Hey everybody! I didn't expect to see so many reviews so soon. I actually was half-asleep at 5:15 am (School reason) and I checked my page. I expected to see none, but was I surprised to see 5 already! I actually took an empty notebook to school and started to work on my plot n stuff. Hopefully this one won't be as fast. I guess I should put out there that if you want to be my beta, just contact me or say it in your review.

Disclaimer: If I owned HP, I wouldn't be writing a fanfics. So true…

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Chapter two: Is it worth it?

Hermione slowly awoke hours later after Snape's silent vow of revenge. She laid there on the couch still with her ribs still hurting, along with her hands and well, basically everything hurt. She could hear voices, whether it was in the room she was in or the next, she couldn't tell.

She laid still for a few minutes more before slowly opening her eyes, the bright light from a nearby lamp shining directly in them. She quickly closed them. A small sigh escaped her lips. She then thought about where she was. A flood of memories shot through her head like a hammer hitting a nail. Things from her father, to his proclamation about Voldermort and to Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

She wondered though, what had happened after her body fainted of exhaustion. How long had she laid there like that. Was it hours? Or even minutes? Honestly, she had no idea. Hermione knew she had to get up to find out those answers, but she knew she had to answer some in return.

How could she tell them that Hermione, part of the golden trio and know-it-all was the daughter of loyal Death Eaters? That Voldermort ordered them to protect her? She felt sick to her stomach at the thought of it. She felt disgusted with herself. Completely disgusted.

All this time she had run into countless Death Eaters. How often had her parents been there? How often had they fought Harry? Ron? Or even herself? How many had they killed? Where they just as bad as the others? Killing innocent muggles and enjoying it? The first time in her life, this was a question that she did NOT want the answer to.

She heard then a knock on the door and footsteps moving closer. "Hermione? Are you awake?" A voice said softly, it sounded female. Hermione knew instantly it was though. Mrs. Weasely was there.

Mrs. Weasely was like a mother to her, would she scorn her? She knew that it didn't matter now though, she had to wake up sometime. She slowly opened her eyes this time, letting her eyes adjust to the light. After they had, she then began to get up. As she moved though, a pain shot through her body.

"Now dear, your body has been through a lot. Do not push it even farther than it can go.." Mrs. Weasely said kindly to her. It was obvious she was worried. After all, she had the habit of fidgeting and playing with the hem of her shirt or long sleeves if she had it.

Hermione nodded, but she didn't say anything. She didn't trust her voice. She was afraid that if she talked, Mrs. Weasely would know. Laying back down, she stared up at the ceiling, listening to a nearby clock tick.

"I suppose I should go tell the others you have awaken." Mrs. Weasely said as she left the room, biting her bottom lip. The woman knew something was wrong, after all Hermione had never ever acted like this in the past. Hermione was one of the stronger members of the Order.

A few minutes later, or Hermione guessed, there was a stampede of footsteps and loud voices. She almost wished they would just leave her alone. But they were all worried about her.

"HERMIONE!" Several voices yelled at once, a mixture of worry, anxiousness, excitement, and relief heard in once word. She glanced at them before returning her eyes to this spot on the ceiling that had become very interesting within the last few seconds.

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"Mione?" Harry asked as he moved closer towards her. He could tell right away that something was indeed wrong. If everything was fine then she would have grinned or even smiled at them then attempting to respond, but she hadn't even done that! He didn't know at that moment to hug her or play twenty questions.

Just looking at her saddened him though. She had a bruise on her cheek still that Madame Poppy couldn't get rid of for some reason. Hermione would have to take the potions soon so she could heal. If she didn't there could be lasting effects of the injures. He sighed softly as she continued to stare upwards.

Out of the corner of his he saw Snape in the corner of the room. Harry didn't even know he was in the home, let alone in the room. When he had found out that Snape of all people found her and took her in, he was shocked. After all, most people expected he would of left her there and gotten Remus to carry her in. But it seemed like he had some human decency.

Harry sat down and ran a hand through his hair; it was obvious that Hermione wasn't going to answer him or anyone else's greetings. He watched as Remus walked into the room and sat down on the table in front of the couch she was on.

Remus had a tray in his hands, which had the potions she needed to take. Whether she liked it or not sadly. He hoped that she wouldn't put up a fight.

"Now Hermione, I have some potions for you take. Please work with us here and drink them…" He pleaded to her. After all, he wouldn't force anything down her throat. It wasn't in his nature to be that violent. Well, half of it to be exact.

Hermione nodded and looked up at the ceiling still as Remus helped her drink the potions. This disgusted look crossed her face as she drank them though. Afterwards, she let her face return to it's neutral state.

Remus sighed and left the room, shaking his head. The others followed him, except for Snape. They couldn't stand the tension and the condition their friend was in.

"What happened to her?" Harry asked, sorrow evident in his eyes.

"I have no idea, but whatever it was…" Remus replied, not being able to finish.

It seemed that it was hurting all of them. The fact that their friend was in the other room, and they couldn't do a damn thing to help her.

"Why the hell won't she just tell us what happened?" Rom shouted after silence had filled the room. He was obviously worried, but he couldn't take it. "One of us should just go in there and do something! We can't just stand here like nothing is wrong!" He turned around and began to head back.

As he was about to reach the door though, Harry grabbed his wrist. "We can't do that. We might lose Mione's friendship. Plus, if we push her.. she could get worse." He said honestly, but sternly. Harry wasn't going to risk losing another friend, just because Ron was an impatient git. That was for sure.

Ron stood there, not saying a word. He knew Harry was right, but couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Ron, let's just go back to the burrow. Your mom will be furious that we left without telling her or leaving a note." Harry said to him, last time Ron left his mother nearly made his go deaf.

Ron nodded and headed towards the fireplace. He glanced back once before leaving without saying goodbye.

Harry sighed and looked at Remus. "I'll go talk to him. He's just upset because, he fees like he should of invited her to the burrow." He gave a half smile to his old friend.

"I understand. You better go ahead before Ron thinks you tricked him." Remus said, shooing him off. He watched as Harry followed after his friend, gone with a poof of smoke or ashes. Which ever you prefer.

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Back in the other room, Snape sat in an old chair off to the side. He hadn't taken his eyes off the girl since earlier that day. When he saw her eyes, they seemed cloudy. It was almost as if she wasn't even with here body. He noticed when the others came running through, she held sadness and regret in them.

He wondered what had happened to her. It had to be pretty bad considering what she been though already. It frustrated him to no end. Inside he was trying everything to figure that puzzle out, driving him insane. Yet, on the outside he held the same face. The one that gave no emotions away.

Snape watched as Remus came in and checked on her, trying to get answers again. It was no use. Hermione was stubborn as that fool Weasely. He had obviously rubbed off on her over the years.

After an hour of trying, Remus left the room. The wolf was clearly upset. It had been fruitless effort. Snape held back a smirk as the other man left the room. Hours later, he had to guess it was almost dusk, the wolf came in to feed her. But it was to no avail. It seemed that talking and eating were out of the question when it came to her.

Eventually, Remus gave up. He put the food on the nearby table and headed upstairs to bed. Apparently, he trusted Snape to watch over her. Why? Snape had no idea what so ever. His eyes rested on the girl, as he turned off the lights.

Then not even a few minutes later, he heard something. He was confused at first, but it quickly became clear. Hermione was crying. Tears were rolling off her cheeks, one after another. She was expressing the pain within her for the first time after the incident. He wasn't sure if she even knew he was still there. After all, he had been quiet all day.

Snape couldn't leave her until she told him what had happened to her and who did it. He would kill the bastard who did this to one of the people closet to him.

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At Malfoy's manor, a figure slammed open the front doors and stormed his way downstairs to a meeting room. The person opened up the wooden door to find a room full of hooded men and woman infront of a figure sitting at a almost king like throne.

"Lord, she knows!" Anthony Granger proclaimed as he made his was to Voldermort. "Forgive, my Lord!" He begged as anger flashed through his Lord's eyes.

"She what?!" Voldermort stood up, "I gave you one job Malfoy. To watch over her. The key to victory and you couldn't do that!"

"Please sir forgive me! She was speaking ill about you! I could not stand for her to treat my own Lord that way!" He got down on his knees and looked up at him.

"You are a fool. No wonder your father wanted nothing to do with you." He turned to a hooded figure next to him, "Malfoy?" The figure stepped forward, revealing Draco's father. A smirk was on his face. Anthony looked at him, fear in his eyes.

"Well, seems that you will always be the failure of the family. To think, the only reason you are alive is because father was tricked into sleeping with that whore of a woman." His half brother walked over to him, pointing his wand. "Well An- well Samuel.. You shall be punished for your misdeeds." With that he muttered one of the curses that sent Samuel screaming in pain.

Voldermort watched, his eyes never leaving the drama infront of him as he sat down. "Well now that the situation is taken care for now.." He turned his attention back to something else important. In front of him was a hooded figure, his arm red from the fresh dark mark just put on it moments ago. "Well my new spy. Seems that the situation is far worse that originally planned. You are going to begin the mission tomorrow. Understand?"

The new Death Eater nodded, "Yes my Lord.." His voice confident and strong. " I will not fail you."

"Good. If you do then you shall be punished just like the failure you have just witnessed." A smirk crossed the dark lord's face. "No go. We do not want any questions asked by the order."

The figured replied, "My Lord." And quickly left the room.

Voldermort looked at his followers, "Soon this battle shall be over. Our victory is in the hands of our spy. One that no one will ever suspect. Now go, while I tend to a matter at hand." His gaze returned the Samuel Malfoy, half brother to his right hand man.

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Well? Was it better than the first chappie? I already have the third chapter planned out of course, and no it will be a while before you find out who is the spy. evil laugh Please review! If I get ten more then I will update asap!

OMG!!! Erm, wow.. I just realized this is my longest chapter ever.. and the quickest I have ever updated. I guess all my reviews got me all excited!

Also I was thinking, maybe every 50 reviews I will add that person for a quick role in my fic. It could be a bad guy to a student to a victim. How does that sound?

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