Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter like I own the sun.

Author Note: 1st off, I LOVE MY REVIEWERS!-hugs-! Everytime I get a review I'm like 'AW!'...so I really thank you guys for being so supportive! It's truely like Christmas everytime that 'You've got mail' sign pops up! Okies...2nd...that last chappy was a tad confussling...basically...Hermione's been sent to retrieve a child that's Robert Allen Black's son (R.A.B. in the note that Harry found in the locket in HBP). She's like all evil cause...well...you'll see soon enough. But anyway, she's appreanting (I have no clue how you spell that...you know the thing where they like teleport -goes Xmen there for a secound-) everywhere and doin all this stuff for Voldie. So...yeah...story people...

Chapter 3

Introductions

The sunlight poured in from the window and created dizzy lights and shapes behind Hermione's eyes as she awoke. It warmed her skin, but soon another cloud won the battle and hid the earth from the glowing sun. The cloud lazily drifted on by, and let the sun shine again, only for the whole process to start over. A pounding sensation echoed through her head as she moved. Her eyes were blurry to her surroundings and it took moments for her brown eyes to focus. The light streamed in through the dirty window and shadows all around her shifted.

Finally, it all started to piece together and her brain found the memory of last night. Her arm was healed, but it was painfully sore. Her shoulder shot a searing pain through her body, but she did not wince. She was numb to it all.

-Flashback-

Draco carefully traced around the ring on her finger. He lifted her hand and kissed it. They were at last married. Although, Voldemort had no clue. He'd be furious if they were. Not only for the fact that he felt he desevered Hermione, but also for the fact that they now had connections. Connections, emotions, made the job a lot harder.

She didn't know how she fell for Draco. It was quite appearent that he might end up with Ginny Weasley, but never her. But Draco seemed to be able to look after her, make her feel like she was safe. But in reality, there was never such a thing as being safe. At least when Voldemort knows where you are at all times. Hermione had fallen, deeply, passionatly, blindly in love, and dear Draco had taken her to the dark side. And smart Hermione had fallen for it all. Soon, she found herself in total dedication to Voldemort's services, and with her extream book-smarts and easy-to-learn nature, she was soon trained up by Belletrix and was quickly at top of the charts. Voldemort's faithful servant. His 'mission impossible' girl.

And then, the only happiness she had was taken from her. Draco's last mission didn't bring him home. And Hermione had been souless ever since. Work then became her life. And she had only one person to blame for her husband's death. Harry Potter.

-End Flashback-

Hermione gasped, when her vision came into focus. The boy she'd retrieved last night was sitting infront of her, staring at her, with large green eyes. For a moment she'd thought she'd woken up from a long, long nightmare, and was back in her younger years at Hogwarts. She thought for a brief moment, that Harry Potter was there, staring her down. But it wasn't, she relized. It was just the boy. Just the boy.

Hermione let out a sigh and stared back at him. His hair was a mess and he looked pitiful in his dindgy pj's. She quickly remembered her promise to him the other night and felt she should start to find him something. But before she moved, she noticed a single tear rolling from his eye. His face was emotionless, his stare was unbreakable, yet he was crying. He had no idea. No idea where he was, or what had happened, or she was.

Great. Now she had to put up with this kid until everything from last night calmed down. But she knew no one would really care. Children had been stolen from orphanages a lot lately. Each side wanted to gather as many followers as they could. To make sure their army was bigger than the other's. Each side really had become no better than the other. There really was no light or dark. They'd all just faded into a mixture of grey. They'd all become savage dogs, taking children from streets and training them to fight. It was a World War III, and everyone, muggle and magic alike, knew it. But they all just liked to call it The War.

"Hey..." she said gently to the boy. His eyes, his face did not show his fear. Hermione slowly approced him and he instantly drew back.

"I'm not gonna hurt you..."

His eyes flooded with more tears. She knew she was a monster for taking him. She didn't like that feeling.

"I...I'm Hermione. I'm gonna take care of you for right now...ok?" she tried to gain his trust. She had to if she was to carry out the rest of her mission. But she found herself actually wanting his trust.

"I'm you're friend..."

Friend. Was it a lie? She hadn't known what the word really ment in a long time. She hadn't felt friendship since the day she graduated from Hogwarts.

"What's you're name?"

The boy stared blankly, still. Had he heard her? Tears still fell down his face. From those intrancing green eyes...

The boy suddenly stood and grabbed a piece of broken glass from the floor. He began etching something into the wood of the room. He was etching his name.

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