand, I won't muck up what-ever you have in store," said Hermione, casting her eyes to the floor once more as Voldemort wrapped a arm around her pulling her close to him.

"Well it's quite simple really but it involves Firenze,"

"Oh great," said Hermione sarcastically.

"But you might want to watch out for when he morphs," advises Voldemort.

"Morphs? Centaurs can't morph,"

"Centaur? He's not a centaur. He's a vampire,"

"A vampire?! What do you want me to do with a vampire?" asked Hermione.

"Well the dark side has never had a vampire on it so it would be unexpected to the light side,"

"Nope I'm not doing anything to help the dark side win over the light,"

"Yes you will, I tell you what to do and you will get that vampire over here. If you do this task I'll let you take 2 days off of missions," said Voldemort.

"What if I don't?" asked Hermione cautiously.

"Umm, I don't know I'll think of something later, at the moment go get some sleep because in the morning I want you to leave for Hollow trouble to bring him to the dark side,"

Hermione turned and left out the door, letting it slam behind her as she made her way to her chambers letting Voldemort work on his latest plan.

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Hermione's meeting with Firenze, what does he want??

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