The Dark Lady
Chapter 3 – The H.Q
By gracie5412
Disclaimer – I don't own Harry Potter (this goes for chapters 1 & 2 as well as I forgot to add it to them).
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They arrived at the huge Riddle House in the evening and Hermione was quickly taken inside, bathed and dressed in fine deep green robes lined with silver. In the main dining room she was joined by ten of the most powerful and important deatheaters. Once they were all seated and accounted for they started planning for what they thought that their next move should be.
"We need more troops. You all have sons and daughters do you not? Have many have the mark already?" She asked. When no one answered she slammed her fist against the table and rose from her seat making a few of them jump. "This is unacceptable! Next weekend any children you have over the age of seventeen will be brought to me and they will receive their mark! They will pledge allegiance weather they like it or not! Do I make myself clear?" They all replied with their promises and she sat back down again.
"Now I will need to, of course, go back to Grimmauld Place. I will convince them that I'm the same old Hermione 'Mudblood' Granger and hopefully they will think that the trouble is mainly over for now. That will give us some time to gain new members and plan our moves carefully. Then when they're lax on their defences we shall strike and make ourselves known. And of course if they still think I'm just Hermione then I'll be able to get information for us to use and throw them off the scent if anyone suspects anything is going on." Hermione explained to them all, and of course they all readily agreed. "I shall go back tonight, and make up some crap about where I've been, you know I was scared so I apperate away from Grimmauld Place in case anyone was following me. Yes they'll like that, think I was being selfless or something. But I suppose I'll have to change back into what I was wearing before else they may suspect something. And I'll do something about my hair too I'll change it back brown when I'm around them. Ok you all may leave now. But be back for the weekend!" She snapped and they all quickly exited the room.
Hermione quickly walked to the room she had been bathed and changed in and grabbed her muddy, torn and tattered robes that lay on the bed where she had left them upon arrival. She stood in front of the full-length mirror and inspected her appearance. Her hair was still jet black and she had healed all the cuts and bruises from her body. She closed her eyes and started muttering a spell under her breath. Slowly a purple mist started circling the floor around her feet. Gradually it started making it's way up her legs and around her arms and torso until her whole body was in cased in the purple light. She stopped muttering words and it started spinning the other way back down to her feet. When it was completely gone she looked back into the mirror. All the blood and cuts and mud and bruises were back on her arms, face and legs. The gash along her left cheek was back and her hair was back to it longer, wavier brown self. She looked just as she had done before Voldemort had cast the spell on her. If it wasn't for the dark mark that now graced her wrist no one would tell any difference. She was just about to cast the same spell but just to cover up the mark when she heard a noise from behind her. Quick as a flash she turned to see who it was.
Draco Malfoy was stood in the doorway leaning against the frame spinning his wand in his left hand.
"Well, well the rumours are true! Hermione Granger just nineteen years old and completely bad to the bone. Leader of the Deatheaters no less, although it is a bit of a joke a mudblood commanding the purest of the pure."
"Oh no Malfoy not just bad but pure evil. And would you really talk to your new leader that way. I may not know the spells but my wand is full of magic just itching to blast you into oblivion right now and I wouldn't even bat an eyelid if I let it. So I'd watch my tongue. Got it?" Her eyes briefly flashed black without her control because of her anger.
"Of course Mistress, I would never question your leadership or power. I apologise for my comment it was not the place for me to make it."
"Very well, I suppose that your- " She started but suddenly stopped. A cry came from her lips and she collapsed as her knees buckled. Draco quickly ran to her side to offer her any help he could give.
"What's happening to me?" Hermione croaked her voice coated in panic.
"Oh don't worry, it's quite natural, it's just your body fighting for dominance. The goody-two-shoes side of you is weaker and will be crushed eventually but every now and then it may just push its way up for a while. Give it a month or two before it dies." Hermione now stood up, her appearance the way it was before the spell, her hair wavy and brown and her eyes a lighter shade of brown.
"Ah the bookworm still has strength." Draco hissed at the now good Hermione before pushing her to the floor and kicking her ribs. "I really would suggest giving up now Mudblood. My Mistress won't want you hanging on. It's not like Pot Head or Weasel will be able to save you, hell they won't even notice the difference." Draco laughed and Hermione's face winced in pain and her features changed to the gorgeous black haired evil woman who had been there before. Draco quickly aided his leader to her feet.
"Next time I change don't kick me in the ribs of I may just have to rip your eyes out of their sockets ok?" She snapped rubbing her side. "Prissy bitch though isn't she? What a shame I'm going to have to act like her for a while."
A loud knocked came to the door of Grimmauld Place and Fred Weasly opened the door. Hermione fell into his arms, weak and bleeding badly. He brought her into the hallway and called out for help. By the time Harry and Ron had arrived Hermione had regained consciousness and was lay on the floor breathing steadily.
"Hermione! Are you ok?" Harry cried running to her side.
"Yeh I'm fine." She said in a horse whisper "I did it Harry. I killed him, it's over!" Her lips formed a weak, pained smile.
"I know Hermione you were great. You saved both our lives. But where have you been? We looked for you for hours, you were nowhere."
"After – after it happen, I-I th-thought that perhaps someone may have followed me s-so I couldn't come back here, that'd lead them right to us all. I apperated around all night to throw them off. I ended up a few miles away and collapsed from exhaustion, so I borrowed a broom off someone and flew the rest of the way back. You know what I'm like on a broom well I'm even worse injured so it took a while." She wheezed a laugh.
"Quick get a medi-wizard!" Ron shouted.
"No!" Hermione protested. "No I'm fine, I'm just tired. I've been flying for ages. I just need some sleep. I'll be fine after some rest. Harry, Ron will you help me to my room?" She asked and the boys quickly took her by the arms and supported her to her room. They left a healing potion by her bedside before both giving her a kiss on the cheek goodnight and leaving. As soon as they shut the door behind her she sprang from the bed and tipped the potion down the sink in the bathroom next to her room. She changed the spell she had placed upon herself so the cuts and mud were no longer there and it just made her look like she had always done to Harry and Ron. Then she sent a quick letter to the death eaters to inform them of her safe arrival. An evil smile formed on her lips as she watch the owl flap away into the night. They hadn't suspected anything yet, she just needed to fake it for a few weeks then she would be able to leave and go back to where she belonged, The Riddle House, to give her orders and take control, just like it was intended.
