I finally have 9 reviewers I'm hoping to get 10. This chappy took me 3 days to write. I had a small case of writers block coz I didn't know how to start it off…

Chapter 5: When you hear the truth how will you take it?

Back at the Malfoy Manner the Dark Lord sat deep in thought, thinking of the little niece he had left behind almost 17 years ago. What is she like now, is she dark or good? Could she be in Slytherin or maybe even Hufflepuff- wait! No way would a relative of mine be in Hufflepuff. Would she look like her mother or more like Reno? She is definitely beautiful that I know for sure. Either way, good or bad she WILL join me…

Just then Lucius entered the library interrupting Voldermort's thoughts.

"Soon you will have your niece back again, she is sure to be a powerful witch and should help our cause greatly," said Lucius as he sat down and passed over a shot glass of fire whisky to his Lord.

"She should be, yes", Voldermort replied, "but lately I've been having doubts".

Lucius looked shocked and in so being shocked, downed his fire whiskey.

"Oh no I have no doubt that she is powerful, of that I'm certain, its just I have doubts on how well she will embrace our way of life. I mean that Hermione Granger is one of Potter's best friends and look how powerful she is. What if my niece is a Potter lover? I know Mya will think she is muggle born but what if she is proud of being muggle born?"

At this Lucius sighed, "My Lord please, I have a gut feeling that your niece is not that bushy haired, big toothed Potter lover and if she was proud of being muggle born, it would only be the blood of your great family coming through".

"Lucius, my most trusted follower and friend, how many times must I ask you to call me Tom? And yes I do suppose your right, but that will be a problem in itself, convincing a muggle-lover that she is related to a muggle killer and that it is the right thing to join in hating real mudbloods".

Lucius let out a chuckle; "sometimes I forget how long we have been friends…how many things we have been through. This will be just one more adventure, something more we will overcome together. Everything will be alright, you'll see."

Just then Draco's big black eagle owl flew in through the open window and dropped a letter in Lucius's lap. He opened it.

Dear father,

I have scarcely been at school a few hours and already I have made a great discovery, I believe I have found our Dark Lord's niece. She has long black hair and almost pure black eyes. She has faultless pale skin and slightly enlarged fangs and she walks with an aura of evil in her wake. She is perfect! Beautiful! I have not made any mention to her of who she may be but I trust if you all agree I can reveal it soon. I'm certain it is her. The only problem that comes with this discovery is that it comes with two sorts of news, but don't freak out on me now.

It's Hermione Granger

She doesn't love Potter she completely dissed him and the stupid weasels at school today. I over heard her say something like, 'I'm not your Hermione anymore…blah, blah, blah'

Please let me know straight away how you want me to proceed with this, Hermione's head girl so we share a dorm and I can hardly contain myself with excitement. I trust our Dark Lord is excited too.

Love,

Draco

P.S can you imagine what this can do for our side? Hermione, the most powerful witch to attend Hogwarts in over a hundred years fighting with us to build a better world…

Lucius quickly read the letter out loud and looking grim said, "My son is lovesick"

"This is karma" was Tom's only response.

Now in the head dorms Hermione stalked into her room and quickly had to fight the urge to puke. Everywhere she looked there were red and gold furnishings. Blah! She magicked the walls blue and black (her favorite colors) and her furnishings blue and black. She even magicked her bed so that it had silky blue sheets and a black feather quilt, with an assortment of blue and black silk pillows.

Glancing around at her artistic work she noticed that her trunk had been unpacked. She gave a sigh of relief and stalked over to her wardrobe. She took out a pair of low slung black samurai pants and removing her old clothes, put them on. She left on her black tank top and put on a pair of warm black socks.

Walking into the common room she sat herself down on the Slytherin couch after having mentally refused to sit on her own house's sickly red couch. She had only been there a few minutes when she felt Draco's presence behind her.

"Had enough of a look?" Hermione asked smirking.

"Since you've come into your new look I haven't been able to keep my eyes off you", Draco answered truthfully,"just not for the reasons you think".

Hermione's smirk dropped significantly. "I've seen the way you've been looking at me, ever since I entered the head boy and girl compartment on the Hogwarts Express. If your not looking at me out of sheer attraction and want, why are you looking at me?"

"I can't tell you yet I'm waiting on word from a uh, higher authority…"

Hermione's eyebrow arched upwards in amusement. "Higher authority?" she let out a small laugh,"higher authority?" she repeated. "Why Draco, there wouldn't be a secrete that your…with holding from me is there?" Since when did I start to call him Draco? Oh yeah, since I left the old Hermione behind.

Hermione finally reached him, after inching towards him. With a quick spell she bound him and embraced him. Gently she lifted his forehead to press against hers as she muttered a spell that allowed her to trespass into the deep recesses of his mind.

But Draco although unprepared managed to hold off her mental onslaught. As one of the Dark Lord's most promising young death eaters, the Lord couldn't just have people helping themselves into Draco's untrained mind so the Lord himself had put a protection spell on it so that only people Draco allowed to enter his mind could extract its secretes.

Hermione became confused. Being such a powerful witch she had expected to enter Draco's head easily, not come up against a powerful barrier. Somewhat cautiously she unbound him and let him go. Draco stood up and brushed himself off airily and strode into his room.

Hermione heard an "ah there it is", and watched as he strode back into view.

Draco read it to himself and then out loud to Hermione.

My Son,

The Dark Lord does agree that Hermione is his niece Mya. She has all the characteristics or do I dare say, symptoms of her mother's…ah, species. She also sounds as if she has her father's poise. Although our Lord is excited to meet his beloved after leaving her almost 17 years ago, he would like to get started on his mission first.

Please Draco, your main part in this mission is to help Hermione or may I be so bold to say, Mya into embracing who she is. Once she has accepted herself I want you to take her straight to Dumbledore and explain the position she is in. Neither you nor Mya will get in any trouble because Mya's record is clean and as you well know, you can't account for anyone else's actions. Appeal to Dumbledore so that she may be re-sorted, that hat will most likely put her in Slytherin.

The next part of the Lord's plan is to group potential young death eaters together. As your reward for finding Mya both you and her will get to lead the young followers, your orders will come in via the Dark Lord or myself. You may call this group what Mya wish's it to be called. As the Dark Lord's niece she automatically becomes the most socially powerful witch in Hogwarts.

That is all, my Son, except try to encourage Mya to write to her Uncle. I know he is looking forward to her first letter greatly.

Love,

Father

Draco looked over at Mya hoping to read the expression on her face, but it was blank, completely unreadable. So he tried to break the silence.

"So, Hermione, what do you think?"

"Draco don't call me that my name is Mya!" Mya snapped at him. Then she sighed.

"I'm sorry, I have a million questions. This summer I'd already given up the good fight, because life wasn't good to me. I have no problem siding with Voldermort because I hate muggles; the real truth is that they all are scum. So of course I'll help lead this 'dark group'. I just, can't believe that my real family isn't my real family. My dad wasn't even my real dad, after all that!"

"Herm- Mya, what do you mean after all that?", Draco enquired.

"I've never told anyone this save some muggles, because it hurt to much to say it", she hesitated, "my dad died a few years ago. I loved him so much; he was my entire world. He encouraged me to read books and be smart, unlike my mum who pressed that popularity was more important. When I received my first letter from Hogwarts he supported me all the way. My mum didn't speak to me for almost a month. Now I find out that my dad wasn't even my real dad, that I have another one and that my real mum was some sort of species that I take after. For God's sake my uncle is the Dark Lord!"

"Mya, I think you need to sit down".

Mya who had been fanatically pacing proceeded to sit.

"Your real parents are dead too, you are the only surviving relative of your uncle, save one. I'm going to tell you the story my father told me about you, about when you were a baby". Draco then told Mya what his father had told him when he had announced Draco's mission.

After the story was told Mya asked if she could be taken to Dumbledore now, "to meet my fate", she'd whispered with a glint in her eye.

On the way to Dumbledore's office Draco brought up something that had been bothering him since Mya had said it. "Mya, who the hell is god?"

She'd just laughed and run ahead.

A.N so what do you think? Review please!