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Okay, this chapter's gonna be a bit weird. Nothing serious before, but now that some things will be revealed…

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Betty, Sod, Henry and Hacker-Who-lived

Hermione instantly spun around to see Snape trying not to stare at the screen, his eyes bewildered as if he'd just witnessed the third rise of the Dark Lord. He looked at her as if it was her fault he had seen it. If Hermione had a mirror near by, she would have noted that her look wasn't much better.

Suddenly comp emitted a very disturbing sound.

'Turn it off!!! Now, right now or I hex you!' Snape was actually pointing his wand at her and then at her computer, trying to decide which to hex first.

Hermione bewildered and horrified herself, pushed the restart button and there was only dark in the room until comp screen lit up again.

Snape took a deep breath and tried to look as calm as possible. Not that it worked. Even the hair on his head was standing up and Hermione already looked like Simba the Lion King. And they just sat there. This was probably the worst and ugliest thing Hermione had witnessed in her entire life. How was she going to live this down. First rule: don't hack unless you know it's worth it. This wasn't worth it. She wouldn't do it again to save her life. It was worse than seeing Nott torture Nevile Longbottom to death during the last school year.

Bellatrix Lestrange had her own home made Porn site…

'How… what was this?' Snape asked, his voice almost trembling with fright.

'It was… are you familiar with a term Interned or world wide web?' Snape nodded uncertain. 'So this is… this is Bellatrix's Lestrange web site.' She finished in a weak voice.

'How did you find it. Why were you looking for it? She's dead and curiosity doesn't justify This.' He pointed at comp, eyes bewildered.

'I…' she sighted. Maybe truth would be better, especially now that she knew for the fact that Bellatrix wasn't dead.

'Are you familiar with a term hacker?' she asked hopefully.

Snape nodded.

'Something like a ward breaker.'

'Yes, so I've been learning hacking from one guy I've met. He's a great hacker as a matter of fact. When we met it was just for fun, but then one day he said he met some guy that called himself' she gulped, either he would laugh, think she was cookoo or kill her. 'The Dark Lord Voldemort.'

It was even worse. As long as she knew Snape, the last time she saw him look this horrified was during her third year, at the Shrieking Shack. Hermione thought it would be best to explain and be over with it.

'He said that Voldemort was quite interested in this muggle technology and asked him if it was possible to create an alternate reality in the web. Unfortunately he said it was possible and that he should start by learning basics of programming, like aritmancy, and studying hacker protection.'

Hermione had to take a deep breath. Snape looked ashen and furious at the same time, she didn't dare meet his eyes, though they were boring into her skull. She continued:

'Some time later, Voldemort approached him again. He asked if it was possible to transfer the body into the created realm. I think he only joked, but Xot said that maybe DNA could be transformed into Matrix. Half a year later, Voldemort by the nick of VoldyDark sent Xot a huge thank you virus that practically destroyed his mother disk. Only then he told me about Voldemort. He didn't think it was something serious at the time. By the description of the virus it was like a killing curse, so Xot could be called a Hacker-Who-Lived.' She finished weakly.

The look on Snapes face was pure horror by now. Damn her if she died, she'll finish the story.

'And now there's Bellatrix. For two weeks since Voldemort's death there was no activity, but yesterday Xot detected action. Bellatrix visited Voldemort from her own website witch we just saw. Assuming it's her website, she's very much alive. She wasn't killed like the rest of deatheaters.'

'Have you told this to any member of the Order?' Snape snapped. Hearing this Hermione hissed.

'Of course! I mean they were so comforting when I asked them WHY they decided to sacrifice my family for the Greater Good, which was what!?' Hermione didn't know if to feel pained of angry. How dare he?

'Good.' Was all Snape said and stormed downstairs. Few minutes later Hermione felt the house shaking. Was he lowering the wards? What the heck?

He came back seconds later panting and looking for, now his, jumper. Finding it and throwing it on himself he suddenly spun around and grabbed Hermione by her shoulders making her stand.

'Take the box,' he pointed toward computer. 'and anything else you might need for the next few days.'

The look on his face told her to better shut up and do as he said. She grabbed her coat, a lighter with a whole box of cigarettes (Snape raised an eyebrow though he was busy sending blue sparks into the night sky), pocket knife and most importantly, MP3 player. She wouldn't survive a day without it.

She shrunk everything and put it into her coat pocket. Suddenly the wind started rising and she was unceremoniously showed into the same wardrobe Snape use for bed. He banged the door shut with a lot of force and for a few seconds there was a total silence until a very low male voice boomed.

'Betty! What the hell are you doing. You're supposed to be hiding, not sending fireworks reading "Snape's here, come and get me"!'

Hermione frowned. Snape faced Wizangamot and was proved innocent. As innocent as an ex- deatheather and Snape could be, anyways. What was he hiding from?

Something sticky was on her lips but she ignored it as she listened further.

'So what's the meaning of this? You sent the letter, I thought you'd be staying here for the rest of the summer before going back to Hogwarts?'

Snape here for the whole summer. What the hell is going on? Whoa whoa!

'What the hell is going on Snape?!' she blasted the door open and screeched. She had had enough. First he comes looking like a rag princess, then starts this cryptic shit 'I'll explain later', sleeps in my wardrobe during days Upside Down, and now some dude comes and says he'll be staying for the whole summer?

Both man turned around to look at her. Surprisingly Snape didn't look angry, just … guilty? To hell with Snape, what really bothered her was the other man. The man was no "dude", Na-ah. If there was a description for him than it was Scary. Snape was like scary and that man was Scary capital S. His robes were black, high collared like priest's, his skin so pale that it almost shined in the darkness, heavy lidded eyes half open, orbs abnormal shade of blue. His hair was almost exact color as his skin if not whiter. He leaned forward, only inches away from Hermione's face, bared his teeth as if grinning and purred.

'And just what do we have here?'

'Oh for gods sake, Sod, sod off. You look freak enough to scare the daylights out of her.' Snape snarled.

The man stood straight again and grinned. His face was handsome but there was something about him that made your guts freeze.

'She's the reason you're here Sod. Apparently we were right, Bellatrix wasn't killed. But that's not the issue. By what she told me,' Snape glanced at Hermione 'Dark Lord might have left us a present or worse, he might not be as... as we'd like him to be.'

Sod raised his eyebrows: 'Ahamh… Okay… We'll have to run some tests to confirm brain damage, so just in case you both will have to come to the headquarters. Betty, if this is a joke…' the man looked seriously at Snape. Then it hit Hermione.

'Why does he call you Betty? Hermione was already in a fit of giggles.

Snape flinched and turned red. The man next to him smiled evilly.

'Oh, Betty is his code name, miss. Isn't that right, Betty? It's most befitting.'

'Shut up and Sod off.' Snarled Snape.

'Now now Betty. There's nothing to be ashamed of.' cooed Hermione. 'And it sounds quite nice. Say, was that because of BATTY or it's just because there's something about you I'm not supposed to know?' she asked in suggestive voice.

'You know about batty?' asked man looking quite impressed. 'It took us a better half of decade to find this out and give him his code name.' he laughed in a rich baritone. 'I take it you're Hermione Gringer, owner of this place. I'm Valdorf. Can call me Sod Off, or simply Sod.'

Hermione smiled but was reluctant to go any further. Even if he called Snape Betty and his was Sod Off, he still looked like a predator.

'Now Sev, why was she hiding in there and why is her nose bleedin'?' Snapes face flickered with guilt again. Hermione touched her nose with her fingertips and winced. She spun around to look at the mirror and almost screamed in anger. Her nose was broken and bleeding badly.

'I thought you might arrive with Smelly. The amount of eau-de-cologne he uses is enough to kill anyone in five meter radius and she... had sensitive nose. But…' but he didn't get to finish because Hermione kicked his leg bad enough to make him bend. Then she launched at him trying to claw the hell out of him.

'You little fucking shit, you did that on purpose!' she screamed.

Just before she could give him a nice 'remember me' scratch on his right cheek strong hands grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off of Snape. Hey, what tha… And there was a laugh from behind.

'Quite a vicious one, even better though. She won't let you walk on her. Finally met someone your size, Betty?' Grinned Sod, holding back Hermione.

Snape rose from the floor scowling. 'I didn't mean to break your nose, though now I think it serves you right.' Hermione roared and tried to escape from the tight grip, unfortunately the man was wearing long sleeved cloak and gloves so no scratching or biting would help, and she's no match for him anyway. Valdorf seemed to get tired of her squirming.

'Now you two will behave!' he boomed. 'We're running out of time. You must leave in ten minutes before first squad arrives.' He looked at Hermione, still gripping her. 'Behave?' she nodded, not that she had any other choice. She wouldn't risk playing tricks on him. 'Right. I have to go alert the Central about your arrival. Now miss Granger, I know it might be hard to understand this now but we must leave no trace of you two ever being here. You will have to burn the house. I'm sorry, but there's no other way.'

'No problem, been thinking about that for a while actually.' Both man stared at her.

After the seventh year Christmas' break she irrevocably alienated herself from Hogwarts and the Order. A day before the break Order received information about the upcoming attacks on muggles and muggle born families. Order still had their spies and recruited new ones. This bit of juicy treat came from none other but Draco Malfoy. After Dumbledors death he dramatically changed his mind. Apparently raping, torturing and killing was a bit too spicy for him to stomach. But there's very, very small chance that it had something to do with the Dark Lord slaughtering his father and most importantly his mother who, if the rumors were true, was expecting a second child.

When he came with the list he didn't dare met their eyes. Harry and her were in the hospital wing. Of course, by then, darling little Potter was the leader of the Order and took the list. Wanna have a guess whose name was on top of it? The attack on her family scheduled in three hours, just enough time to evacuate them. Exactly then Kingsley bolted into the room and dragged Potter away 'for a few words'. After fifteen minutes the whole Order was out on a mission. Hermione couldn't leave Hogwarts as she was still sumo-fighting her allergy. But there were other twenty people to save her family.

No one came to see her the fallowing day and then the Ministry owl arrived with oh such a sincere regret to announce her parents and brother's deaths. Her brother… always friendly and happy bushy haired punk, her best friend. She wanted to rip her own heart out just to stop the maddening pain.

Hermione hexed Pomfrey into oblivion just to get out of the hospital wing. Poor witch had to take trip to St. Mungos. When Hermione stormed into a Gryffindor common room she instantly found Potter and sent a burning curse straight to his head. Pity he ducked, though his eyebrows still wouldn't grow back so now he looks pretty much like a fish. There were twenty people on this mission and they still weren't able to save her brother? Bullocks!!! Kingsley received information about Snapes whereabouts, needless to say Potter fell for that and got ambushed. 12 people died, 4 injured, what does that leave us with? Potter, Gin Gin, Brown and Patil; he made sure to protect his harem. Everybody else… casualties. After hearing this Hermione morphed into something else, into what she is now. Room exploded, crashing onlookers into the walls, injuring some. This was a war field.

FLASH BACK

'Hermione, listen!' shouted Potter 'We really thought we'll catch him this time.'

'Catch him?! Are you as stupid as I thought you were?'

Hermione instinctively shot a slicing curse that hit his left arm, leaving open gashes making him loose blood fast. Potter screamed for help but no one still in the room moved. They either were terrified (what a brave Gryffindor bunch) or agree with her. Potter seemed to realize it.

'Hermione, please, see reason. I'm sorry it had…'

She wouldn't take excuses. She raised her wand before he could even register her action and threw him into the wall, she was sure she heard some of his bones break. Suffer! Suffer as I do!

'You don't understand!' he tried now terrified.

'I don't understand Potter?! I don't?' she screamed on top of her lungs, anguish seeping into the stone walls. Her tears were blinding her, but she knew where he was, she could smell his fear by now. 'My family's dead! You let them murder my brother! He would have been 18 next week, he was going to leave and I was going with him! It's you who killed him!' Now she was sobbing, the pain was just too much to bear. Just a week ago Henry visited her. He was telling her how parents were fighting again, dad always drunk and how he was going to take her away. Very far from all this pain, shouting, nightmares and injustice. And now he was dead. Her Henry, her only family – dead.

'Herm..'

'One person would have been enough! One fucking someone!' her screams suddenly quieted.

'One person.' a deathly whisper as she sent Cruciatus at Potter. But seeing him in horrible pain didn't give her relief.

Exactly then the Gryffindor portrait slid open and she saw Lupin just in time as he sent curse straight to her face, she tried to block it but it hit her cheek slicing it open. And then another curse sent by Potter hit her square in the back and she fell to the ground unconscious, tears still running.

END OF THE FLASH BACK

Next day she woke up in St. Mungos. Strangely no one was guarding her room. So she simply picked up her wand, transformed her hospital gown into cloak and left. Nurses and healers just stared at her, some with fear, some with distaste and very few with pity. In the hallway of the ground floor she saw Draco Malfoy. They stared at each other for a moment and something close to understanding passed between them. And then she left. She never came back to Hogwarts to collect her things, she just went back home. She was allowed to attend her NEWTS and stay at the ending ceremony. Since that day she hadn't used her wand. The closest to using it was when she saw Snape covered in the rags, but as he revealed himself she knew she wouldn't have to use it. Hermione fallowed his case in Daily Prophet. Next day after Voldemorts death he just arrived on the Ministry's doorstep holding evidence of his innocence – Dumbledors pensive.

When she got home she could still smell blood, floor and carpets dyed red. She scrubbed the floor till the lacquer started pealing off. The worst was that she knew who killed her brother and after tonight, it was a fact, as disturbing as it was seeing it, that Bellatrix Lestrange was alive and planning something.

Two man in the room watched as emotions changed on her face, Snape knew exactly what it was. Valdorf simply looked at her with confusion and nagging feeling that there was something really wrong about her past. Better not to stretch the silence, he thought and cleared his throat.

'I must go get the guys prepared.' It worked, they both looked at him 'You two play nicely and. move. fast.'

With that he was gone.

Hermione looked at Snape and moved to the door with simple 'need to take something'. She went to the room next to hers. It was Henrys. It still is, she thought. Her brother wasn't the calm type, after seventh grade went to military school and always had some dirty trick up his sleeve, mostly his own design. And he was obsessed with guns the first second he touched one. She knew exactly what she was looking for. Third floor board from the window, slightly blackened and more worn than the rest, small gap on the right side to open it. And there it lay… Smith & Wesson's 629 Classic Revolver, Jerry Miculek's choice when setting his record of shooting twelve rounds, two 6 round loads with a reload in between, in under three seconds. Three bloody seconds. She knew why Henry loved this gun. It was impossible not to.

She knew how to use it, Henry taught her every bloody thing he could, most of them she didn't want others to know. She took it and touched the cylinder, letters inscribed on it. Henry. Slowly tears started sliding down her cheeks one by one. Wiping them her palm touched the scar on her cheek, gift from Lupin. She looked at the object in her hand.

'Hello, Henry. Time for an outing.'

She put the gun safely into a shoulder holster. Putting it on and adjusting it she threw the cloak around herself. Just before leaving she leaned on the door frame, last tear sliding down her face. This stops now, no more tears, just fighting. And left...

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Meanwhile…

Snape was roaming the house. He knew that girl sucked at flying so there's no chance that she kept a broom somewhere around here, not to mention two. So fine. No brooms. But where the hell were all the carpets? Everyone owns a carpet, even he, but there weren't any here. He climbed the stairs and was about to go into the room where he knew Hermione would be. Suddenly he stopped dead. She was sitting on the floor holding something in her hands and crying. He instantly knew it was her brother's room.

Snape was aware of what happened on 20 th of December. Unconsciously he was a part of it, as the Dark Lord himself ordered Snape to make an appearance 4 hours before the attack in some muggle village. It was a diversion and it worked, though even Voldemort himself didn't believe that the whole Order would rush after him and not a single person would be sent to take care of Grangers. He still remembered Bellatrix rant. Boy put up quite a fight, few twisted limbs and bleeding noses, and then he died the most gruesome death. Bellatrix put all of her imagination in killing him. He also knew that his last word was his sister's name.

He saw her movement and silently went to her room. He knew that upsetting her wouldn't be a good idea right now.

Hermione went back to her room to see Snape standing there looking at her weirdly. So be it, she didn't like him either.

'Granger we need a carpet. Where are they.' He asked

'Judging by your tone you already know I don't have one.'

'Why the hell not?'

'Not that it's your business, but I don't enjoy sitting and staring at blood stains, Betty.' She snaped and Snape winced. So much for not upsetting her…

'Well we need to charm a carpet for flying, as you don't have a broom. We have about two minutes to set this place on fire and leave.'

Hermione thought for a few seconds and smiled wickedly. She went to her table and took out a sharp looking knife then turning around and looking at the corridor floor.

'Do you think flying linoleum will do?'

Minutes later they were soaring trough the night sky on a huge square of plastic linoleum, looking at the hooded figured rushing towards the burning house in the middle of the suburb street.

'Who are they?' She asked.

Snape considered his answer. 'They are called BloodHounds, Zhagras's sweeping squad.'

'You should watch your back from now on.' He said as an after-thought.

'Learned that in Gryffindor tower last Christmas.' She sneered.

This is one hell of a mess he got me into and by the look at Zhagras's sweeper squad, it wasn't a cleaning company visit with a good offer for cleaning two carpets and getting one cleaned free. But… No matter where are we going, I know that this Sod guy and Snape are interested in hunting down Lestrange as much as I am and that suits me just fine. She thought and tried to clean her head with a warm summer breeze.

Not that it worked, anyway...

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