Disclaimer: I do not own JK Rowling's characters. (sigh)

A/N: I'm visiting my mom, she doesn't have the best computer, but it does have the basics. I'll try to update as quickly as possible. This story takes place in Hermione's 6th year because I couldn't figure out how to make it work in her 7th year. For the most part I will be ignoring HBP.

Chapter One

The sky is a dark hue of blue, the wind slightly rustling through the leaves of a towering oak. Tonight is a perfect summer night, yet Hermione couldn't shake the feeling something wasn't right.

Hermione sat in the hammock on her parents back porch. She often came out here to write letters, and sometimes just for the quiet. She just finished writing letters to her best friends, Ron and Harry. They were six weeks into the summer holidays, and she still hasn't seen them.

Hermione reluctantly got out of her chair to fetch some owl treats for Septimus (her parents bought him for her 17th birthday). Hermione went back out to the porch and called over the completely black snowy owl. The lady at Eeylops Owl Emporium said he was a one of a kind bird. " Septimus, take these to Ron and Harry, you know where to find them." Hermione said as she finished tying the letters to the owl's leg. Ron and Harry were staying at the burrow, and were going to the headquarters a week before school started. As Septimus took wing she sat back in the hammock.

Hermione was always careful to not say where the letters were going, you could never be too careful, even in the muggle world. Because Hermione was the best friend to Harry Potter, and the smartest witch to attend Hogwarts since Rowena Ravenclaw herself, she was a prime target for Voldemort and his supporters.

Hermione shivered and wrapped her blanket tighter around her shoulders. She still couldn't shake the bad feeling. Hermione looked at her watch and was surprised to see it was midnight. Hermione went inside and performed her usual before bed rituals. Hermione was home alone tonight, her parents were out for a romantic dinner, and she attributed the bad feeling to nerves. Despite being 17, Hermione had never been home alone before.

Hermione went downstairs to turn out the lights, and as she turned out the last light, ear piercing screams were heard from outside. The color drained from her face as she recognizes her mother's wails. She runs out the front door and is confronted by a gruesome sight. Hermione's world was crashing down around her. The sight before her was too horrific to comprehend. Her father lay mangled in an unnatural position on the front lawn. He was almost in two pieces. Her mother was naked, her dress in tatters on the ground, she was being passed from black robed figure to black robed figure. All the while being fondled.

Her mother's sobs jolted Hermione into action. " Mom" Hermione screamed, running toward them with her wand drawn. The fact that she was grossly outnumbered hardly registered in her panic wracked mind.

"Expelliarmus" she shouted, effectively disarming the death eater closest to her. All attention was focused on her now. " Run, Hermione." Her mother shouted, before being elbowed in the face.

The death eater that appeared to be leading the show shouted to the others, "get her alive, the dark lord wants her!"

Hermione stunned two death eaters and killed one with a reducto curse before she was hit with a full body bind from behind. The lead death eater motioned for everyone to go inside her home. She was tied up and her wand was taken from her before they performed the counter curse. Once she was unceremoniously dropped on the floor, the lead death eater removed his mask and backhanded Hermione. She spat out blood, but wouldn't give him the satisfaction of a cry.

"I've always wanted to do that," the voice of Lucius said from above her. Hermione lifted her steely gaze to meet the sneering countenance of Lucius Malfoy.

" Do you know why we're here Granger?" Lucius began, Hermione just glared. "No, then I'll explain, The Dark Lord has been searching for the orphaned daughter of the prominent pureblood family, the Bourge's. The Bourge's betrayed the Dark Lord and hid from him. Any guess's as to who this orphan is?" Hermione just looked confused. "You are the daughter of Chantelle and Tyler Bourge."

Hermione, with disbelief written all over her face, said, " You expect me to believe the words of a slave to the half-blood snake-man in denial of his own heritage."

With rage clearly evident in his voice and features Lucius half shouted, "Do not speak that way of the dark lord." And he backhanded her again. " Bring in the squib," he said to the death eater to his right.

Hermione couldn't keep back the tears any longer as her mother was dragged into the room, and forced to kneel in front of her. Lucius had his hand wrapped in her hair and gave a quick tug on her hair, bringing tears to her mother's eyes, before he lowered his mouth right beside her ear. " Why don't you tell your darling daughter the truth about her parents." Lucius said.

Hermione looked confused, "mom," she whispered. Her mom turned sad eyes on her daughter, blood running down her face in rivulets from her broken nose. " Hermione, I never planned on telling you in this way, I was planning on telling you next year." Her mom began. " I've always loved you as my own daughter" Lucius tugged on her hair again. " I adopted you after finding out your real parents, my sister and her husband, died in a car crash. I'm really your Aunt and Godmother. Your parents went into hiding…" her mother was cut off by Lucius with a kick to her ribs.

" That'll be quite enough, you filthy squib. Avada Kedavra. Kim Granger slumped to the ground beside her daughter. Hermione let out a wail reminiscent of a wounded doe. " Mom, mom…please" she tried to wiggle towards her mother.

Lucius backhanded her again to remind her to stay put. "You Hermione Bourge, are the daughter and sole heir to a prominent pureblood family from France. I always wondered how you could be so powerful, so intelligent. No mudblood has ever been top of her class before in Hogwarts." Lucius smirked at her before continuing, " The dark lord wishes to meet with you." Lucius signaled to the two death eaters to his left. They started to pick her up when the sound of many people apparating at the same time was heard. Hermione's living room became a battleground.

Hermione deciding to take advantage of the chaos in her living room dropped herself to the floor and scissor tripped the death eater to her right. The death eater to her left fell beside her. Hermione felt someone grab her from behind, and she immediately tried to struggle, but it was to late, the person holding her disapparated with her with a resounding crack.

A/N: Sorry about the cliffy. (Mwahahahaha)

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