I'm sorry! I never did get around to posting when I said I would, so for that I am very sorry. Well here is the next chapter, I really don't like this chapter, but oh well. READ AND REVIEW!
CHAPTER 5: Snape's deatheaters
Hermione and Kameron sat in their last class of the day, Transfiguration. Next was dinner, but neither one of them would be going to dinner; Draco had agreed to take them to see the dark lord, Voldemort. The bell rang, making Hermione jump out of her thoughts. She quickly packed up and, Kameron following, headed to the common room, dropping off their stuff before leaving. They headed to the same classroom, the one they had talked to Draco in. He was already waiting for them.
He gave them each a bit of floo-powder, and walking over the fireplace, flooed to his home. From there, Kameron and Hermione held onto Draco's hands, as he apparated them.
When they arrived, Hermione looked around. They were in a dimly lit hallway. "Draco?" A voice hissed.
"Yes, my lord. I have brought two who wish to become deatheaters." Draco said, moving towards who Hermione was sure was Voldemort. Draco bowed to the group, proving Hermione's thoughts.
"Come forward, you two." The voice hissed at them. Hermione and Kameron walked closer. They could see the red glowing eyes. "What are your names and the reasons to be deatheaters?"
Kameron went first. "I am Kameron James Derdando. I wish to become a deatheater because everything that Dumbledore has done so far has just ended with more getting killed. I am tired to listening to an idiot like him. I want to be under a strong leader, one who knows what to do." Kameron said as he bowed.
Next it was Hermione's turn. She moved forward and bowed like her brother. "I am Hermione Holly-Jane Derdando. I wish to become a deatheater, as Dumbledore is no longer all that we thought him to be. He has hurt me and the ones I love more than anyone else could have. He didn't help me or my brother in our time of need. In fact I don't think he even cares about me anymore." Hermione said, closing her eyes.
"Look at me." Voldemort said and both stood up. Hermione looked up at him, their eyes meeting. Voldemort could see tears falling down the girls face. "I recognize your name. Who are your parents?"
"Our mother was Jane Derdando and our father…" Kameron trailed off.
"Our father is Severus Snape." Hermione whispered, but all heard her. "Our mother was raped during a deatheater meeting by Snape. He doesn't know we are his children. He doesn't even know he has children." Hermione said, speaking louder.
"I remember that night." Voldemort said, thinking back to then. "I haven't heard anything of your mother in years. What became of her?"
"She married a muggle and posed as a muggle herself. Her name was Jane Granger. I was Hermione Jane Granger, before I found out." Hermione said and Draco gasped.
"Interesting, I know much about your past Hermione. You went to Hogwarts, sorted into Gryffindor, friends with Potter, and a member of the order. Recently, in the Prophet, it was said you were dead." Voldemort said, staring hard at her.
"It was a lie. I couldn't do it anymore, live life as Hermione Granger. My mother and step father died, as did Kameron's foster parents. Kameron and I are twins, I am the oldest, and we didn't want to be apart anymore." Hermione said.
"I understand. I believe both of you would be excellent deatheaters. Tonight you two shall be introduced and the death mark shall be put on your arms. It is almost time, Draco will get you two some robes and masks. Put them on and come back. Stand in the center of the room." Voldemort said and they hurried off with Draco. Draco got them each some robes and masks, before putting on his own. They hurried back to the room.
"I don't think either of you would like your real names said, so I shall call you by your middle names, James and Holly." Voldemort said.
Hermione and Kameron stood in the center of the room, while Draco stood in his spot. All of a sudden, all the deatheaters began to apparate in. One all the spaces were filled, Voldemort stood and began to speak.
"Welcome all my deatheaters. Tonight is going to be rather interesting. I have two new deatheaters to welcome and they are to receive the dark mark. What I found most interesting, is that they are so young and they came to me with their own free wills. Both without trust left in Dumbledore." Voldemort said and walked up to Hermione and Kameron.
"Holly, James, stick out your right arms." Both did as told. Voldemort took Kameron's arm and rolled up the sleeve, saying a spell and the dark mark appeared on Kameron's right forearm. Next he rolled up Hermione's sleeve, then grabbed her wrist. Hermione held her breathe, holding in the pain. It wasn't the pain of having the dark mark on her, but rather of being touched by Voldemort. The pain of the dark mark, was nothing to her.
Voldemort noticed the pain he felt when he touched her, but didn't react much to it, at least not so they could see it. He applied the dark mark, before letting go of her arm.
"Severus, Draco, please move apart. James, stand by Draco. Holly, stand by Severus." Hermione moved over to stand next to Severus, Severus Snape she knew. Voldemort then went on explaining more about a plan he had, before dismissing them all, saying to Draco to make sure Holly and James understood everything. Voldemort apparated, leaving the deatheaters alone.
Everyone apparated, except for Snape, Draco, Hermione, and Kameron. As soon as everyone else was gone, Hermione collapsed against Kameron. He held onto her tight, making sure she didn't fall to the ground.
"Draco, who are these two?" Snape asked.
"They are some of my friends. James, what is wrong with Holly?" Draco answered and asked.
"I don't know." Kameron answered, trufully. He slowly set Hermione on the ground, before rolling up her right sleeve. He gasped when he saw the mark. On her arm, right where Voldemort had grasped her wrist, there was a red mark in the shape of a hand. As Kameron touched it slowly, it burned to the touch. He pulled his hand back quickly, his finger burnt. "We need to get help for her, now." Kameron said, kneeling next to his sister.
"But you would have to tell Snape." Draco said, kneeling down as well.
"We have to get help for her though. I don't know what happened, but when the dark lord touched her, she felt pain. We have a pretty strong connection, so I felt it to, just not as bad. I don't know why it is affecting her now, but his hand left a burn." Kameron said, lowering his hood and removing his mask.
Snape gasped as he saw Kameron's face. He watched as Kameron removed the mask of the other deatheater, revealing Hermione. He quickly recovered the shock. Snape kneeled down and put one arm under Hermione's neck and the other under her knees. As he stood, Hermione came with in, Snape was carrying her.
"Mr. Derdando, Draco, hurry with me. Apparate outside Hogwarts gate." He said and apparated with Hermione in his arms. He arrived outside the gate and the boys joined him. They walked up to Hogwarts and down to the dungeons. Snape walked ahead of them, moving past the Slytherin common room entrance, until he arrived at another door. He waited for the boys to join him, before entering. In the room, Snape set Hermione on the couch, while the boys sat down in the chairs in front of the desk.
Snape began a diagnose of Hermione, when she opened her eyes and screamed. She began to toss and turn, mumbling words no one could hear. Snape did the only thing he could think of; he grabbed her arms and held them, while he lend into her, pushing his body against hers.
Hermione froze as she felt his body against hers. Hermione inhaled the scent, a scent she knew. Snape let go of her and backed away, looking her over. His eyes came to land on her face, meeting her eyes for a moment, before she turned away. Something about her eyes reminded him of something. "Ms Derdando, are you alright?" Snape asked, still looking at her face.
She turned to look at him, although her eyes would not meet his. "My arm hurts and I am tired." She said, in a weak voice.
"Let me see the burn." Snape said and reached out to take her arm. Hermione looked up at him for a moment, then let him take her arm. He rolled up her sleeve, looking at the burn. He tried a couple spells to heal it, but none worked. Finally he summoned some bandages and bandaged up her arm.
Next he did something very un-Snape-like, he offered them tea. All three of them took the offer, something nice and warm after what had just happened, sounded like a good idea to them.
Next Chapter: "Panic"