I know this one is short, but i've been busy and once school is out i'll be posting much more ;) Reviews w/ advice and what you guys want the story to turn out to be would be great ;) thanks!

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Molly weasley gave a start as Harry appeared suddenly in her kitchen. He looked pale and dreadfully worried. "Harry dear! What's the matter?" She asked in a concerned voice. He only looked at her with eyes of anger, betrayal, and sorrow. She knew something bad had happened for him to look like that now. He had learned after sixth year that emotions could he his downfall. So he hid beneath his scar, and everything that people wanted to see, but right now, his mask was gone.

"It's Hermione. She's been taken, and I fear the worst."

"Who was she taken by?" Molly looked afraid as she said this, because she knew the answer.

He hissed out one word. "Snape." Molly knew that he was beyond angry and that there would need to be some type of distraction, or story to tell him so he didn't worry.

"Harry, It was all a role play. The professor cannot risk being discovered as a spy. There was a tip off that her family would be in danger, so Albus had someone go find her, and her parents were taken to a safe house not long after. Everything is going to be fine"

"But where is she? I need to see her, just to know she's alright."

Molly stated, "well she's at headquarters of course! Where else would she go?"

"Right, to headquarters."

At headquarters….

"No! You must put force into it! If there is no passion behind the curse, it will not be nearly as destructive! Now, try it again and imagine an enemy in my place."

Hermione was struggling with the dark curses that Severus had been drilling into her head for the past few hours. She had insisted on getting straight to work. There was no time for lingering or putting things off where she was concerned.

"Alright, alright. God! I'm trying okay! Its weird having to practice something I've been taught to hate my entire life."

"Well, Hermione, you must learn to conquer these things. They are fears whether you realize it or not. Defeat those, and you will be unbeatable. Now, Again"

Hermione began casting a barrage of spells that would put even Dumbledore to shame, even though he would never cast such spells. First a slicing hex, one that barely missed Snape's neck, then, a curse that summoned a samurai blade. This caught Severus off guard. She caught it in her hand and turned, whipping her robes around her elegantly. She paused momentarily in a offensive position before lifting the sword to begin her attack. Hermione pulled up from her stance and swung towards his ankles. He quickly leaped over the offending blade and landed gracelessly while looking at her still with wide eyes. She then arched the sword behind her as she twisted, and its path ended with the blade against his neck. She looked at him with fire in her eyes.

This was something he did not expect from her at all. And by looking at her face now, she had decided the same.

Slowly she lowered the sword and with a wave of her hand, it was gone.

"Severus. I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me. It was like someone else was fighting for me. I.. I didn't mean…"

He interrupted and said, "Good. Yes very good. But next time, don't go for the ankles its too easy to parry. I only have two questions. How did you know to fight in that manner, and do you understand what that particular sword represents?"

She only shook her head and whispered "I don't know. I didn't even think. Is there something wrong with me?"

Severus replied, "There is nothing remotely wrong with you at all; your powers are emerging as you are soon to become of age, that is the only thing going on. Though how you managed to summon that particular sword I do not know. It is a sword of Slytherin. And you, Hermione are no Slytherin.

Just then, they heard the sound of someone apparating into the house. Not long after an angry Harry Potter burst through the door with a look of rage on his face. It took a minute for him to register that Hermione was standing, and there was no harm done to her. Still he said, "Snape, you need to watch your step; I know you're on our side, but putting a knife to her throat is no way to prove it. Hermione, could I talk to you for a bit?"

Without waiting for a reply Harry moved out of the doorway and left for the kitchen, Hermione followed right after him. When she walked into the kitchen she saw Harry pacing the floor, deep in thought. He started immediately with questions. "Why did you have to go? I mean, I don't understand what is going on, first, you've been doing all of this running, and I see you in your room doing stuff like, working out. I thought you liked to study? What's going on with you?"

Her reply was blatantly, "you wouldn't understand. So I'm not going to tell you anything, other than its for the Order, until it unfolds more. Please Harry, Just leave it alone." She quickly exited the room to avoid more questioning.

Harry dejectedly sat down to watch the pot of tea start to boil. He couldn't comprehend what was going on with her. She had changed. All of her habits were twisting, and he didn't like that at all. They needed Hermione, he and Ron, and to have the constant that was the know-it-all Granger disappear would be disastrous.

In Dumbledore's quarters…

He had to think of a plan to prepare her. She wouldn't be ready if she went back to her studies when school started. Even though she could already pass the NEWTS with out revision and was more talented with her knowledge than any of the other students. 'Yes.' He thought. 'It's brilliant; all we have to do is make a few excuses and get in touch with Moody.'

That night after dinner in his room, Severus felt a familiar pain in his left forearm. The Dark Lord was calling. Immediately he went to his wardrobe and pulled out the dull black robe along with his death eater mask. He then hurried out of the house to apparate.

Appearing in front of the dark lord was something that thoroughly disgusted Snape to no end. Bowing low before him, and kneeling to kiss the hem of his robes was never the way to enjoy a greeting. Neither was getting hit with a round of the cruciatus curse for no apparent reason. Severus leaned to 'kiss his feet' but instead heard Voldemort's voice call out, "my son, Severus, do not bow take this seat on my right side, we have many things to discuss and many plans for the weeks ahead.

Their conversation continued on the topic of the oncoming battle's that Voldemort would be planning, and how to kill the one and only Harry Potter. Severus later turned the topic to Hermione.

"My Lord, I have some information that could be of great use to you. The little mudblood of Potters knows of my loyalty to you.." at the elder mans dark look he continued, " but it is not to be taken negativly. She would like to join us. The twit ever tires of being considered a side-kick and a bookworm. She wants revenge on the pothead," he said this with amusement, and then finished with,"shall I send Lucius to begin to test her?"

The Dark lord's eyes held a mischevious glint as he spoke, "indeed Severus, do send Lucius after her, but keep it subtle, and leave no doubt that she is with us. I would like to meet this Mudblood of the 'golden trio' soon."