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-SilverSlytherinWitch

The night was bright, the moon and stars unusually luminescent as they shone down on a sobbing girl lying across a white tomb. Dumbledore's tomb gave little comfort to the broken hearted teenager, betrayed by her friends and deserted by her family. Still she sobbed and gripped the white marble harder almost as if she thought she could squeeze an answer out of the cold unyielding stone.

Hermione Granger was in great distress. How was she to know that Viktor Krum of all people was a death eater or that he would attack Hogwarts right after the funeral? That day had been horrible, many had perished but enough had survived to blame her. She had been accused and then left behind as everyone else left. Harry, Ron, and Ginny were convinced she had done it on purpose and had left her. Her friends betrayal hit her hard and the news of an attack on her family had reached her shortly after. She had nowhere else to go.

"How was I supposed to know?" Hermione sobbed, "I didn't know! How was I supposed to know?"

Her only answer was a gust of wind.

"Answer me!" Hermione screamed banging her fists on the tomb, "How was I supposed to know?"

You weren't came the whispered reply in her mind.

Hermione paused confused. Had she just heard that? Or was her mind playing tricks on her from both mental and physical exhaustion? The night was silent around her. Nobody else was around the castle except the elves, and they hated her too.

"Who's there?" Hermione whispered as she reached for her wand.

You don't want to do that, came the next reply. It was different, holding more authority and strength than the first.

"Who are you?" Hermione demanded as she pulled herself up and began searching for the owner of the voices.

We are here to help you Hermione, her name brushed across her mind with a smooth, silky, touch.

Hermione scoffed, "Help. I have nobody. I don't need your help, or your tricks. Go away."

"No, whether you admit it or not you need help. Accept it," Snapped the strong voice impatiently.

Hermione paused, a familiar sneer lighting her features, "I know that voice. Malfoy. You caused this. Just leave me to my miserable life."

No, I will not leave and you need to stop being so dramatic. He snapped.

"Get out of my head Malfoy!" Hermione yelled reaching for her wand to curse him until he left.

"Fine," Draco replied curtly, "Stop crying and get up. We have to talk."

Hermione stood aiming her wand at him, "I will not talk to you. However, you will leave or I will have you arrested."

"Granger, who will you call? Nobody would believe you. They think you're a traitor," Blaise Zabini asked stepping out of the shadows with Draco.

Hermione paused not wanting to believe the truth of his words, "What do you want?" she asked quietly.

Draco smirked, "The Dark Lord would like to offer you a sanctuary from the hatred surrounding you, since you don't have a home."

"Yeah, thanks to you!" Hermione snarled and lunged at the two boys. Both dodged her attempts to harm them and quickly pushed her back again.

"Granger chill out!" Draco demanded as he held her wrists to keep her from slapping him.

Hermione pulled her wrists out of his grasp and folded her arms in front of her chest, "Why would that muggle hating piece of shit want me anyway?" she asked.

Draco smiled, "Because a prophecy was made."

"A prophecy," Hermione repeated slowly, "about me."

"The pure lion shall leave her pride and join the snake that has watched her throughout her life. She shall turn the tide of the one sided war and unlock magic within herself that she has never known before. The snake will give her the knowledge she yearns for and, she will find the family she has always desired in his circle of death." Draco quoted, his eyes never leaving hers.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, "That could be any Gryffindor girl in this school! Not to mention I'm not a pureblood so that kind of rules me out. You're not a very good interpreter Malfoy."

"It doesn't say pureblood Granger, it says pure, as in virgin. I'm pretty sure you are the only Gryffindor girl who is a virgin." Draco smirked mockingly.

"Who says I am?" Hermione asked crossing her arms over her chest, "I could have slept with Ron or Harry by now."

"Potter is like your brother and the Weasel complains about not getting any enough to lead me to believe otherwise," Blaise answered.

Hermione glared, "Shut up."

"Look," Draco sighed losing patience, "either come with us now or you stay here until the Order drops by and throws you in handcuffs. Your choice, but I'm losing interest in the conversation so you need to decide quickly."

"The Order wouldn't arrest me. You are an idiot if you think I would believe that." Hermione replied with a laugh.

"Here's the deal Mudblood," Blaise snapped, "Ron cheated on you, Harry and Ginny knew about it. The Order knows about the prophecy; they're using this attack as a reason to arrest you so that you won't have a chance to switch sides. They plan to keep you locked up and only use you to help plan missions. They don't want you anywhere near the Death Eaters because they fully believe you'll jump ship. So, are you going to stay here and let them lock you up or are you going to use that brain that we both know you have and come with us?"

Hermione closed her tear filled eyes and shook her head. She looked like she was about to crumble into nothing from the deep betrayal her heart was feeling. Silent sobs shook her body and she refused to answer or meet the eyes of either boy.

"Hermione," Draco said softly taking a step closer, "This is your choice, but you must make it now."

"I can't jump into a group of people who have hated me because I'm a muggleborn. I'm not stupid; I'd be dead in a week. Maybe less." Hermione whispered.

A small pop was heard and a dark figure stepped into their small circle. Draco and Blaise immediately dropped to one knee and bowed their heads. The Dark Lord waved them off and continued to study the broken girl in front of him. Draco and Blaise slowly climbed back to their feet.

"I will make you a deal Miss Granger. I will allow you to stay with my most loyal subjects and allow you two weeks to make a decision. In that time you will train with Draco and meet his friends. No one will harm you or they risk my personal punishment. You will be an honored guest." Voldemort offered, "Sound fair?"

"And if I choose to leave after the two weeks?" Hermione asked softly.

"Then I will wipe your memory of your time with us and send you on your way, no harm done." Voldemort replied while offering his hand to the teenager, "Draco will be your personal escort and you will have lessons with me about various topics."

Hermione was silent for a full minute before replying, "Okay but on some conditions."

Voldemort smiled, "As you wish my dear."

"I want to be allowed to jinx them when I feel threatened, I want to be able to communicate with the Order as long as I don't send any information to them, and I want full use of the house and grounds. Nothing should be off limits to me. That way I can make an informed decision." Hermione demanded in a rush.

"Done," Voldemort nodded, "Now Draco will take you to headquarters. I trust you know how apparition works?"

Hermione nodded stepping into Draco's arms. She wrapped her arms around his waist and took a deep breath. She was leaving everything that she knew about the world behind. She couldn't understand her desire to learn about this unknown world, but she knew she would at least try to have an open mind. It would be hard and she wasn't sure what she would decide. But at least this way she had somewhere to stay for awhile as she sorted out her life and her priorities. If nothing else she could gather information for the Order. Something good would come of this in the end. She just wasn't sure what. Taking one last look at the grounds and the castle that she had called her home she nodded to Draco that she was ready to go. The last thing she saw before she disappeared was the white tomb of her mentor.