Ok this is a random story idea that came to me. So tell me what you think. I'd love to know what you think =).

As always anything recognisable belongs to J. K. Rowling.

- Ally

Chapter one - Platform Nine and Three-Quarters

The smoke rose high above the roof of the deserted station crawling along and out. The silence had an eerie feel to it and the air suffocating. This night was not a night of mystery, magic and wonder... no tonight was a night of pure evil and ghastly deeds to be preformed. To be alone was a stupid and very clumsy idea. The old Hogwarts Express sat obediently waiting for the special and urgent delivery it had to transport to safety. It was spelled to only allow one person on it. Spells and ward shielding the worn exterior from dark magic.

A cloak figure bounded through the barrier and rushing forward toward the open door of the train. A semi-large bundle clutched protectively. The noise echoed in the silence of the still lonely station. The figure pressed on, though their feet hurt and their head pounded. They had their goal and they were set on it. If they died doing this one special thing, their life would not be in vain. The audible pop sounds came from behind. The figure turned their head sharply, the hood of the cloak falling to reveal a head of long dark curly hair and bright brown eyes; three figures stood, each in black with a silver mask.

She turned swiftly back towards the train.

"I would stop where you are..." One of the masked figures called out.

She slowed down to walking pace, not looking back. "Why would I do that?"

"Because you are treading a very thin line." The dark and commanding voice sneered.

The woman laughed. "And what thin line would that be? Huh? You think you can stop me?"

"Let me think about that... yeah..." He dashed forward. The woman expecting his move countered it by dashing towards the train and placing the large whimpering bundle inside, safe, and protected.

"NO!" The figure growled grabbing her round the waist mere seconds too late. "Retrieve the child... now!"

"No. Potter's child is safe now. His mother and father safely in hiding, soon to be joined by their beloved son." The woman smirked, so natural and elegant. A smirk of pure poison, assurance and self confidence.

The man behind the mask pinned her against the carriage. "You never did realise your superiors did you?"

"My superiors? You mean yourself? You superior to me? Wow... and muggles can get through the barrier and Firewhiskey isn't alcohol."

"We could play this game forever." The voice gritted half in anger.

"No one lives forever. Not even our hated dictator." She bit her lip mockingly. "I'd say what a shame but then that would be lying. Potter defeated Voldermort... he can defeat you."

"Yet you're not in good books right now are you? Your power growing. He's growing suspicious am I right?" He laughed wickedly knowing he had touched an extremely raw nerve. "I am."

"What would you know?" She sneered, pushing him of herself with an almighty shove.

"You changed. He doesn't like change. You found yourself. Our side would not repress or limit you. You would be free to choose whatever you would like. Would you not like that?" He managed through the pain erupting from his chest. The girl had some force behind her push.

"The dark could never lure me. I am immune to the howls of the evil. Resistant to the song of your sinful tune. I am the light at the end of the tunnel. The silver lining on the cloud. You could try sway me but it would never work. Purity runs deep inside my veins. Love warming my soul. You don't stand a chance." The woman yelled at him. The other masked figures even recoiled at the tone of her voice; their leader was right in saying that she had changed but what would have brought about such a remarkable change in one such as her.

"Merlin. You've handed me such a challenge. But rest assured, never let it be said I back down. I will succeed. Ying and Yang, baby. One has to exist for the other to survive. It's all about balance." He growled loudly. Who was she to talk to him like that? She was nothing. Even Potter had almost turned against her. Soon she would be on her own; and at that point he would strike and have her as his own.

She smirked at him malevolently and took a couple of steps towards him. She reached out and cupped his cheek. "What you mentioned about a balance may be true... but find the balance in some other witch! Oh and don't call me Baby..." She brought her knee up sharply. The two figures that on-looked the going-ons laughed; it was not everyday a woman tried to hurt their Leader. It was a good try but she was unsuccessful.

"Nice try Cutie." He said genuinely; not even some of his own men had the guts to try that.

"What the kind of shield do you have on you?" She took several shaky steps backward until she was backed against the train.

"One of a kind... that would have hurt a lot." He smirked. "Now collect the child."

"Never. You'll have to kill me first."

"No. No. No. That would be such a waste of such obvious ...talent and guts." His laughter rung around the station; followed by the laughter of his goons.

She gave a disgusted look knowing full well what he thought her talents were. She wasn't like that. Why did everyone assume that? Why did everyone assume she'd be a killer? She had to get out of there. Find her own way to Hogwarts. Escape.

She eyed his companions and looked for possible weaknesses. She was good at assessing the enemy. The shorter one seems to lean on his left side more which made him more left orientated and most importantly, his left stronger. If she attack his right he could get a good swing, if she attacked the left he could strike with his wand. She calculated this in mere seconds.

He watched her closely. He could tell her eyes were thinking. Calculating. She was smart, he already knew that. For her line of work you had to be smart just as he had to be, even though if you looked at the two men behind him, you wouldn't think so.

She waited. It was a battle of wits, waiting to see who would make the first move.

"Boss?" One of the figures called, as he turned, she darted along the platform to the front of the train, he noticed a minute later but a minute was all she needed.

She reached the front of the train and said the spell causing the train to start its travel. "ACCIO NIMBUS!"

A broom came swiftly flying in and she jumped on it. He stood in frozen awe. She hated flying at school. This made him even more determined to find out what had changed her.

"Boss?" Came a sheepish voice.

"WHAT?!" He turned on his heels his light hair falling across his eyes, so like an angel, but a fallen one at that.

"Do we go after her?"

"No Crabbe we do not go after her!"

"Draco... I mean Boss... shouldn't we?" The taller one intervened.

"Didn't you just hear me Goyle?! We have some investigating to do. Draw up every file you can find on our dear Miss Hermione Granger..."

Please review and give me your view. The next chapter is written. That's where most of the drama starts.