Sometimes It's Good to be Bad

Chapter 5 Morsmorde


The entire next day Hermione was nervous that someone would figure out what she would be doing that night, though she was not worried about the act itself. She figured it would be best to stick to the routine she had recently started. She was becoming quite proficient at wandless magic, but had yet to figure what the "something of Gryffindor or Ravenclaw" horcrux could be. She was pretty sure that Hufflepuff's cup would be found somewhere on display either at Hogwarts or the Ministry.

At ten she took a shower, cleaning herself thoroughly. After which she braided her hair in two long thick french braids that ran from her temples to the bottom of her shoulder blades. She put on some strawberry lip gloss and brushed light pink shimmer eyeshadow on her lids. She wanted to look pretty when she did it. Finally, at twenty of eleven she put her new Death Eater robes over her naked body. She had charmed them to look like her regular school ones until taking the charm back off. She didn't think there was any chance that anyone would go through her things but she wanted to be safe.

She arrived at the meeting place seconds before the two men. "McNair, Malfoy." She nodded to each of them in a greeting. "Problems, Malfoy?" she asked as she noticed he was staring at her. He shook his head slowly with a contemplative look on his face. "Alright. Now, you're both going to need to think 'the basement of 54 Elm Street, Hastings . And if you each hold onto one of my arms, I'm not going to dirty you up Malfoy so don't look at me like that, we can be on our way."

They arrived safely in the basement of Hermione's parents home. She cast a spell on each of their feet to cut down on the shuffling moises they would inevitably make before talking again. "Alright. Step where I step, as I know where all the creaks are, and be quiet, okay?" While she ended in a question, it was obvious to both men that it was really a command.

She walked up the stairs, waiting for them to come out the door before she closed it back up. They walked through the kitchen; Malfoy was taking in the sights, as he had never been in a muggle house before. When he bumped into a chair, making a small noise, she hissed at him. "Malfoy, pay attention! I don't want them to come downstairs looking around." He nodded and they kept on.

When they walked into the living room, Crookshanks slinked over to them, hissing at McNair, who looked to the animal as if to kill him. Hermione bent down and pet him, whispering for him to go sit on the chair before turning to McNair. "If you touch my kneazle, I'll kill you too." She turned around and kept walking, ignoring the gaping men.

They went up the stairs, taking care to step on the sides of the stairs, rather than the middles. The walls along the stairway were filled with still pictures of Hermione growing up, as well as some of her parents and extended family. They reached the top of the stairs and as they passed her bedroom she paused to give it a dirty look as she wondered why her bedroom door would be open when she wasn't home.

When they reached her parents' door they stopped in front of it. At this point, she pulled her hood over her face and waited for her companions to follow suit. Then she knocked on the door, surprising both of them. When they waited for almost three quarters of a minute with no answer, she knocked again. After another thirty seconds she opened the door to find a nine millimeter pointed at her face.

She took another three steps into the room and motioned for the others to follow, Malfoy to stand against the wall on her right, and McNair the same on her left. The look of fear on both of her parents faces was priceless. "If you make one more move, I will shoot." warned her father.

"No, you won't. If you were going to kill us, we would already be dead."

"H-hermione?"

"Yes, Daddy, it's me," she answered, lowering her hood.

In return, he lowered the gun, glancing uneasily between the two figures behind his daughter. "What are you doing her? Who are these people?"

"Mum, Dad, you know how I told you about the rise of the Dark Lord?" she asked, continuing before either had a chance to respond. "Well, I've decided to follow Him, and this is my first mission."

"This? This what?"

"Daddy, I know you're not a stupid man. I'm here to kill you, and they're here to watch." She jerked her head in a motion to the people against the walls.

At this, her mother spoke for the first time. "Honey, you don't have to do this. Harry can help you. Your professors can help you. We can help you."

The laugh Hermione emitted had a coldness creeping into it and when she spoke again her voice had turned from the warm loving girl they had reared to steel. "No, I don't have to do this. The thing about it is, I want to do this. Yes you have always loved me, but I know that you have felt awkward around me, and looked at me as though I were some kind of freak ever since you found out I'm a witch. To the people that matter most in the wizarding world right now, I am nothing. I am the dirt under their shoes. This is because I was born from you. So now I hope to rectify the situation."

"Hermione, love. You can still stop th-" Her father's voice was cut short by the wave of her hand. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at her father.

"Imperio." The next thing her father knew, he was tying his wife up to the bed with two of his belts. One to hold her hands in place to the headboard and another to hold her feet in place at the footboard. When they started to leave the room, the woman started to get louder. "Be quiet mother." She waved her hand again and there was no longer any sound coming from the woman bound on the bed.

They went in a caravan of sorts back down to the kitchen, where Mr. Granger picked out a fine butcher knife from a block on the counter. The group then traversed back up to the bedroom. Malfoy and McNair went to their previous locations, each getting hard from the sight they had in front of them.

Hermione stood off to the side of the bed, willing her father to kneel on it next to her mother. He then took the knife and slit open his wife's nightshirt top to bottom. Once she was revealed in only her knickers he took the knife to her skin. The woman was crying profusely, but could still not make any noise.

He carved a series of words into his wife's stomach, all of which had been found in a string of murder suicides in the region twenty years before. Once finished, he slit his wife's veins on both arms, elbow to wrist. It did not take long for her to pass out from a combination of the pain and blood loss. As the final coup de grace, he drove the blade into the woman's larynx, leaving it there.

He then went back to the side table where he had placed the gun before tying up his wife. He then sat on the bed, put it in his mouth tilted up and back and pulled the trigger. His brains spewed out the back of his head, landing not only on his wife but also over that entire side of the room. It was the first time Malfoy had seen a gun used and was amazed at what it had done.

Hermione then turned around and spoke to the two men for the first time since entering the room a mere half hour earlier. "I will set off the Dark Mark above the house and then I will apparate back to my room. I have to be home asleep when they come to tell me the news. When you go back to the Dark Lord, let him know that even if he calls for me I doubt I will be able to leave for at least a week. The Weasley's and the Order are going to suffocate me to try and make me feel better. They won't want to leave me alone."

"If possible I will send Him a letter like the first, though it would be best for me to not recieve anything while others are there. They will want to make sure it's not a curse from Death Eaters and will probably go through anything I recieve before I get a chance to look at it. Now, before we go, I have to get something out of my room. I don't really need the police reading my diary, even if I haven't written in it since last Christmas."

Once she had retrieved her diary she set the Mark above the house and the three apparated out to their separate destinations.