Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter and co. Later I might make up a few characters, but now JK Rowling is the owner of Harry Potter.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update.

Chapter 2: The Past, summer of 1997

Hermione appeared in an alleyway in muggle London. Quickly using her wand to change her appearance and clothing (it would not do if she were caught), she exited the alleyway and headed for The Leaky Cauldron. Arriving there, she quickly went to the bar and ordered three shots of firewhiskey; she was going to need it to get through this, and make it out mentally balanced.

As soon as she had drowned the shots and composed herself, Hermione walked out of the pub and into Diagon Alley. Quickly navigating her way through the crowded streets, she found Knockturn Alley and put her hood of her black cloak up to cover her face. It would be of no use to her if she were discovered.

Quietly she walked to a pub, one that Tonks had always complained about when she had first arrived at the burrow on July 1 in this time. Taking a paper she saw that it was Monday June 21, the first real day of summer. She sighed in relief, remembering that Tonks would not be at the Pub today.

When Hermione arrived at the run down pub by the name of Dark Wand, she changed the color of her hair to be black, changed her eye color to be a midnight blue, and lightened up her skin ton a bit, all through the use of wandless magic which she had trained herself in when Ron was at work. Stepping into the pub, Hermione's senses were overcome by the powerful stench of cigarette smoke. Fighting the urge to cough, she quickly made her way over to the known death eaters that hung out at the pub.

Seating herself at the table next to theirs, pulling back her hood, and sticking out her chest like someone asking for it, she attracted the attention of many of the more, unseemly men. The waitress glared at her, puffed up her chest and politely asked her what she would like to drink. Declining, she turned around and stared at the men at the table next to hers.

"See something you like, Sweet-cheeks," asked Rabastan Lestrange. Hermione inwardly cringed and gagged but on the outside she put on a coy smile and winked seductively at him.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she answered flirtatiously. Now she knew she had their full attention and she smirked lightly, something she had learned from Draco. At the thought of Draco, her heart constricted but she ignored it and continued to flirt with the death eaters.

After a while, they started to beg to know her name. All she did was smile and shake her head while she closed her mind and thought of names at the same time. 'Wow, this is harder than I thought' she thought ' I will never under appreciate Tonks spy work again.'

Soon, however, the boys, as she had taken to calling them because that is how they acted, wouldn't shut up about her name and were guessing crazy ones like Daffodil and Izzy and Rosemary. She finally got fed up with it and snapped.

"My name is Scarlet Gray, a pureblood from America although I was born in England so that is probable why my accent is British," she said a little more forcedly then she would have liked but oh well.

"Well, my name is Rabastan Lestrange, and these three fine young men are Rodulphus Lestrange my brother, Antonio Dolhov a friend, and my cousin Carlos San Luc, her married my sister Rebecca but she died after giving birth to their son who goes to Drumstang and is 15 years old." Rabastan said all this while his tone sounded like he wanted her to pity them, so she went along with the act.

"Oh, you poor baby, how do you ever survive?" Although it was sarcastic, it appeared only Carlos noticed that. Grinning he replied that he had whores and they all shared a laugh.

"Hey, Kelly, can you get u four more red currant shots?" asked Rabastan.

"No prob," Kelly replied and sauntered off. She appeared five minutes later and placed the drinks on the boys' table.

"Come join us Scarlet," called Carlos. "You can have my red currant shot," he teased.

"Well, only for the shot," she laughed and got up and sat back down on Carlos' lap, tilting her head back to have the shot.

"Hey, Kelly, can I have a Ultimate Daiquiri that you are so good at making," Carlos begged. Kelly sighed and walked off again, returning not five minutes later with a pink and yellow drink that looked delicious.

The five talked for a bit more until finally the subject Hermione had been waiting for came up. They talked about Harry Potter and how all their attempts at him had been so far unsuccessful.

"Well I know a way to get to him," whispered Scarlet (Hermione). "What," asked Antonio with impatience. "How about you go after his Mudblood friend? She is the brains behind all their actions and I think that if she is dead, it will be like losing Dumbledore all over again and they will end up being defenseless when the Dark Lord strikes and kills Potter once and for all." The guys seemed to like this and full heartedly agreed.

"Well, somber up and go chase some Mudblood scum!" yelled Hermione aka Scarlet. After the boys left, Hermione put money on the table and left, wondering what she had done.

Later that day, after getting permission from Voldemort, the four males went to attack the Granger household. The Grangers were just sitting down to dinner when the front door of their home was blown open and Hermione's parents quickly killed. Hermione's father had forced Hermione into the 1940's bomb shelter inside their home just before. While she was down there, not knowing what was going on upstairs, she came across some very peculiar objects.

Sitting down she examined the first two. They were wands. Then there was a note. It read:

Dear Jane and Michael Granger (or should I say Michelson),

Thank you so much for taking our baby girl away from this world. We don't want to raise her like we have done with out other children, all prejudice against muggles and muggleborns. We want her to have a happy childhood and grow up away fro magic. If she were to be with us, she would be in grave danger from all the popularity we have gained. We will try to get out of the Dark Lords grasped like you two did. However, my husband and I talked about it and if we were to be still alive for her seventeenth birthday, then we would take her back to our home for the rest of our lives. However it can no be that simple. Here are Gary's and my wands. Look after her and these wands, one day soon we will all be reunited.

Hermione: We love you and always will, let me tell you a couple of things before I close up this letter. You are a pureblood. My name is Gabrielle Nathalie Maria Estelle (nee Marko); your fathers name is Gary Pierre Albert Estelle. I was in Ravenclaw, two years ahead of Lily Potter (nee Evans) and James Potter. Your father was Slytherin, three years above Lily and James. We had an arranged marriage but we found Love in ours. You are betrothed to Draco Malfoy, as we are good friends with them, they and the Grangers are the only ones that know of your existence. Your real name is Hermione Narcissa Jane Louisa Kelsey Estelle. I am a Veela so you are half Veela and you have two mates, all will be explained to you in a very weird and dangerous path. Good Luck in life!

Love Always

Gary and Gabrielle Estelle

By now, she had tears in her eyes and wondered what her mother meant. Just then, she felt pain all over and fainted. Her last coherent thought was, 'Ah, the lovely process of turning into a Veela had begun, joy.'