A/N: Ok, this chapter is a little shorter. The next one will be longer I promise. Well, I hope you like...
Love and Betrayal
Ebony watched Hermione silently. Hermione sat in the chair, staring at the dead bodies with a look of sadness, shock and realization. Ebony breathed out a long breath before she walked up to Hermione.
"Come, you need to go back to your room," Ebony said to Hermione, taking her hand.
Hermione nodded and gave one last look at the bodies before she followed Ebony to the room.
"I'll be back later Hermione," Ebony said quietly.
"Alright Ebony, are you going to visit Ginny?"
"Yes," Ebony replied and smiled before she closed the door behind her.
Ebony made her way back to the gathering room and into the room that Ginny was in.
"Hello," Ginny greeted.
"I see you have regained your memory," Ebony said.
"Yes, I killed…Hermione's parents," Ginny said, raising a hand to her mouth as tears began to pour forth.
"You killed Hermione's parents?"
"I was under the Imperius, I just remembered now, I can't believe that I would ever do such a thing, I loved Mr. and Mrs. Granger." Ginny sobbed.
Ebony went over to Ginny and hugged her. "It will be alright, Hermione already knows."
Ginny looked up through her hair, "You mean she knows I killed her parents, does she hate me?"
"She doesn't know you killed them, she thinks that Draco did, though technically he did as he was controlling you, Draco presented them as a wedding present."
"Yes, I heard about Hermione marrying Voldemort, why? Hasn't she betrayed the Order?"
"No, he slipped her a potion quite like Imperius and married her."
"I have to talk to her, she has to know everything, I can't let Hermione hate me, wait, where am I?"
"You are at Voldemort's headquarters. My father, you do know that right?"
"Yes, I remember, you're Ebony Riddle, but wait, I'm a deatheater."
"You're not, I promise, the tattoo is a fake, it looks like the Dark Mark at first glance but if you look closely you will find the differences, Voldemort isn't stupid enough to make you a deatheater, he knows that you are strongly behind Dumbledore and you've been finding Imperius."
"But Ebony, I need to tell Hermione everything, please, she's like the sister I never had."
Ebony smiled and hugged Ginny again. "I know, come on, I'll take you to her."
Silence reined over 12 Grimmuald Place. Everyone there was mulling over the interesting news, the fact that Hermione had her own battle to fight, to fulfill a prophesy.
Harry and Ron sat silently in their shared room, left to their own thoughts. Finally, Ron spoke, "I can't believe that Hermione is married to You-Know-Who."
"Yes, it is surprising Ron and she is part of a prophesy, I'm worried about her."
"Harry, she can take care of herself, though I am still worried about her too."
"I know she can take care of herself Ron, she knows many hexes and curses."
"And she can pack quite a punch and slap."
Harry chuckled. "Ah, yes the faithful encounter in third year, remember sixth year, when she punched Malfoy and he banged his head against the back of the tree and had the largest bump plus a black eye."
"Those were great memories. I'm worried about Ginny too," Ron said.
"Yes, she was under the Imperius because of Malfoy, maybe she was never in love with him."
"That would make my day, I was right in end, Malfoys never change."
"Yes, we know Ron but really, you shouldn't gloat."
"I am not gloating, just stating a fact."
Harry raised his eyebrows as Mrs. Weasley appeared, "Dinner's ready boys."
Ron's eyes lit up before he ran for the stairs and Harry lagged behind, thinking of how Hermione would constantly reprimand Ron on his eating habits.
Harry missed her; he hadn't realized how much of a great friend she was until she wasn't here. She was the brains behind everything, the logic, the one who always kept her head and told him not to do things with good reason.
Mrs. Weasley saw Harry and Ron with glum expressions and faraway looks. They were both thinking about how dinner would be if Hermione was here. Her presence was more noticeable once she wasn't there.
Tonks was gone too and it too was noticeable by the fact that she wasn't making disturbances or saying funny things, or changing her nose and hair color often and just being her bright, cheery self.
Harry used to think Tonks was sometimes annoying but now he missed her constant, cheery presence. These were dark times and he wanted someone around that was cheery even in the worst of times.
The door to the kitchen opened and Professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawney walked in. Ron made a grumbling noise while chewing. Harry could definitely express the same displeasure. He was happy to leave Divination behind after seventh year.
"Good evening everyone, could we join you? Albus sent us," Professor McGonagall said.
Mrs. Weasley arose from the table with a smile and ushered the two professors to sit down and help themselves to dinner.
Harry and Ron exchanged glances with each other. What were the two professors doing here?
Everyone went back to eating before Harry distinctly heard Trelawney's deep intake of breath like before she said a prophesy and apparently he wasn't the only one. Everyone turned their attention to her as she began to speak…
"She who is dark….Woe befalls her now…He only can save her…." Trelawney drew in a breath, "If too late he comes, she will be ravaged, be quick with you…."
Trelawney's head fell back before she started and went to eating. Ron closed his mouth full of food and swallowed and then glanced at Harry who was deep in thought.
"Harry?" Ron asked.
Hermione stood and went to sit on her bed. She ran her hands across the bed as she glanced around her room. She let out a sigh before she brought her wedding ring up to examine it.
It was quite a beautiful ring really with the emerald and the snakes surrounding it. Hermione started when the door opened and Draco Malfoy stepped into the room.
Hermione saw the cold, hard fury in his eyes as he shut the door behind him with a click and smirked at her. Hermione could feel her blood running cold, she glanced up at the portrait of Julianna to see her running from her frame.
Hermione didn't have any time to dwell on that as Draco advanced into the room and drew his wand. Hermione stood and knocked the wand out of his grasp and kicking it under the settee. It could buy her a bit of time.
She could see the cuts and bruises and the notes of torture on his body. She could also see the dried blood. Voldemort had obviously tortured him.
"Well, that doesn't matter, you mudblood bitch," Draco said.
Hermione walked backwards, away from him, but only ended up hitting the back of the bed, she had no escape…