A/N: welcome all to my newest fanfiction. Rest assured though, that Diet Coke will NOT be abandoned. Diet coke is my first baby; I could never leave her alone until I post it all. But this is a more serious fic, and what I have so far, I am very happy with.

So, before I set loose my newest fic, I would like to give some background. While this is a Harry Potter fic, I am basing the world that they are living in on another book, titled "A Handmaid's Tale". I'm going to post below a summary of the world, simply because it is complex and it might help with understanding what is going on. Okay? Okay.

The Handmaid's Tale is set in the futuristic Republic of Gilead. Sometime in the future, conservative Christians take control of the United States and establish a dictatorship. Most women in Gilead are infertile after repeated exposure to pesticides, nuclear waste, or leakages from chemical weapons. The few fertile women are taken to camps and trained to be handmaidens, birth-mothers for the upper-class. Infertile lower-class women are sent either to clean up toxic waste or to become "Marthas," house servants. No women in the Republic are permitted to be openly sexual; sex is for reproduction only. The government declares this a feminist improvement on the sexual politics of today when women are seen as sex objects.

Chapter one: Stolen Life

I can't believe that I have been sentenced to this life. How could they take me away from Harry and Jenny? Who the fuck in their right mind would take a mother from her child and a wife from her husband for her bloody ovaries. Take them you bastards, but leave me. How the hell did this happen? We were almost there. We almost made it. I was an auror! How could I have become this? How?

Hermione Potter was sitting in the back of a large unmarked white van with many other women. She was lost in her own thoughts as the van trundled down the road. She didn't realize that it was her time to get out until two butch men man-handled her out of the van. She held tightly to her small black bag. It was the only thing she had left.

They had taken her books away at the camp. She wore the standard garb of the people she was like wore. She had no makeup. And she felt disgustingly unclean.

Hermione looked around her and felt something similar about this place. She couldn't make out what the house looked like though. It was large. She knew that. Only the upper-class got women like her. The night was dark and cloudy. The two men led Hermione to the door and rang the bell. She clasped both of her hands around the handle of her small black bag as she waited in anticipation. There was something about this place that was familiar.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the front door swung open and she was led through a dark hallway to a large room.

A young woman, walked in, that looked about Hermione's age, and wearing a dress similar to her's only it was a different color. She had a small round face with brilliant green eyes that looks like Harry's. The young woman tried to take Hermione's bag, but she wouldn't let it go. She only gripped the handle tighter.

"Don't worry" she said softly. Hermione looked flushed and her knuckles turned white from grasping her bag so tightly.

The green-eyed young woman leaned close to Hermione's ear and said "Are you a witch? Did you go to Hogwarts?" Hermione nodded and the young woman said "Do you have your wand?" with another nod from Hermione she said "Hid it under the mattress and I'll tell them that I destroyed it. You're not supposed to have them, but I like you, so I won't tell" Hermione nodded again but was afraid to trust the girl. She didn't know her.

Before Hermione could ask anything back a tall pale-skinned man walked in followed by a woman that looked much like the stuck-up rich snobs that lived down the street from Hermione's parents' muggle home.

The woman sat down on the window seat and the man walked to Hermione. His skin was pale, his hair blonde, and as he neared Hermione she smelled Ralph Lauren Polo, a rich sort of smell, with a hint of faint aftershave. His eyes were a blue-gray and Hermione felt as though she knew him.

"You are no Ofmalfoy" He spoke standing in front of her. He was a good four inches, maybe five, taller then her. The cardinal rule drilled into Hermione at camp was "don't speak directly to your commander". Hermione looked to the ground and nodded.

"Good then, you will call me Commander and you will not speak to my wife" She nodded again. He turned on his head and left, the woman following. Hermione stood still listening to the clicking of his boots fade down the corridor.

The young woman that was standing next to her said "Come, I'll show you your room" She said it in a motherly fashion that Hermione used to use with Jenny. How Hermione loathed this.

Hermione nodded, following her through the dark hallway where the commander had just been. She faintly smelled his scent in the air.

A/N: It's short as hell I KNOW! But I couldn't possibly continue. It's written in proper sections, they belong together. So now I am written chapter four, and I am thinking that I'll update once a week.