Chapter 2 Mind of a Death Eater(Revised)

Hermione stood in her room thinking about what she wanted to take with her. She looked at a picture of her with her parents when she was five. They were on a picnic, which should have been a happy memory, but Hermione always felt that her relationship with her parents was rather odd. She could never put her finger on it, but…well….her parents always treated her like she was someone they didn't have time for. That, or they would completely ignore her. They never seemed to care about any of her accomplishments at Hogwarts. She found herself oftentimes wishing that her parents were more involved, like the Weasley's.

After she restored their memories, she was hoping their relationship would improve. Sadly, it became worse. Now she was moving out of her parents' home. Not only while she redid her eighth year, but for good. Her parents were fighting with her all the time. They gave her an ultimatum: the magical world or the Muggle world.

No time like the present. She took out her wand and waved it, watching as everything in the room was shrunk down to fit into her bag. The room ended up completely bare except her bed and her desk. She was just about to walk out the door when she heard a soft tapping on the window. She opened the latch to allow a small owl in. Hermione untied the scroll, frowning at the unfamiliar seal. Seemingly forgotten, the bird flew away and she opened the letter. The content forced her to sit on the bare mattress.

"This can't be right. There has to be a mistake," she whispered to herself.

Top Secret

Natasha Grace Dolohov - name changed to Hermione Jean Granger

Status- Pure blood (but it's important everyone thinks she's muggle born)

Parents Antonin And Annika- parents changed to Sarah and Kyle Granger

The toddler, at the time known as Natasha Grace Dolohov, was taken from her parents.

There is a glamour that will come off when she turns 18.

She is to never know this information.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumledore

She grabbed her bag, went down to the living room. Her parents had already left for work. She grabbed some floo powder from the mantle as she walked to the fireplace, trying to decide where she could go or with whom she could speak. Hermione could think of only one place. If anyone would know what was going on, it would be them. She threw the floo powder in her hand into the flames.

"Malfoy Manor."