Chapter 26

"I am a warrior in the time of women warriors; the longing for justice is the sword I carry, the love of woman kind my shield."

- Sonia Johnson

"You wouldn't do that," Hermione opened her eyes staring at him, "Because you wouldn't handle the image of Jane getting torture in pain… crying….screaming."

Voldemort growled as he released his grip on Hermione and slammed the door as he left. Leaving Hermione feeling alone and bruised.

"Harry, where are you?" Hermione whispered before she shut her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

A few minutes later, Harry came inside the room wearing his normal clothes and didn't like being in the headmaster's room when all of the professors in here.

"Harry, we know what happened between you and Hermione." Ablus said.

"That's our business." Harry said not trying to be mean but it was their relationship.

"Harry, do you what Miss. Granger has been doing for a month now?" he asked. Harry said no, "Miss. Granger has been training for the war. Professor McGonagall, Professor Hooch, Professor William, and Professor Trelawney had been helping Hermione with that training. We thought that it might be best if she trains while learning how to use her powers at the same time."

"I didn't know." Harry said, "I thought she was cheating on me and yet, I yelled at her face like some idiot."

"That's not all." Sirius said, "She found out about Rafael and Sammy's identity."

Harry's eyes widen. He couldn't believe that Hermione was in training and she couldn't tell anyone about this. And he broken up with the woman he loved.

"Sir, before I came in here, I heard Hermione." Harry said, "She called for me and her voice sounded in pain."
"That means you and Hermione are more closer than you think." Remus said, "How do we even find Hermione?"

"Harry, where are you?" Hermione's voice whispered in Harry's head.

"I hear her!" yelped Harry, "She's alive! I know where she is."

"Remus, call the Order and tell them to meet us at Number 12." Ablus ordered, "Severus you need to check if Miss. Granger is well and make sure that the Dark lord doesn't know of our plan."

Severus, Remus, and Sirius went in their separate ways.

"Sir, Dumbledore's Army can help." Harry said, "We have been training all year."

"We can't that risk Harry." Ablus said, "Some are younger than you and Mr. Weasley."

"Then let me, Ron, Ginny, Luna, and Neville come then. They are in the same level as me and Neville can help me with being a distraction to Voldemort." Harry pleaded.

"Then hurry, Mr. Potter." The headmaster answered, "But all of you have to stay close with the Order."

Voldemort slammed the door from behind him as he went into his own room. He knew that girl was lying about her powers.

"I suggest you watch your mouth….or else I will send my Death Eaters to torture you." "You wouldn't do that, because you wouldn't handle the image of Jane getting torture in pain… crying….screaming."

Voldemort groaned; she was right. Ever since he injured Jane in that battle between the two, he never wanted to believe that he did that to her. He could still remember Jane choking on her own blood as she pulled the arrow out of her chest. Later, the Dark Lord went to see how the descendent of Jane is doing. He opened the door and found Hermione asleep peacefully. Soon, he heard a quiet moan and saw Hermione's eyes fluttered. She sat straight up, saw him, and groaned.

"I was hoping I was dreaming." She muttered. "Why am I here?"

"To join me of course." He answered sitting down on the bed and could feel Hermione's leg move towards her body, "To be part of my army."

"Sorry, I didn't get the flier for that." Hermione grinned.

"You're funny." He chuckled, "But let's sees how funny you will be, when I kill your friend the werewolf."

"You wouldn't dare!" Hermione yelled making her chest hurt more.

"Watch me." He snarled.

"I will never join your side." Hermione snarled back, "Even if you have to kill me."

Voldemort growled and went to the closet and pulled out a light blue gown onto the bed with sparkling blue shoes.

"I except you to be ready for dinner, my dear." He said

"You're joking, right?" Hermione said.

He didn't answer but closed the door behind me smiling evilly. Hermione got out of the bed, feeling a little dizzy and weak from the fight that night. Hermione was now wearing the gown and shoes but she had to fix her messy hair full of leaves in it. The young teen took out a brush and started to brush her hair down slowly humming the same song, she sang to Harry that night.

When Voldemort left Hermione's room, he went back to his room to wear more casual clothes for dinner. He knew that the teenager didn't like the idea of spending dinner with the Dark lord but had to, to save her wolf friend. When he was done dressing up, he decided to pick his "date" up. Voldemort knocked on the door, no answer, knocked again, no answer again. He was getting annoyed and hoped that she didn't escaped.

However, when he opened the door he found Hermione brushing her long, curly hair as she was humming a song, he hadn't heard in years. Hermione's hair was now thick and full of beautiful brown curls. Her skin had a faint glowing in the room that caught the flames from the candles.

After Hermione was done brushing her hair, she stared at the mirror across from her and knew that she looked different, totally different. Not knowing that the dark lord was in her room, Hermione began to cry. Her hands in her face and you could hear her crying like she was trapped in some dungeon and there was no way out. Soon, Hermione stopped crying and saw that her makeup was all ruin from crying so much. But she didn't care; Hermione grabbed a tissue and wiped the makeup off of her face.

"Harry, where are you?" she whispered.

KNOCK!!!

Hermione turned her head around and saw Voldemort wearing casual black clothes; he was leaning against the door smiling.

"Ready, my love?" he asked insisting his arm out to Hermione.

Hermione scowled at him as she walked up to him and took his cold arm. They started walking in the dark halls, where only you could see is the candles on the walls. Voldemort stared down at the young witch next to him and still couldn't believe that she was crying….a Gryffindor! But then again, she was a young woman. Voldemort wanted to say something…anything to the teenager but couldn't think of anything.

"I'm surprised that the famous Dark Lord isn't talking." Hermione said not looking up at him.

"Why so surprised?" he asked looking down at her again.

"Because," Hermione began, looking up at him with hurt eyes, "I thought you wanted to know more about my powers or Harry."

Voldemort chuckled evilly, "I will talk about that….over dinner with my servants."

Hermione stopped walking and released her arm away from him.

"I'm having dinner with your Death Eaters!" she yelled surprised.