Chapter 2: Going Bad Behind Their Eyes
Despite what everyone saw, Hermione was not the innocent, intellectual know it all. That was an alliby that she decided to keep up with in her second year after Malfoy had called her a Mudblood. She was sad and humiliated at first by it. Now, she was just furious.
Hermione, in her spare time, would study the dark arts, but disguised the books she read on the subjects to look like Hogwarts a History. She reeled in information like a leech when it came to the dark arts. In fact, she believed that she might be the first Gryffendor to go bad completely.
Before third year, Hermione and her friends went to Magical Menagerie and the first thing that caught her eye was a large, bushy ginger cat with a squashed face. Approaching the cat, Hermione realized this was the pet she wanted. The cat looked at her and seemed to smile.
A student of the Dark Arts I see. A voice said inside her head. Hermione looked around but there was no one. The cat, Hermione; I am the cat. Hermione looked at the cat and her eyes widened the cat was sitting up and looking strait at her with emerald green eyes and a shrewd smile was on its lips.
"Who are you?"
Not aloud, my dear. My name is Morgoth. But I want you to name me Crookshanks.
Why do you think I'm going to take you?
Because I can teach you everything I know, I am the Alvatair of the Shadow. (AN: Alavatairs are in the Silmarillion. A prequel to the Hobbit and Lord of the Rings. Morgoth was, from what I understood, the father of Sauron and the Alvatair or god of the Shadow.)
And you can teach me everything I'll need to know?
And more, my dear! In time, this world will be ours for the taking. But first, we must defeat that fool; Voldemort. My poor, poor orcs and goblins need a ruler and Voldemort in no way shape or form is suitable to lead them. But you…Hermione Granger…you are wise and well taught. Any can fall to your feet and worship you like a queen. I can teach you everything you need to know. Adopt me and take me to Hogwarts. No one will suspect that I am there. The world can not undergo a perfect change unless Voldemort is defeated and you take his place in the hidden land of Mordor. I can take you there. I can shower you with knowledge and riches. I will love you as if you were my daughter. And I will train you until you are better even then the best generals.
All I need to do is adopt you and take you in as my pet.
Simple as that. You want to teach that fool, Draco Malfoy, a lesson on lesser blood, do you?
Yes.
I can help you there. You, Hermione Granger, you are a queen of stature and greatness. Beautiful and terrible. All will love you and despair.
Hermione looked at the cat and smiled. Someone tapped her shoulder. Turning around, Hermione saw one of the clerks. "Do you want him?" Hermione looked back at the cat and smiled.
"Yes. I do."
Viktor Krum was, at one point, a great young man. But when he went to Hogwarts for his final year, he met Hermione Granger; a mysterious girl and very beautiful in his eyes. But then again, he met Morgoth before Hermione. He was chosen to be her top general; one of the "Nine," as Morgoth called them.
There was himself, Viktor Krum, Malcolm Baddock, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Lucian Bole, Terrance Higgs, Marcus Flint, Adrian Pucey, and Graham Pitchard. Most of them were from Hermione's school and pretended to hate her when they were recruited to serve her as the Nine over the previous year by Morgoth.
All of them were given an ornamented ring. Each one different from the other. Hermione herself wore a ring as well. But the ring was plain gold. Simple, yet complex for whenever she wore it, it gave off a magical glow and an inscription was written on it in a language that Morgoth taught them: Black Elven.
"Viktor, as the eldest, you are to be the second to Hermione. Her Commander-and-Chief. In time, I believe that you will have a title that will strike fear into the hearts of men and none could defeat you." Morgoth said. But then his mood changed and he turned back to Viktor. "But you are not immortal completely. Only those who are not a man can defeat you." Viktor could never figure this out and never would until the very end.
At the Yule Ball, Viktor felt it was his duty to escort his "Lord" as Hermione preferred to be called over "Lady." And somehow…Viktor believed that the whole "Lord Hermione" thing would come back to haunt him and many others some day.
Viktor had no idea how right he was…
Hermione began her leadership skills by helping Harry rebel against Umbridge. But late at night, Hermione would practice the dark arts with Morgoth's help.
Morgoth suggested Dumbledore's Army. Morgoth told Hermione to lead Umbridge into the forest. Morgoth taught Hermione the blackest magic that ever existed. Not even Voldemort or Grindenwald themselves would have dared to use these spells even if they new about them.
But Hermione used them to control her friends; the spells were undetectable. No one could have noticed any trace of the spells. Not even Harry could feel her presence around him. In fact; it was almost impossible to control Harry.
But that didn't matter, all she needed was to control Ron and have him lead Harry off once in a while…
It was the Eve of the Final Battle. Hermione stayed up all night conversing telepathically with Morgoth.
What do you want me to do?
Just to get close enough to Harry so that you can control him. Use him to kill Voldemort for you.
Since I can't kill Voldemort myself…have the one who can do it without a second thought.
Precisely!
Should be easy enough; I just need to remind Harry about all the pain Voldemort caused him. Harry will be so angry; he'll be unable to think about anything but seeing Voldemort's blood.
Well thought, my dear. And once Voldemort is dead, we will take the Black Mace.
Could you explain?
When I first approached the world, I constructed a weapon that I and only one of my choosing can use and bear; like that ring on your finger. There is a spell to summon the mace and enable you to use it: Accio Sarcista en Marochke.
I'll do my best, Morgoth.
I know, my daughter. I know.
The day arrived and Hermione walked out next to Harry, concentrating on controlling him. After a few minutes of concentration, Harry was following her every command without knowing it. When he caught sight of Voldemort, he charged, focusing his anger and hatred all on Voldemort.
The abrupt attack shocked everyone except Hermione, though no one noticed. Moments later, Voldemort had fallen to the ground, dead; Hermione took care of the Horcruxes over the years which was why they couldn't be found, save the ring and the diary. Hermione released her hold on Harry and raised her wand to the sky.
"ACCIO SARCISTA EN MARCHOKE!!" She yelled. The sky darkened and rain began to pour. Thunder rumbled and lightening clashed, but an object came floating through the air and towards her. It slowed as it approached the summoner and Hermione grabbed hold of it…
Hermione woke and saw someone next to her, sleeping soundly in a chair. Sitting up, she saw the Black Mace on the counter next to the sleeping form, which began to stir.
"Hermione?" Harry asked. Hermione stretched.
"What?"
"What happened to you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know perfectly well. Why did you summon that Black Mace?" Harry asked. Hermione looked at him, faking puzzlement.
"The Black Mace?"
"Don't play games with me right now, Hermione. I realize now that you aren't the same person you were in first or second year anymore."
"Harry, I really don't know what you're talking about Harry. I never summoned that thing." Harry grabbed her by the arms and held her tightly, but roughly.
"We all saw you summon it, Hermione. Ron, Ginny, Malfoy, Snape, McGonnagal, Lupin and I. The Malfoys have studied and collected different types of dark items. But they dared not find the Alvatair Morgoth's weapon. Which is that…that thing on the table." Harry hissed. He let go and looked out the window. "Please tell me that you were possessed by someone at that time. Tell me you weren't in your right mind."
"Harry, why would you think that I would summon the Black Mace?" Hermione said innocently. "I swear upon my life, I'm alright."
"For your sake, Hermione Jane Granger, you better be telling the truth, because if your not, I might as well just jump out this window!" He hissed.
"Harry," Hermione said, unable to hide the smile, "do you even know what you're saying?"
"As a matter of fact, Hermione, I do." Hermione's smile disappeared. "If you are turning evil…well…then I don't know what I'll do about it. I already had Voldemort to deal with. I don't want to have to kill my best friend. I…I love—"
"Love me?" Hermione scoffed. "Well, I'm sorry Harry, but if you insist on not joining me, then we must part. I've had enough of the whole good girl routine that I've had to keep up for five years." Hermione strode out of the Hospital Wing, the Black Mace in her hand.
