LLL- Hey. I love you guys. Finally 100 reviews. Awesome. Awesome. Love you all. And silvery-sly-snakette I'm really sorry about your sisters name, but it's a little far in the story to change it and just so you know, I chose that name because that is one of my favorite names. Lol. I know it sounds weird but I love the name Victoria. I always have. So I hope you don't take offense to her name being used. Since I talked so much, I won't do a long guest show or movie disclaimer. I don't own Harry Potter. Enjoy!

*Snape's POV*

I walk up to the Gargoyles that enter Headmaster Dumbledore's office.

"Lemon-Drop." The gargoyles turn and reveal the stairs. As I climb them, I hear Minerva talking with Dumbledore. The conversation is obviously intense and Minerva doesn't seem to be winning. I enter and they both look at me. Dumbledore sends me a look of relief where Minerva looks angry.

"Please Severus, sit down."

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I haven't come here with news that could ease any existing problems that you're having."

"What is it?"

"It's about Hermione."

"Is she OK?"

I look at the ground. "I don't know. She told me that before Ron Weasley lost his memory, he went into the hospital wing and forced a kiss on her." They stare at me like there should be a point. "That's when he lost his memory. After the kiss. When Hermione lost her memory..."

"It was because Draco kissed her," Dumbledore catches on.

"A forced kiss at that."

"So you're getting at that she is a sirian, but how?"

"The scratch..," I say. "You knew from the beginning that it wasn't normal and now I'm starting to think you're right. I can't be too sure."

"If she was a Sirian, how come when she kisses you your soul is still perfectly intact?"

"The kisses on her were forced. When she kisses me ..."

"It's out of love," McGonagall completes. She has a strange look in her eye and I nod.

"Exactly."

"Does she know?" Dumbledore asks.

"I think she does. She's the one that gave me the idea, but I tried to lead her away. I don't think it worked very much."

"We need to check out that scratch as soon as possible. Where is she?"

"In my room asleep."

"Let's go. When she is asleep is the best time." He gets up and the two of us follow him. The trail to my room seems to take forever. When we finally get there, my room door is open and I know I shut it before I left. I rush inside, only to find Hermione isn't there... Great.

*Hermione's POV*

I stand on the roof of the castle and stare up at the moon. I put on my skirt, a black shirt and one of Snape's black cloaks. I've been feeling a lot better at night. There's no saying how or why, but I do. I feel a slight sickness in the pit of my stomach and another wave of heart burn.

The voice that woke me up comes back into my head: You have power now. Use it. It can be for destruction or it can be for what you want it to be. But that can only be if you tech yourself to control it.

It's been ringing through my head for a while and I just couldn't take it anymore. I hold the Dark Arts book that I gave Snape in one hand and my wand in the other. But, the first instructions in this book are to put my wand away for the difficulty I think I can handle. I drop it and do what it says. Closing my eyes and breathing deeply, I do my best to concentrate and conjure all of my power in one place.

This isn't normal power. It feels different. It's more of a force. Doing what the book instructs, I cross both of my fingers at the heart and a slight purple flame ignites at my fingertips. I smile because I can actually feel the strength of my power. I move my fingers a little and the flame lengthens. My smile widens and I swing my hand to the left. The flame extends at least two meters and slams against the side of the castle like a whip. Where it hit is singed but not on fire. I do the other hand. It isn't long before I am controlling both of them with ease.

I look at the book more. The longer I study it, the more interested I become. It's amazing what you can do with dark magic and I think I have the perfect hands to pull it off. I try a few more amazing tricks. (A/N- To be revealed later)

I turn around to leave and find myself face to face with three unsatisfied adults. Severus Snape. Minerva McGonagall, and Albus Dumbledore. I smile awkwardly. Snape walks up to me and hugs me. "I was so worried about you." I would hug him back, but I'm hiding the dark arts book behind me.

"So I'm not in trouble?"

"No," Dumbledore answers, " but if you don't mind, may I see t you're holding behind your back Ms. Granger." My heart speeds up and I hand it to him. All three of them look at the cover and gasp. Snape looks at me with disbelief. "What were you doing with this?"

"Oh.." I hesitate, " Just reading." He raises an eyebrow, not believing what I've told him and grabs my hand. He pulls out his wand and hovers it over my hand, then he gives me a disappointed look. "Now tell me again what you were doing with the book."

"I was curious headmaster."

"Show me the most advanced thing in that book that you learned." I hesitate, but I do as told.

*Snape's POV*

What is Dumbledore thinking? She wouldn't have practiced dark arts. Hermione goes to the edge of the room, with her eyes closed and calmly steps over the edge. Just as I'm about to run and help her, Dumbledore stops me and points. Slowly, Hermione's head comes back into view as she rises. Her feet are surrounded by a black ring. She waves her hand across the air and it suddenly gets hot. Black and purple flames surround us, but not too close.

"Oh my." McGonagall gawks.

"Ms. Granger, that's enough." She hesitates, but closes her eyes and puts both hands up, straining. Finally the flames go out with obvious difficulty and she floats back over the roof and falls. "That took a lot out of her. Minerva please take her back to Severus's room." She nods and helps Hermione to her feet, leaving the roof top.

I walk with headmaster, still trying to fathom Hermione doing dark arts. "So she can manipulate fire?"

"No. For someone to manipulate fire, there has to be fire around to manipulate. She created it and that wasn't regular fire. I'm not even sure she knows."

"What was it?"

"Hellfire."

"...?"

"Hellfire are flames that cannot be extinguished by anyone or anything except the person that ignited them and even then it's still very difficult. Hellfire can burn through anything and everything without a doubt. They are black flames and can be manipulated for purposes of torture, by sitting on a person's body without killing them, but causing unbelievable pain. It takes a lot of power to control them and if not controlled by the right person, they can destroy everything in their path."

"Can anyone do it?"

"No, which is what I don't understand about Hermione. Only someone's soul who is tainted can perform this. Their soul has to have touched death and returned to the body, seeing the darkness of hell."

"So they have to have died, gone to hell..."

"And come back."

"Is that something Hermione could have done on her own?"

"No, she wouldn't know how, but we need to keep her away from any type of dark arts. She was using black magic and now that she has had a taste of it, she won't want to stop, but we can't let her continue practicing. Black magic is only good for dark uses."

"Do you think that's all she knows?"

"No. I asked her to perform the most difficult. You saw her levitate, so she obviously knows more. I'm just afraid of what that more could be." There is silence as we walk for a little while. "I wonder how much black magic is in her."

"Sir, I think this is something I need to sleep on. I'll talk to you tomorrow." He nods and I leave him, going to my room. In my bed is Hermione, snuggled in the covers, not the slightest bit of evil to be seen. I remove my cloak, shirt, and shoes and lie beside her. I wrap my arms around her, with her back facing me. She shifts a little.

"I'm sorry," she says. "I don't know what has gotten in to me."

'Hell has gotten into you.' I don't say this out loud, instead I whisper, "It's not your fault." She comes up and rolls me on my back, sitting on me. Her hands start at my hair and then trail do to my chest. I inhale deeply and she kisses y neck.

"I don't know if I can believe that. Something inside of me feels different. Like I'm not me." I look at her arm and see the scratch, but it's not a scratch anymore. It has changed color. Not like a bruise would, but more of a detailed change. It's no longer the color of her skin, but it's purple and black. I rub the mark on her arm and she goes over my deatheater mark.

"Does it hurt?" I ask her.

"Not now, but sometimes it does, like when it is changing color."

"When did it change?"

"When I did the spells in that books."

"I don't want you doing them anymore."

"OK," she says. I'm glad she agreed so easily, but I think I saw disappointment in her eyes. I pull her down to lay on my chest.

"Get some sleep." She yawns and in no time, asleep.

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