Hermione rose from her seat and walked to the chair waiting for her in the middle of the court room. She sat down and the magical chains that we on her disappeared, only to be replaced by those of the chair. Once the rattling of the chair stopped, Kingsley peered down at her coldly.

"I want you to explain to everyone here why you did what you did. Start from the beginning."

Hermione sighed. She hadn't been given veritaserum because Kingsley wanted to see what she'd reveal on her own terms. If she refused to say anything, then they would give her the potion. Looking out at everyone in the court room; the remaining Weasleys, a few Death Eaters, including Derek and her family, and the Wizengamot, she didn't know where to start.

"We're all waiting," Kingsley said.

"it's hard to know where to start," Hermione said closing her eyes, "but I suppose I should start by stating, for the record, that I was born to Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as the Dark Lord, or Lord Voldemort. My mother was Bellatrix Lestrange."

"State for the record how you got into the hands of the Grangers,"

"Didn't we go over this a few months ago?" she snapped, "It was Dumbledore! He was responsible for it! Why do you think I wanted revenge on him?"

"Please state the story again," Kingsley repeated calmly.

So Hermione went into detail, retelling the story of hw her father placed a charm on her to make sure her loyalty never faltered but that Dumbledore kidnapped her as a child and placed her in the custody of the Grangers, about placing a charm on her to rid her of the evil her father put her through and that the charm was broken when she found out who she was.

She also explained, again, what she had done, up to the time of the last trial, and her imprisonment in Azkaban.

"So you were in Azkaban for two months, what happened next? How were you able to escape?" Kingsley asked.

"Aunt Cissy did it," she said.

"How?"

"Well I believe it started off by imperiusing you," Hermione explained and then went into detail about escaping Azkaban and the flight to the Manor, and the decision to hide out at Zabini Manor.

"What was your reaction to seeing your cousin, Draco Malfoy, alive?"

"At the time I was thrilled," she said putting her head in her hands, her hair falling forwards in a curtain. "Now, I don't know what to think."

"Because of what happened?"

"Because I don't know who I really am!" Hermione yelled.

"Explain,"

"My father never gave me a chance to think for myself! As soon as I was born he practically jumped on the chance to charm me to think as he does! Then Dumbledore steals me and places a charm on me as well, to not have any bad thoughts! I've never been given the chance to think for myself! I don't know if I'm evil Hermione Riddle or the good Hermione Granger! I just don't know!"

The court room was completely silent. Everyone was looking at Hermione with mixed emotions. One on hand you could see hope in Mrs. Weasleys eyes, but there was also that sad anger as well, being that no matter what she was, she still killed her family. The Death Eaters all had a mild hint of disgust, thinking she would go soft on them. Others merely looked confused.

"Hermione," Kingsley finally spoke breaking the silence, "continue with the story, explain why you reformed the Death Eaters.

So Hermione took a deep breath and tried to explain exactly why she brought all of them together to get rid of a portrait. She went into detail about her father's spell book, which Kingsley ordered to be found and destroyed, and explained the attack on Diagon Alley.

"It was a warning, to let everyone know we're here and to be taken seriously. I anticipated the order to call, I wanted to kill Harry then, but yet, Charlie Weasley dies instead."

Mrs. Weasley heaved a sob and cried silently.

Then Hermione continued to explain everything from the careful planning and training they did up to when the Order found them out.

"Why did you realize you had to get out of there?" Kingsley asked.

"I couldn't understand why the Order would be writing petty letters to me and I realized what they were doing... or already did."

"Already did?"

"Yes, a letter that Ginny Weasley wrote me, I figured they were also tracking me with that, not that I realized it at the time of course."

"What happened next?"

"I moved the family to a safe location. I can not tell you the place; it is hidden by many wards." Kingsley nodded for her to continue. "I proceeded to train the Death Eaters in the forest where the Quidditch World Cup was held. We used the stadium, actually, as we knew the protections were still up and that the team was away."

Kingsley made a note to have tat problem fixed and Hermione continued again with her story, explaining again the story of the fight and when she got to the part of killing Ginny, she started to cry.

"There was no reason to kill her, now that I think back on it. I don't even know why I did it."

"What happened after you killed Miss Weasley?" Kingsley asked as Molly sobbed.

"I burned the portrait, or attempted to," Hermione said, "I was going to kill Harry but…" she paused and drew a breath, "Draco distracted me from outside and when I turned back, McGonagall, Ron, Kingsley, Harry and Luna were standing there. Then Dumbledore's portrait came back. Never would I have thought a third portrait existed." She said shaking her head, "but it all makes sense now."

A moments silence before Hermione spoke again. "Then I tried to kill Harry again but Luna Lovegood took the hit for him. I knew, deep down, that I wasn't going to be able to kill Harry, and Harry knew it as well, but I didn't want to believe it. I fled, knowing I needed a small moment to myself."

"Where did you go?"

"The room of requirement," Hermioen replied, "I was able to collect myself and headed towards the Death Eaters in the entrance Hall, knowing Harry would go there. I was right. We fought and I knew, as I grew tired and weak, that I wouldn't be able to kill him. Someone else had to, and Derek was the one I trusted for it, he came through it… in the end." Hermione said as a few more tears fell from her eyes. Others had started crying as well, Mrs. Weasley hardest of all.

After a moment, of Kingsley thinking it over, he stood up. "Members of the Wizengamot, I need a moment with Miss Grang… Riddle, alone," he said, strolling down to her and using his wand, he made the chains of the chair let her go. He led Hermioen to a room, not too far off of the court room, and all eyes watched, some anxious, some worried, as he shut the door and took a seat at the table in the room. He gestured for Hermione to take the other and leaned towards her, after she did.

"Hermione," he said, "I'm not sure what exactly had happened to you, or who you really are."

"That makes two of us," Hermione muttered.

"I can see and feel both Granger and Riddle in you, the darkness from your parents and yet the good from years of living it. I need you to look deep within yourself, find who you truly are." He said quietly.

Hermione shook her head. "I've tried, I can't do it! When I sat in Azkaban awaiting the trial, that's all I did! All I thought about! I couldn't make sense of anything! I don't know who I am! I don't know what to feel! I don't know who to love!"

"Who to love?" Kingsley asked taken aback.

"Yes," she said quietly, "I look at Ron, now, and remember all the times we had together, remember how much I loved him. As Hermione Granger. Over the past while I believe I have grown to love Derek for the bad boy, tough guy. As Hermione Riddle! It's too much! I can't deal with it!" Hermione dropped her head into her hands, looking down at the table. "It's all too much," she looked up at Kingsley. "Kill me! I deserve to! I can't live like this!" when he didn't move she shouted, "KILL ME!"

"I can't do that Hermione," Kingsley said.

Hermione slammed her hands on the table and stood up, glaring at him. "Do it," she sad harshly, "Just kill me!"

"No," Kingsley said, "Not only will I lose my job but I would feel guilt for the rest of my life. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about." Hermione stood there and then slowly sat back in her seat and started to cry.

"I hate myself," she finally declared. "Sometimes I think I can go back to the way I was, the goody, goody book worm Hermione, but then I remember the thrill of torturing muggles, then the thrill and adrenaline feelings disappear and I feel guilt. I don't know who I am!"

"You have been through a lot, more, I think, then Harry."

"Harry," Hermione repeated, "I can't believe I killed him, but then I look back and think how he did kill my father, no matter how evil a bastard he was, and think I did the right thing. Can't you see? You'd be doing me a favour by killing me!"

"I won't do it Hermione,"

"Then give me the kiss of Death! Send a dementor on me, let them suck out my soul so I don't have to feel anymore!"

"All the dementors have disappeared. You were going to be given the kiss but we can't locate any of them."

"Then what's going to happen to me?" Hermione asked, finally defeated.

"I'm going to take you back out there for the Wizengamot to decided," he said. Hermione nodded and allowed Kingsley to lead her out.

A/N: alright… so I couldn't wait to put this up and I got bored so I decided to type it so… here it is! I hope you liked it… plus with having this up now maybe it can help with ideas… I've had a few and I like what I've heard but with this new piece of information any new ideas would be amazing! I'm suspecting only one or two more chapters… so anyways please review!

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