Chapter One – The Marking
Hermione flung herself on her knees, clutched the hem of His long, black robes, and kissed it.
'Good evening, my Lord.' She purred.
'Stand up, Granger.' The cold voice of the Dark Lord himself said.
Hermione stood up and bowed while walking backwards.
'Are you ready?'
'Of course, my Lord...' she said.
Death Eaters were standing in a circle around them, they were watching eagerly at the scene that was unfolding in front of them.
'Give me your arm.'
Hermione hold out her arm. She gasped when the Dark Lord's ice cold, spider like fingers tuck up her sleeve, and touched her soft skin.
He looked somewhat doubtfully at her arm.
'Are you prepared to give up your own freedom, and obey my orders blindly?' He asked.
'Yes, I am.' She said.
'Will you obey only my orders, the ones of me, Lord Voldemort, greatest sorcerer of the world?'
'I will obey only You, my Lord.'
'Are you prepared to kill everyone who doesn't agree my laws?'
'Yes, I am.'
He nodded in approval, and took a short pause before asking his next question.
'Are prepared to die for your Lord?'
Hermione looked into the cruel red eyes of her Master, and said, determined:
'Of course I am, my Lord.'
A buzz burst out in the group of Death Eaters, one of them took some steps forwards, and said.
'She, my Lord, is the best friend of Harry Potter.'
He took of his hood, and Hermione recognized him immediately as Draco Malfoy. His pale grey eyes and pointy faces were full of pure rancour when he looked at her.
She smirked.
'Isn't this so-called "friendship" an advantage for our Lord?'
Malfoy gave her a puzzled look.
'This "friendship", like you call it, is nothing more than a way in which I can spy on Potter (she spat the name out as if was dirt), and that old crackpot fool of a Dumbledore.'
Her eyes, too, revealed hatred.
There was a profound silence.
'And give me one good reason why we should trust you, you filthy little Mudblood.' Said the voice of no-one less than Lucius Malfoy, who went to stand next to his son.
The Dark Lord looked at them, clearly interested in what they were about to say.
'Didn't you know, my Lord? She is a Muggleborn.'
Voldemort's interested face became menace.
'I am fully aware of the fact she's a Mudblood, Lucius. Thank you. But, however, I was not completely aware of her friendship with Potter.' The Lord looked at Hermione, and said, 'Please, continue, young master Malfoy.'
Malfoy bowed, and continued.
'Ever since the first year Granger was the best friend of that Potter boy, and she's on really friendly terms with Dumbledore too, sir.'
Everybody looked at Hermione now.
'Well, Malfoy. As you've shown everybody already today, you seem to know quite everything about my private life. And, if you do, you should have noticed I haven't talked to Potter since the twenty-fourth of April, right?'
Her voice was calm, but her arm in the Dark Lord's hand was trembling in rage.
Lord Voldemort looked in Hermione's eyes, and she knew he tried to find anything that could prove the contrary. But, in any case, he couldn't.
She had nothing to hide.
'Miss Granger IS going to be marked, my beloved Death Eaters.'
Nobody had the guts to contradict.
Voldemort took his wand, and placed the tip on her smooth skin. A jolt of excitement rushed through Hermione.
"Finally..." she thought.
The Lord whispered the so-welcome words and a pain cut trough her body like she had never felt before.
She didn't flinch, she didn't whimper, she didn't even blink. She just sneered, happy for the first time in months.
The pain stopped as abruptly as it had come.
The Dark Mark had appeared on her right underarm, and she started to grin more broadly. Finally she was one of them.
Lord Voldemort showed her a place in the circle of Death Eaters. It was a pity she needed to stand next to Malfoy Junior, but however this would not spoil her pleasure.
'You filthy little Mudblood.' He hissed when she took her place.
'Go fuck yourself, Malfoy.' She answered.
'Now, let us celebrate our new gained member. A toast seems to be on his place...' he did not need to say more.
Immediately some House-Elves came trotting inside who carried big dinner- trays full of drinks.
Hermione flinched when she saw the have bandaged House-Elves. But pulled herself together, and took a glass of Champagne.
'To our new asset: Hermione Granger!' Voldemort called out, his voice was less cruel than usual.
They all raised their glassed to toast, and said: 'To Hermione Granger, our new fellow-Death Eater!'
Draco hardly mumbled "Granger" before leaving the circle with his father.
She had hardly had time to look around her, when Severus Snape clutched her arm and guided her towards a far corner of the room.
'What the hell do you think you're doing?' he whispered.
His eyes protruded and his face was barely fife inch from hers.
She smirked.
'What do you think I am doing here.... sir?' she purred.
'Don't you try being funny, girl.' He spat.
Hermione ignored Snape's comment.
'You can bring the Order in danger by acting like a fool. It is my task to spy on the Dark Lord and give that information to the Order.'
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
'Who says I want to be a spy for the Order?'
It was as though Snape had just swallowed a peck of Stinksap.
'You... you didn't... you wanted to become a Death Eater?'
She looked him in the eyes, and laughed.
'Of course I do.' She said, as if it was an obvious thing to do.
Snape just stared at her.
'Have you got any idea how serious this is?' he said, while barely moving his lips. 'Haven't you even thought about what Dumbledore would say if I'll tell him?'
'But you won't.' she said simply.
'I beg your pardon.' Snape said, utterly confused.
'You won't tell Dumbledore, because, if you do, I'll tell the Dark Lord about your sneaky purpose.'
A loud shout broke off their conversation, and Hermione looked round.
Some just-apparated hooded figures seemed to have captured some Muggles. She walked towards tem, like the other Death Eaters, and they formed their circle once more.
Hermione saw the hungry looks on the non-masked Death Eater's faces, most of them had got their wands ready.
'Be polite, McNair. Where are your manners?' The Dark Lord said when McNair had grabbed a Muggle woman by the arm already, the woman shuddered. 'Lady's first,' He beckoned some female Death Eaters, 'And Miss Granger, of course...'
Hermione walked towards a man of about twenty.
'Come on, sweetie.' She purred while taking the boy towards the border of the room, some other Death Eaters where already raping their victim.
She could see the terrifying look in the boy's eyes.
'Don't be afraid, this will be your last time so you better enjoy it.' She said playfully.
The boy watched in disbelieve while Hermione was unfastening his trousers.
'You were a good fuck.' She admitted, about half an hour later. 'But well, there's nothing I can do with you now any more.'
She sneered, and took out her wand.
'Good bye,' she whispered.
'Avada Kedavra!'
And with a rush of green light he was dead.
Hermione flung herself on her knees, clutched the hem of His long, black robes, and kissed it.
'Good evening, my Lord.' She purred.
'Stand up, Granger.' The cold voice of the Dark Lord himself said.
Hermione stood up and bowed while walking backwards.
'Are you ready?'
'Of course, my Lord...' she said.
Death Eaters were standing in a circle around them, they were watching eagerly at the scene that was unfolding in front of them.
'Give me your arm.'
Hermione hold out her arm. She gasped when the Dark Lord's ice cold, spider like fingers tuck up her sleeve, and touched her soft skin.
He looked somewhat doubtfully at her arm.
'Are you prepared to give up your own freedom, and obey my orders blindly?' He asked.
'Yes, I am.' She said.
'Will you obey only my orders, the ones of me, Lord Voldemort, greatest sorcerer of the world?'
'I will obey only You, my Lord.'
'Are you prepared to kill everyone who doesn't agree my laws?'
'Yes, I am.'
He nodded in approval, and took a short pause before asking his next question.
'Are prepared to die for your Lord?'
Hermione looked into the cruel red eyes of her Master, and said, determined:
'Of course I am, my Lord.'
A buzz burst out in the group of Death Eaters, one of them took some steps forwards, and said.
'She, my Lord, is the best friend of Harry Potter.'
He took of his hood, and Hermione recognized him immediately as Draco Malfoy. His pale grey eyes and pointy faces were full of pure rancour when he looked at her.
She smirked.
'Isn't this so-called "friendship" an advantage for our Lord?'
Malfoy gave her a puzzled look.
'This "friendship", like you call it, is nothing more than a way in which I can spy on Potter (she spat the name out as if was dirt), and that old crackpot fool of a Dumbledore.'
Her eyes, too, revealed hatred.
There was a profound silence.
'And give me one good reason why we should trust you, you filthy little Mudblood.' Said the voice of no-one less than Lucius Malfoy, who went to stand next to his son.
The Dark Lord looked at them, clearly interested in what they were about to say.
'Didn't you know, my Lord? She is a Muggleborn.'
Voldemort's interested face became menace.
'I am fully aware of the fact she's a Mudblood, Lucius. Thank you. But, however, I was not completely aware of her friendship with Potter.' The Lord looked at Hermione, and said, 'Please, continue, young master Malfoy.'
Malfoy bowed, and continued.
'Ever since the first year Granger was the best friend of that Potter boy, and she's on really friendly terms with Dumbledore too, sir.'
Everybody looked at Hermione now.
'Well, Malfoy. As you've shown everybody already today, you seem to know quite everything about my private life. And, if you do, you should have noticed I haven't talked to Potter since the twenty-fourth of April, right?'
Her voice was calm, but her arm in the Dark Lord's hand was trembling in rage.
Lord Voldemort looked in Hermione's eyes, and she knew he tried to find anything that could prove the contrary. But, in any case, he couldn't.
She had nothing to hide.
'Miss Granger IS going to be marked, my beloved Death Eaters.'
Nobody had the guts to contradict.
Voldemort took his wand, and placed the tip on her smooth skin. A jolt of excitement rushed through Hermione.
"Finally..." she thought.
The Lord whispered the so-welcome words and a pain cut trough her body like she had never felt before.
She didn't flinch, she didn't whimper, she didn't even blink. She just sneered, happy for the first time in months.
The pain stopped as abruptly as it had come.
The Dark Mark had appeared on her right underarm, and she started to grin more broadly. Finally she was one of them.
Lord Voldemort showed her a place in the circle of Death Eaters. It was a pity she needed to stand next to Malfoy Junior, but however this would not spoil her pleasure.
'You filthy little Mudblood.' He hissed when she took her place.
'Go fuck yourself, Malfoy.' She answered.
'Now, let us celebrate our new gained member. A toast seems to be on his place...' he did not need to say more.
Immediately some House-Elves came trotting inside who carried big dinner- trays full of drinks.
Hermione flinched when she saw the have bandaged House-Elves. But pulled herself together, and took a glass of Champagne.
'To our new asset: Hermione Granger!' Voldemort called out, his voice was less cruel than usual.
They all raised their glassed to toast, and said: 'To Hermione Granger, our new fellow-Death Eater!'
Draco hardly mumbled "Granger" before leaving the circle with his father.
She had hardly had time to look around her, when Severus Snape clutched her arm and guided her towards a far corner of the room.
'What the hell do you think you're doing?' he whispered.
His eyes protruded and his face was barely fife inch from hers.
She smirked.
'What do you think I am doing here.... sir?' she purred.
'Don't you try being funny, girl.' He spat.
Hermione ignored Snape's comment.
'You can bring the Order in danger by acting like a fool. It is my task to spy on the Dark Lord and give that information to the Order.'
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
'Who says I want to be a spy for the Order?'
It was as though Snape had just swallowed a peck of Stinksap.
'You... you didn't... you wanted to become a Death Eater?'
She looked him in the eyes, and laughed.
'Of course I do.' She said, as if it was an obvious thing to do.
Snape just stared at her.
'Have you got any idea how serious this is?' he said, while barely moving his lips. 'Haven't you even thought about what Dumbledore would say if I'll tell him?'
'But you won't.' she said simply.
'I beg your pardon.' Snape said, utterly confused.
'You won't tell Dumbledore, because, if you do, I'll tell the Dark Lord about your sneaky purpose.'
A loud shout broke off their conversation, and Hermione looked round.
Some just-apparated hooded figures seemed to have captured some Muggles. She walked towards tem, like the other Death Eaters, and they formed their circle once more.
Hermione saw the hungry looks on the non-masked Death Eater's faces, most of them had got their wands ready.
'Be polite, McNair. Where are your manners?' The Dark Lord said when McNair had grabbed a Muggle woman by the arm already, the woman shuddered. 'Lady's first,' He beckoned some female Death Eaters, 'And Miss Granger, of course...'
Hermione walked towards a man of about twenty.
'Come on, sweetie.' She purred while taking the boy towards the border of the room, some other Death Eaters where already raping their victim.
She could see the terrifying look in the boy's eyes.
'Don't be afraid, this will be your last time so you better enjoy it.' She said playfully.
The boy watched in disbelieve while Hermione was unfastening his trousers.
'You were a good fuck.' She admitted, about half an hour later. 'But well, there's nothing I can do with you now any more.'
She sneered, and took out her wand.
'Good bye,' she whispered.
'Avada Kedavra!'
And with a rush of green light he was dead.