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She heard Voldemort behind her, "Why surprised?" She almost had a crash landing effect and everything around her seemed way too real.

She couldn't stop the emotion just shaking through her being, how could she have done such a monstrous thing? What was wrong with her? She shook her head and thought no. I could not have done this. There is no way.

She felt her wrist being grabbed and then all she saw were his dark red eyes. An image of her playing with blood on the floor as a body hung from the wall, cut up and torn. No!

She threw off the image and saw his dark red eyes wide open. A raspy voice echoed in her ear, "You cannot deny the past!"

The fast rush of her heart was all she could hear as she closed her eyes. Her breath fluttered and her rough voice came out in unsteady shutters, "I… have…I… changed!", forcing it out of her finally.

She knew this was true, but something under the surface bubbled up, making her want to cry. She was confused, and yet not. She was uncertain, not knowing where to turn inside herself.

He tisked in her ear, "Ah Hermione how have you changed? You are still as powerful as I remember you."

He broke away and held her chin roughly in his palm rubbing his thumb on her cheekbone. His touch was cold almost and his red eyes grew wide in zeal.

"Hermione you still have that thirst for power, you still have that lust for knowledge of the world, you are still the little girl from long ago."

He brushed back her hair and cupped her chin in his hands. "You are still a part of me." His red eyes glinted in compulsive hope.

She shoved away from him and flew out of his grasp, but instead he held her roughly by the shoulders. Looking her straight in the eyes searching. She squirmed, but kept eye contact.

Hermione knew he was a part of her, but she was a different person from him.

"Am I?", said a little voice in Hermione's head. His memory of her told her otherwise, and in a way she knew he was right. She was like him, she wanted power, and she wanted to know all in order to gain power and control. She even tried to analyze her own emotions in order to assume power over herself. That's why she had always been so good at helping Ron and Harry with their girl problems.

But she was different she wouldn't kill to get what she wanted. She was different! He smiled and said, "I knew it would come down to this. I knew you would think that killing is below you and that you stood for just morals."

He let go of her and said, "I can prove you otherwise. Turn around." Hermione heard a clang and in front of her stood a muggle obviously in a business suit. He was in chains and squirmed as he screamed.

"Scilencio," whispered Voldemort. He went silent as Voldemort stood in front of Hermione with a sly smile.

"Try to release him I will kill him, try to ease his pain I will kill him, do anything other then my directions I will kill him." She stood in front of the impossible. "No…" "Yes." Came his velvety whisper. The room got cold around her. "Torture him with the Cruciatus curse." She couldn't, but his life. Everything she never wanted to do, torture, death, force were staring her straight in the eyes. "Do it or I will kill him."

"Please no."

He smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "Have it your way. Avada Kedavra!"

"NO!"

The muggle screamed, she felt a small whisper of wind and he was gone. The light almost was just snuffed right out of him. Death was a terrible and an almighty force, whisking everything away like erosion. She screamed and whimpered wishing to bring him back. She ran towards him and saw his limp body in chains. His body was still warm, but slowly going cold. Hermione screamed again out of misery.

"Screaming will not bring him back Hermione."

Hermione turned towards the cold whisper of a voice and looked at his blood red eyes.

"Why?" She whimpered holding a scrap of the muggles clothing. Forming a tight fist around the cloth.

"Because you didn't follow my directions."

"How can you kill without thought?"

"Because I must."

"Why must you! Is it because you don't feel big enough so you have to kill innocent muggles to make yourself feel big and strong!"

Hermione turned on her heels, wand pointed towards him. He smirked and before she could get her spell out he said, "Expellearmus."

Her wand flew towards him and lightly landed in his palm. He muttered and flicked towards the wall. There was another ring of chains and she heard a woman screaming her head off. The woman was already bleeding badly at her arms and she was very tattered. Hermione's blood ran cold and a part of her mind almost froze over.

"Well Hermione this one is very interesting indeed. My younger students who wish to join my league have been learning how to torture effectively. Now you can either kill her or you can send her back to a fate worse then death."

Hermione didn't know what to do. To kill the woman or not. What did the woman want, but Hermione knew if she asked the woman this question she would be sent back. Confusion ran circles in Hermione's mind and she was becoming dizzy from lack of oxygen. Hermione knew that the young death eaters could continue to torture her for quite a while. A conclusion was reached in Hermione's mind but every fiber of her body told her not to do it.

"I have no other choice I guess. Please may I have my wand back?"

"Yes." He passed her back wand and Hermione took it from him. Voldemort looked at her and grimly nodded.

She stood right in front of the woman and in a monotone shutter asked, "How do I cast the spell?"

"You must envision the end. That hollow blackness ending." Hermione imagined it quite easily and feebly put up her wand.

"You need to hold it more firmly if it's going to be quick." Hermione looked at the woman and knew what she was about to do.

Get it over with now Hermione, her brain just screamed at her. She didn't really concentrate on the woman but more of her being and just glazed over her. "Avada Kedavra!" She envisioned the end and with concentration it was soon over and the whistle of wind announced her departure from this world. When Hermione let herself actually see the woman just limp in chains. What had she done? Hermione started crying wishing she didn't have to die.

Hermione tried to stifle her cries, but she shook so that she couldn't keep herself in one place at one time. Why did she just do that? A part of her said that she had done it to save the woman from pain, and another part of her disgustedly said that it was her past catching up with her. Hermione didn't know what to think, that feeling of loss and confusion was running straight into her. All Hermione wanted to do was to run and never stop. Hermione was asphyxiated and choking on her own emotions.

"You did very well for your first kill."

Hermione felt every fiber of rage turn on Voldemort wanting to bite, kick, punch and hurt every single part of him that she could.

"My last kill." Hermione turned around and looked at him filled with hate for what he stood for. Her clutch on her wand tightened. The last time Hermione had felt even near this angry had been when she thought Buckbeak had died and she punched Draco.

Her wand flew out of her pocket, "Stupefy!"

"Expellarmus!" Voldemort beat her easily and put her wand safely in his pocket.

"You want to hurt me and you hate me. Need I remind you that you are me? So in essence to hate me is hating yourself."

"I hate you because you cause all this pain and torture. I don't cause any pain on purpose."

"Yet you just killed!"

"I killed to save."

"The lesser of two evils Hermione. You are starting to posses that short sightedness which devours men in lies."

"I did the right thing!"

"Did you really? Do you even know what the woman wanted, you claim to be so bold as to think you know what she wanted?"

"You would have killed her anyways! All I did was save her from pain!"

"Yet you killed, nothing, no matter how many reassurances you make to yourself Hermione, will change that. You took another life! Do you think for one second that the ministry would have any second thoughts about killing me?"

This thought caught Hermione off guard, and she didn't know how to respond. It was true that had Voldemort been up there she wouldn't have had any second thoughts about killing him.

"Admit it being on the good side doesn't make you any less evil then the bad side if you would so easily kill me!"

"I would kill you to protect other lives which you would so easily take!" Hermione tried to defend herself as quickly as she could.

"That's a pathetic excuse Hermione! Besides if I stopped killing do you think the wizarding world would take me back with open arms!"

Hermione didn't know how to respond and Voldemort stared leering in front of Hermione.

She didn't know what else to say so she said the statement which would hopefully stop all this stupidity, and stop Voldemort trying to convince her of his reasons. "I hate you!"

Voldemort didn't look taken aback or even slightly abashed. He just looked weary, "You don't hate me your just afraid of me." He let a small sigh escape him.

"No I hate you! You have tried to destroy my friends whom I consider family!"

"Those friends who would so easily reject you when they realized what you were. Harry rejected you as did Ron." He smiled using logic against her.

"Dumbledore didn't turn me away!" she pronounced trying to save herself.

"Dumbledore is a fool." He spat at Hermione and his anger was plain in his face.

"He is no fool he just thinks everyone deserves second chances and he doesn't judge people based on their blood or past! You can barely understand love so how can you possibly understand him!

"You just don't trust anyone because your dad ran out on you and you thought that nobody loved you. Harry didn't have any parents and had a horrible family growing up, but that didn't make him lose it! He hasn't killed his uncle yet!" Hermione raged at Voldemort with every ounce of hate she had towards him.

He was angry but more frustrated then raging. "Yet Harry has friends such as you that truly love him and I had no one. I now have followers who fear me. I finally have a position, which Harry has had since birth. Hermione I feed on hate because I never knew love until you appeared!"

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