A/ N: I'd like to say thank you to Guest and KateKat1992 for your reviews. Here is chapter 1.
I apologize for the lack but updates, and I will try to update it as often as I can.
I woke up on a strangely comfortable bed. A Muggleborn in a Death eater's house. Shouldn't I be in the dungeons?"Hello, is someone in here?" I wondered.
I don't know how much time passed since I woke up. I spent that time just sitting on the bed, thinking about what I should do. Should I just walk out of the room and try to find a way out of this manor at the risk of running into one of the inhabitants of this house only to get in a worse situation? Or should I just sit there and wait for someone to come and explain to me why I'm here. "Come on Hermione. Where is your Gryffindor courage? You were brought here by Death Eaters. Surely, they didn't bring you here to have tea with them" I said to myself.
I scanned the room to see if I could find any clue about where I am. It was a spacious room. The king-sized bed I was sitting on was in the middle of the room. Facing it, there was a giant closet. Across the room, there was a carpet, with four armchairs and a pedestal table in the center of it. All the furniture were in mahogany.
I finally decided to get up, there was a door next to the bed. It led to a giant bathroom, A large patio door was occupying an entire wall which was leading to a balcony. I looked through it hoping I could escape. But I was disappointed. It was far too high. Maybe if I could find my wand. I looked in my pockets, the nightstand, the bed. But I couldn't find it anywhere. They might not have locked me in the dungeons but surely there were not stupid enough to leave me my wand. Okay, so I was in a house full of Death Eaters, and defenseless. I took my courage in my both hands and I opened the door. Surprisingly, it was not locked. I tiptoed into the corridor carefully trying not to make noise. This was no easy task because the wooden floor was cracking underneath my feet. I kept walking until I reached the end of the corridor. This led to two other corridors, one on the left and one on the right, who looked exactly alike. After some thinking, I chose to go right. I don't know why I have to admit that I chose a little bit randomly.
I turned to wander into the corridor on the right side. But before, I had the time make another step, I came face to face with someone, a man, his face only inches from mine.
"You shouldn't wander around in this house alone," he said calmly, with no hint of threat in his voice. He grabbed me and led me down the corridors to my room
"You should freshen up. Missy will assist you if you shall need anything" With that, a house elf popped up in the room. Then, he exited the bedroom. I did what he said. After I took a long bath, I found a black cotton dress. Finding nothing else to wear, I just put it on. As soon as I finished to "freshen up", Missy appeared and told me that her master was waiting for me in the tearoom. Wait, they had a room just to drink tea? I followed Missy as she led me through the house. I tried to memorize all the hallways and changes of direction. This might be useful in case I was in a need of escape. Missy stopped in front of a door and knocked. The voice of the mysterious man from earlier muttered something, and Missy opened the door.
It was an average sized room. Far much bigger than my living room at my parent's home, but I assumed that there was much larger room in this large home. In the center of the room, there was a pedestal table circled by a couch and two armchairs. Missy disappeared leaving me alone at the doorstep. I stayed there not knowing what to do. After long seconds, he gestured for me to enter and sit. So I did. He poured some tea and handed me a cup. Then, we just sat in silence drinking tea. I don't know how much time had passed when I finally found the courage to break that awkward silence
"Who are you?" I asked
"Rabastan Lestrange" he answered. I could not believe my ears. I was drinking tea with the infamous Rabastan Lestrange. The one who tortured the parents of my friend to insanity. And I was drinking tea, not being… tortured. A Muggleborn drinking tea like old friends with a Death Eater pureblood extremist. I gulped and almost choked with my tea, which he seemed to notice.
"Something's wrong Hermione?" he inquired. Wait a minute, he called me by my name?! and not filth or Mudblood.
"Yes, I mean I'm a Muggleborn and you're… a Death Eater. So, what are we doing?
"I will not deny what I am, neither do I regret what I did. I know what you must think of me. But you soon will see that the world is not all black or white. Your precious order is not as virtuous as they made them see, and we're not as evil as they made us seem.
"What do you mean by that?" I started to feel intrigued by what he was saying.
"You're not who yu think you are, Hermione" he replied. Okay, that was rather cryptic for an answer.
"What does that mean?" I was feeling more and more intrigued
"Severus was right. You're such a know-it-all bookworm. But you know what they say all things come to those who wait" He chuckled slightly amused. "I can promise you that all the answers you seek will come to you in good time" he continued more seriously. "I have some work to do. What would you like to do to pass the time? Severus told me you love to spend all of your free time in the libraries" He continued
"You have a library?" I inquired looking perhaps a little more joyful than I intended to be.
"Of course, we have one. The Lestrange is one of the oldest and wealthiest wizarding family. Each generation kept expanding it throughout the centuries" he led me toward the library. Once we reached it, he gestured for me to enter and, excused himself and closed the door behind him. I was mesmerized at the sight of it. It was huge, most likely one of the largest I've ever seen, apart from the Hogwarts library of course.
I wandered around the sections of the library for a while. There books treated of various subjects: from advanced potions to transfiguration, of all forms of magic. I headed toward a table where an old and musty book was laid upon. It had a capital R calligraphed on it like a family crest. Checking that nobody was around, I sat on a chair next to the table and I opened the book. The first part of the book was a list of names. After a little while, I realized it was a family tree. The last name was Hermione Rosier. Hermione, Hermione… like me. I kept repeating my own name if mu head, like I was becoming mad. That girl and I shared the same name. And I am in a Death Eater home, and not in the dungeons. Wait a minute, that could only mean… I checked the date under Hermione Rosier and she was born in 1979. 1979, 1979… I was born in 1979. I quickly closed the book and put it back on the table still not believing it. No, this could only be a mistake. I got up and noticed that a piece of paper onto the ground. This must have fallen when I closed the book. On the piece of parchment was written:
From the Light Word, two eyes are watching From the land of the Kings long forgottenThe One from the dusk who will embrace the night
Comes in to save the worldOr to end it