Don't sue me, it's just a bit of fun.
"Don't you realize? The Death Eaters captured you and Ron. They were torturing you to find the whereabouts of Harry Potter."
"But why did he save me?" Hermione asked. "He hates me. He hates me down
to my very blood."
"He never hated you," Déa replied. "He had to pretend he did. His father would have punished him greatly if he hadn't pretended he did. He is a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. Or, at least he was."
"What do you mean?" Hermione felt that she already knew the answer.
"He died. Voldermort killed him when he found out about him being a spy. Oddly, you were never killed. You were pretending to be evil."
"Why was I allowed to marry him?" Hermione asked. "A muggle-born would never have been allowed to marry a Death Eater."
"No one says no to Voldermort's right-hand man. Not even Voldermort did, oddly enough. I think he feared Draco."
"That is certainly not the Draco I went to school with," Hermione said almost laughingly. "He wouldn't have scared a flea."
"You should have seen him at his height," Déa said. "Anyway, are you ready?"
"Ready for what?"
"Ready to meet yourself."
I know it's a bit far-fetched, but so is a wizarding community living right under our noses.
R/R!
