Chapter 12: Vengence

Voldemort sat in his throne room alone. No one had dared to enter since their defeat. They were only a hair away from defeating their enemies and bloody Harry Potter had shown up and saved the day. To say that Voldemort was mad was an understatement. He was roaring furious. Anyone who went near him walked away with burns from the magic radiating off him. Every last one of his followers feared being summoned for the simple fact they may not walk back out.

"MARCUS!!" Voldemort's voice rang out through the gloomy dungeon. Within seconds a lone figure entered. His greasy hair followed behind his hunched form. He wasn't pleasant to look at….or smell. However Voldemort was in use of his talents. An unregistered metamorphmagus could come in handy. He bowed and Voldemort fought back the stench that rolled off him in waves.

"Rise my friend. I have a job for you." Voldemort said. He rose not looking at the dark lord. "I want Lucius to go looking for his son. I now know that Draco is officially on the do-gooder side. None of the order will start a fight in the middle of the street. Leave a little present for Harry Potter. The explosive kind."

All that was heard throughout the hall was Voldemort's evil laugh which sent chills down his servant's spines.

Harry was frying up some bacon for Hermione when the first Order member arrived. Alastor Moody otherwise known, as Madeye. Harry put the eggs on Hermione's plate and seasoned her bacon. One thing he could thank the Dursley's for and that was his ability to cook.

"Harry Potter? Is that really you or is my eye finally to old to see clearly?" Madeye asked entering the kitchen. Harry turned and smiled. Madeye was looking worse for the wear. The war was taking a toll on him. "I've been involved in your rescue search. Where have you been?" He asked.

"I've been far away from here, but no worse for the wear." Harry replied shaking his hand in welcome. "Guess you're here for the meeting." Harry said offering Madeye a seat. He nodded and gladly sat down.

"Yes I am. Better to be early than late, I always say." He replied getting comfortable. "Constant Vigilance!" He continued, Harry was only waiting for him to say his famous words. Harry pulled the bacon of the stove and placed it onto Hermione's plate. Her breakfast was complete. "That smells good." Madeye said.

Harry thanked him, "Help yourself their's plenty more. I'm just going to take this plate to Mione." He headed out of the kitchen to pass Ron who was coming downstairs, probably smelling the sizzling bacon. Harry held back a chuckle as he saw Ron after Hermione. He was covered in red spots, and he had a bit of smell to him. He didn't look happy at all but who could blame him, he had Hermione mad at him.

He reached the top floor and knocked on Hermione's door. "If you are Ron or anyone that's not Harry I have a fleet of flying pigs ready for departure." Harry chuckled; he couldn't believe how much he missed her, even when she was mad.

"Harry, that smells good." She said. She was dressed now and sitting at her desk. It surprisingly looked just like his. All of the information about Horcrux's pinned on the wall and where they could be. Harry set the plate on the table and pulled up a seat.

"The order is beginning to arrive." Harry said as she dug into her breakfast. Harry watched as she devoured her eggs and biscuits. He wouldn't want to be between her when she is hungry and mad. A deadly combination if you asked him, having first hand seen her in both situations.

"Wonderful, I can only wait to discuss how to fight Voldemort without Harry? Oh wait, Harry's back!" Hermione finished off her plate. "You know Harry; they were more worried about finding you then fighting this war. Perhaps we can focus now that your back." She said looking sad.

"Hermione, what happened while I was gone?" Harry asked.

"We lost a lot of people. Even the muggle world is terrified to go outside their homes." She said, "Not only that but the ministry has fallen apart. There isn't any order on the streets. You walk out of your house you better have a shielding charm on. Death Eaters roam free on the streets. It's a mad house. The only thing that still has some order is the paper; however that's because Voldemort has people on the inside to print what he wants the people to know." She finally just looked down.

"Hermione, did something happen?" He asked reaching out to touch her shoulder. She pulled back and turned away.

"Harry, promise me you'll kill him. He has taken so many. Harry I'll do whatever to help you find the Horcrux's. I don't care if you think it's too dangerous. I'll have my part in his downfall." She said causing something to go cold within him. He had never heard Hermione talk like this nor had he ever felt such cruelty radiating off her in waves.

"Hermione what happened?" He asked again. Something had to be the cause. How could Hermione become like this? In only a year? Of course he'd been gone twenty, but he was living in hell. He had reason to become cold hearted and want to get revenge.

"He killed them." She said. Harry kneeled in front of her and grabbed her shoulders. "My parents, he killed them."

Harry's heart stopped as he pulled Hermione into his chest and held her tight as she cried. They had brought the war to home. They had taken from her, and in turn him. No one else he cared about was going to be hurt or killed, not that he was back. Vengeance was going to be had.

"Hermione, I swear to you this; Voldemort and those who follow him will feel the pain you do. They will pay, and fall at my hands. No one hurts the woman I love." His anger got the best of him and he let those precious words slip.

Authors Note: Okay so another update. Hope you enjoy. I'll try to update however I have a placement test tomorrow so I don't know if I'll be able to update tomorrow night or not. If not look for one the following evening. Thanks to all the reviewers. It's nice to open an email with words of encouragement and praise for something you do for the heck of it. It means a lot that you all go out of your way to let me know what you think of my created world, weather it be good or bad. So again thanks.

The Wigster