Summary:
Hermione Granger disappears a few weeks after the end of the Second Wizarding War, sending her friends, family and the rest of the Wizarding World into a flutter of worried chaos, her name never once leaving the front page of The Daily Prophet. Despite the panic, it didn't take long for a new name to take over, sending society into a different kind of chaos.
Daisy - named for the daisies left on the nightstands of the men she kills - was not a woman to be messed with.
Nor was Hermione Granger.
But which was which?
Prologue - Draco
Sunday 31st May 1998
Hermione Granger's face was not the thing Draco Malfoy wanted to see first thing in the morning.
And yet there it was, straight on the front page of his morning newspaper.
"It could be worse," he silently mused to himself, taking a large gulp of tea, holding it in his mouth for a second as he unfolded the newspaper, "It could be scarhead's face instead. At least Granger is moderately good-looki-" His train of thought was suddenly cut off as his eyes connected to the large title that accompanied the photo, tea suddenly spurting out of his mouth as he choked, thumping himself on the chest.
He shook his head, bending over as he choked up the last of the tea that had managed to get into his lungs.
It had to be a joke - a late print meant for Aprils Fools Day.
Except April 1st was well over a month ago.
Wiping the tea that had splattered around his mouth, he shakily sat back down, picking up the newspaper that was now soggy and stained brown, the fresh ink leaking down the page in a splodgy mess. But nothing could hide the massive black letters that seemed to be burned on the back of his eyelids.
HERMIONE GRANGER, WAR HERO;
MISSING
He couldn't bring himself to read past the title, only allowing his eyes to watch the picture, a small frown puckering his already furrowed eyebrows as he watched it move repeatedly, the cogs slowly turning as he stared.
Her eyes.
They looked deranged.
It wasn't obvious from a first glance, not even obvious from a second or a third glance. Maybe not even from a fourth. But Draco had seen this kind of derangement in only one other person during his 17 years. Derangement that was carefully hidden most of the time - until someone brought up the topic of blood traitors, mudbloods or, Merlin forbid, Azkaban.
So why did Granger share the same barely veiled insanity that he had seen so often in the eyes of Bellatrix Lestrange herself?
He'd be damned if he didn't find out why.