Summary:

Hermione is tortured; she has been since the age of three now that her mother has committed suicide after killing her father her real parents come to get her.

What her mother is Voldemort's daughter!

Hermione has to be trained in the dark arts by Voldemort's right hand man….

Enter Draco Malfoy!

Sparks will fly

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Hermione is like Blade from the movies vampire with all of their strengths but with none of their weaknesses except their thirst for blood OK!
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Pairings;

Hermione and Draco (In The End)

Hermione and Harry (Some)

Hermione and Ron (Some)

Ginny and Harry

Frost and Ron

(SET AFTER 5TH YEAR!)

Darkness….blood everywhere pale bodies.

Hermione sat here staring at her mothers hanging body, her father's bullet shot up body not far from that.

She had watched as her mother and father got into another of their usual fights when her mother had pulled a gun and started shooting, she had been hit four times in fact once in the stomach twice in her back and another in her shoulder but she didn't mind she watched blankly as her mother got a sheet and hung herself from the stair railing.

They didn't care about her or how she would feel if they both died they never had, they shouldn't of had her in the first place she was a mistake when her mother was thirteen and was too young to get an abortion that's what they told her…drilled it into her skull that she wasn't wanted…

Oh sure they looked like the average loving house hold to the public but when the doors closed it was a nightmare everything was always torn up and blood was always on the floors and walls.

That is why no one had ever been allowed to come to her house.

Hermione could care less that her parents were dead, she was raped at the age of three by her father and tortured by both since then, they had burned her tried to drown her and everything else whipped shot cut burned.

Terror had become her child hood best friend; the concept of love and compassion was an ever-distant dream one could hope of in this household.

The worst was when they would put her on a bed and inserted an electric tazer inside her, or red hot pieces of metal, she had been so mentally, emotionally, and physically tortured that it was a surprise at how good she had come out or so everyone thought….

Hermione was the exact opposite from the saint hood that everyone thought about her, she had been a serious cutter for years, a hard-core druggie, a big time gangster, a mob spy, and worst of all…. a blood assassin.

She killed on missions she killed for fun she killed just to clear her mind; she was the most powerful assassin in the underground world for her magical powers and strange demonic stealth.

Her being a witch gave her an advantage and she excelled in martial arts like no other almost like she had a gift.

Even though she was a brilliant witch she never did have a desire to learn dark magic she thought it would be boring compared to the light magic that she had learned at Hogwarts.

She kept up the goody-goody bookworm image because people bothered her less that way, her good grades never made anyone question her like they did people who were lacking in school.

Slowly getting up Hermione picked up the phone and called 911.

As she watched her parents' bodies be taken away, an ambulance arrived telling her that she needed to get her shots looked at but refused when they insisted to used her mental ability to change their minds and they left without a word.

She watched a long black limo pull up to her house with two people get out of it.

The woman looked about 5'6 the same height as she with long black silky hair, silver piercing eyes and skin as pale as snow, the man standing next to her look about 6'2 with short black hair, and sapphire eyes.

The two walked up to her and stared at her like a dog looks at a piece of meat

"What do you want?" she asked them with a hollow tone

"To take you home," said the woman in a cold yet caring voice

"I am home," said Hermione turning around when a hand caught her wrist

"No you're not," stated the man with the same tone as the woman.

Hermione twisted her wrist and lowered her body to the ground quickly swinging her leg to the side; to her complete surprise they both jumped avoiding falling.

"We know who you are Hermione Nadia Granger," said the woman

"How?" Hermione demanded

"We are your parents," said the woman

"Maybe you weren't here or paying attention but my parents were those two bodies that were just taken away," said Hermione coldly

"Those muggle borns were far from your parents," said the woman

"Really?" asked Hermione sarcastically
"Maybe you should come with us," said the man

"Or maybe you should leave me the hell alone," bit out Hermione flashing at speeds that humans could only dream of into her house.

Walking up to her room she swung the door open and there stood the two figures

"Closing the door will not get rid of us," said the woman

"Just leave me alone!" she growled turning and stood face to face with the man who claimed to be her 'father'

"Let us explain," he said

"Why?" she demanded

"What do you have to lose?" asked the woman

"What do I have to gain?" Hermione asked back

"Power," said the woman

"You have ten minutes," said Hermione sitting down.

The two looked at each other

"When I was pregnant with you Hermione we were being chased by the order and I had been bitten by a vampire just before your birth so that is why you have a strange need for blood, but with none of their weaknesses you can go in light be around garlic and everything else but you have all of their strengths," explained the woman

"Well that makes a lot of sense," said Hermione coldly

"You were left in a hiding spot so they couldn't find you but when we came back to get you, you were gone," said the man

"We found you after twelve years when we read about Hermione Granger and her amazing abilities and her help in defeating Voldemort with infamous Harry Potter," said the woman

"We have observed you ever sense to make sure you were our daughter, when we heard about all your strange abilities in the underworld market we knew it was you," said the man

"My name is Valencia," said the woman know as Valencia

"I am Claudius," said the man called Claudius

"Riiight," said Hermione

"Dragonia is our last name," said Valencia.

Hermione's mouth dropped slightly in pure shock

"Valencia and Claudius Dragonia as in the Dragonia blood line?" she demanded

"I see our daughter is amazed," said Claudius

"You are one of the most powerful prestigious blood lines in the world," said Hermione

"Glad you've heard of us," said Valencia

"Wait…." said Hermione thinking

"It is said you are direct supporters of Voldemort," said Hermione

"That's another thing we need to talk about," said Claudius

"What?" asked Hermione warily

"Voldemort is my father, your grandfather," said Valencia.

Hermione stood there for a minute before her eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out

"I saw this coming," said Claudius as he caught his daughters light body

"So did I," said Valencia.

Valencia began to slowly undress her daughter so she could change her into pajamas

"Claudius come in here!" said Valencia with some alarm

Claudius walked in quickly sensing his wife's fear

"What?" he asked

"Look at her," said Valencia as Hermione lay there in her black lace bra and underwear

Hermione's body was covered in hundreds of deep scars and deep rips, she had four bullet wounds, dark purple bruises and her skin was torn so many times it looked like someone put her through a wood chipper.

Both stared in disgust at their daughters torn body

"Those muggles…." growled Claudius

"They are so lucky they are already dead…." growled Valencia her eyes turning a deep red color

"Calm down love," said Claudius trying to hide his own rage

"LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO HER!" yelled Valencia

"Monstrous," hissed Claudius as the two left after dressing Hermione in a pair of black flared pajama pants and a low cut spaghetti strap shirt.