Dark Powers

A/N: As promised here's chapter 2.
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Ps.: My beta can't beta for me anymore, she was blessed with two babies. English is not my first language, so i try extra hard to catch my own mistakes, but I'm sure there's still some, just go easy on me please. After all i do try.

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“Miss Granger, maybe you should sleep on it. Albus lets be sensible about this,” pleaded McGonagall.

“Sleep on it? Do you honestly think I’ll be getting any sleep without the help of a very strong dreamless potion. I said I’d help now tell what I have to do,” said Hermione dismissing her mentor’s concern.

“I can provide you that potion,” Snape offered.

“Thank you Professor, I think I’ll really need that. Now, Professor Dumbledore, tell me what I have to do.”

“First finish your school year. You only have a couple of weeks left. We’ll set up a plan so that Voldemort will take you in as one of his own believing that we, the light side, have turned you away,” explained Dumbledore.

“I’m sorry Professor, but even Voldemort isn’t that stupid. He’ll never believe Harry would simply turn me away after all we’ve been through,” absentmindedly grabbing the pendant hanging around her neck.

“That necklace, how did you get it?” inquired Snape.

“I received it by owl, I think it was a birthday present from Harry or Krum,” she answered letting the pendant fall to rest above her school tie.

“That is the Malden Crest, a lawyer must have sent it,” said Snape to Dumbledore.

“That necklace you now wear is a family heirloom, as Severus said, must have been sent to you by a family lawyer. If so they’ll try to get in contact with you again soon, the Maldens were as rich as the Malfoys,” explained Dumbledore.

“This explains it all. It explains how Miss Granger is such a powerful witch. Such power I had never seen since young Vivian Netters…” started Professor McGonagall.

“The potion skills of Devon. I was ever only second to him, how could we not have seen this before?” finished Snape.

“Because the need wasn’t there,” stated Dumbledore simply.

“I am still here,” said Hermione bring the attention back to herself.

“Should there be some sort of resorting ceremony?” asked Professor McGonagall.

“No, the Hat knew all along, for it sees things in our minds that we don’t see ourselves. Miss Granger is where she was meant to be,” explained Dumbledore.

“Sir, changing the subject, I must ask. How can you be so sure that Voldemort will take me in?” asked Hermione.

“Because the Dark Lord was quit fond of your father,” answered Snape.

“So my birth family was Death Eaters?”

“No, your grandfather together with Alexander Malfoy was Voldemort’s best friend back in Hogwarts, your father and Lucius Malfoy grew up together. They were the only kids Voldemort ever liked,” said Dumbledore.

“So were my family Death Eaters or not?”

“No they were Voldemort’s right and left hand, when your father died Voldemort made Lucius his right hand man but never replaced your father.”

“So my father was Voldemort’s right hand and not Lucius?”

“Correct. But they were in equal ranks. Your father and Lucius were the best of friends, Vivian and Narcissa were first ladies. They got married right after Hogwarts, a huge celebration. A couple of days before your mother was to give birth to you a battle broke out, your father was terribly hurt and your mother was left unprotected, he did his best to get her to a hospital before it was too late for the baby. St. Mungos was out of question, so he opted for a muggle hospital, your father was declared dead upon arrival and your mother didn’t make it through birth. She had been hit with a spell but the muggles had no way of knowing that, no way of helping her. They also had no idea what to do with you, so they did the only sensible thing to do, they gave you to the family that has raised you as their own,” Dumbledore took a pause to analyze the young witch’s face, but there was nothing there.

“So, believing that the light side has turned me away, Voldemort will take me in with open arms,” stated Hermione.

“A light memory charm, a couple of magical bruises should make him believe,” added Snape as an after thought.

“No Voldemort would know, he’s too smart for that. What ever we do, will have to be real otherwise our efforts will be for nothing,” said Dumbledore.

“Sir what do you mean?”

“I mean Miss Granger, that the bruises will have to be real to be believable. But there will be no memory charm, Voldemort would know also,” answered Dumbledore.

“When do we go through with this?” she asked not really wanting to know the answer.

“On the last day of school, we’ll create a scene and leave you so the junior Death Eaters will find you and take you to Voldemort, and after that it will be up to you,” said Snape.

“And all I’ll have to do is collect any information that could be used by the light on the defeat of Voldemort and his minions, correct?” inquired Hermione.

“That is correct,” nodded Dumbledore.

“Can I talk to Harry, Ron and Ginny about this plan?”

“Yes you may,” replied Dumbledore.

“May I go then?”

“Of course you may,” said Dumbledore waving his hand in dismissal.

Hermione pushed her chair back, got up and left the room. She walked in fast paces, ignoring anyone trying to stop her, before she knew it she was standing in front of the portrait of the fat lady. She said the password and walked in to find her friends waiting for her around the fire.

“Hermione where have you been?” asked Harry.

“Yeah, we looked for you everywhere,” said Ginny.

“I went to see Professor Dumbledore,” said Hermione simply.

“What did he want?” asked Ron.

“To send a hurricane through my life,” mumbled Hermione, letting her body fall heavy between Harry and Ron.

“Hermione, what happened?” Harry asked, concern clear in his voice and eyes.

“I was just informed that after living my life for seventeen years, that it was all a lie,” she answered dejectedly.

“Hermione you’re not making much sense, what was a lie?”

So Hermione explained the mission and how she was not Muggleborn. Her friends were shocked and happy.

“You could rub that in Malfoy’s face, that would be hilarious,” laughed Ron.

“Were you not LISTENING RONALD?” bellowed Hermione.

“What?” asked Ron clueless.

“I can’t rub that in Malfoy’s face,” explained Hermione.

“Why not?”

“Harry,” sighed Hermione asking for help.

“Ron, Hermione will be aligning herself with them. She can’t start out by pissing them off,” said Harry as if explaining the simpler things in life.

“Oh, sorry Hermione,” apologized Ron thankfully understanding what Harry had explained.

“It’s okay Ron, I guess I’m just a bit on edge. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” said Hermione a bit crestfallen.

“It’s okay, that news must have put us all on edge,” said Ron.

“Hermione? When are you going to tell your parents?” Ginny questioned Hermione.

“I have no intent on doing so, for I have no wish of living that life. I’ll go back to my life just as it is now, mum and dad need not know,” explained Hermione.

“When do we put this plan to work?” asked Harry.

“Now. We must make it believable,” said Hermione getting up from between her friends.

“Now?” questioned Harry.

“Yes Harry, now. If we just act out a scene, it won’t be credible. So I must go, please help me make this believable so next year we can be together again… safely,” said Hermione walking away before her friends could try to change her mind.

She was alone now. All alone until the beginning of next year. When she could be done with this whole thing, and back to her old life, back to her friends. She would go through with this ludicrous plan. Hermione Granger would become Hermione Malden. She would get all the information she could over the summer and aid her friends on the battle soon to come. For when Voldemort was truly dead, Hermione would be able to live happily ever after, well as happy as one could get without drug-induced laughter. She would be happy to be Hermione Granger or maybe even Hermione Weasley, ‘Yes that would be nice, if only Ron would be a man and ask me out,’ thought Hermione smiling cheekily.

When Hermione got to her room, she noticed that Snape must have sent a house elf to her room. On her nightstand sat a small flask with just the potion she needed to have a good night sleep. Hermione was feeling awful, how else was she supposed to feel? A small piece of her was ecstatic, not only did the Order just recruit her. But she really belonged, she was pureblooded and her family was well known and respected. And even though she didn’t want to fuel Ron, she would do just that, as soon as her mission was over and done with she would love rubbing that on Malfoy’s face.

“Yes, that will be nice. I’ll show that ferret,” with that little mental note she showered and went down to have dinner.

She walked in alone, and just as planned she sat away from her friends. Speculation started almost immediately, in a week rumor had it that Hermione was sleeping with Harry, betraying both her best friend Ginny and her boyfriend Ron. Neither one of them did anything to prove them wrong, after all, that was the plan.

The last week of school also went by as planned, Hermione was alone. Harry, Ron and Ginny had become the new Golden-trio. The students only knew rumors, some saw them arguing. But no one suspected the real truth. Tomorrow they were to take the train back home; tomorrow the final part of the plan would be put to work. Their only hope was that it would work, so that two weeks apart wouldn’t have been for nothing.

“I should probably get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be a long day,” said Hermione to herself. Sleep took a little while to overcome her, and when it did, it wasn’t a peaceful sleep. She dreamt of things going very wrong.

“Hermione, Hermione wake up,” called Lavender Brown.

“Just a minute mum,” mumbled Hermione.

“Hermione, I’m not your mum and you are going to be late for breakfast,” said Lavender before exiting the room.

“Oh no,” said Hermione jumping out of bed. Se had never showered, changed or walked that fast in her life.

She got to the Great Hall just in time. She missed Dumbledore’s speech but at least she didn’t miss the food. After breakfast she walked out to the grounds, very soon the carriages were scheduled to come, if she was out there alone she would be able to get a carriage all for herself. Or so she thought. When the carriages pulled up to the school grounds, Hermione grabbed the first carriage and pulled the door shut.

“This is it Hermione,” she said to herself. She propped her elbows on her knees and covered her face with her hands, she didn’t even notice when the door swung open and three Slytherins stepped in.

“Why so alone Granger?” mocked Draco Malfoy.

“What? Oh no, her little friends have abandoned her Draco, what should we do?” laughed Blaise Zabini.

“Why don’t you go bother some first year, wasn’t that your best past time?” said Hermione.

“It was, but that got old. Plus it’s so much fun to frustrate you,” explained Draco simply.

“Fine, you stay I’ll go,” said Hermione getting to her feet to climb out, just as she did the carriages started to move and she fell backward onto Blaise’s lap.

“Hey Granger, get off my boyfriend’s lap,” said Pansy speaking for the first time.

“Boyfriend? I thought you were Malfoy’s whore,” said Hermione.

“Just get off him, you filthy little mudblood,” growled Pansy.

“You don’t have to get off Granger, I kind of like you sitting on my lap, a little less clothes of course,” chuckled Blaise.

“In your wildest dream,” said Hermione moving to sit next to him.

“Yes you’ve been there,” whispered Zabini in her ears. Sweet shiver ran down Hermione’s back.

‘Traitorous hormones,’ thought Hermione.

“Yes, we all have them Granger,” smirked Draco.

“Get off my mind Malfoy,” demanded Hermione.

The carriage came to a stop, and Hermione pushed her way out as fast as she could. Inside the train is where the show would go on. Hermione walked in and found an empty compartment, Malfoy and his friends got the one right next to hers. What Hermione hadn’t noticed when she stepped out of the carriage was the fuming read-headed boy watching her closely.

“Oh look everyone, Malfoy’s little whore. We don’t talk to her for two weeks and she goes running to his arms,” sneered Ron.

Something was wrong. Yeah they were supposed to get into an argument, they were supposed to pretend to be mad and fire hexes towards one another. But Ron wasn’t pretending to be mad, Ron was really mad. And that was not good.

“I am nobody’s whore, Malfoy and his friends invited themselves into the carriage I chose,” fumed Hermione.

“Maybe you’ll let me and Harry have some too, I’m sure Malfoy shares you,” said Ron, his face was beet red.

“Ronald Weasley you are insulting me,” said Hermione tears threatening to fall.

“Is that what turns you on then? When he calls you a mudblood?”

“Ron you’ve gone too far,” whispered Harry into Ron’s ears so that only he would hear him.

But there was no point, Ron was beyond reasoning.

“One more word Ronald, and you’ll never speak again,” said Hermione pointing her wand in his direction.

But Ron said a spell before she had time to register what was going on. Hermione was thrown backwards with such force that some thought she should’ve been ejected from the train, but the only damage done to the train was a crack in the window. She must have acquired a cut to the head because the crack on the window was bloodied.

“Let’s go, serves her right,” said Ron walking away from the scene, closely followed by Harry and Ginny, as if nothing had happened. Everyone else cleared away too, leaving behind three very shocked Slytherins.

“What the fuck was that all about?” asked Pansy regaining control over her voice.

“Not even we Slytherins would leave one of our own behind,” mused Blaise.

“Something’s not right; Saint Potter and the Weasel would never leave their lioness princess behind, even if they weren’t on speaking terms,” said Draco thoughtfully.

“You are right about that Drake, but I know of someone who would love to have her,” smirked Blaise.

“Yes Blaise, the Dark Lord would give us great reward for bringing her to him. Come,” said Draco pushing Pansy and Blaise out of the compartment. They went into the compartment were Hermione’s lifeless body still lay on the floor, a small pool of blood still forming around her head.

“I have a Malfoy portkey, it will take us right into my room, we’ll formulate a plan from there. Here touch my bracelet,” said Draco taking Hermione’s limp hand before whispering the spell to activate the portkey. The familiar tugging behind the naval was felt and soon they were in Draco’s room.

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