Dark Angel

By: Cassandra Evel

HG/SS

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the HP characters. I wish.sigh I would own Severus, Remus, Sirius, Draco, Lucius, and Tom Riddle. All mine in my own special parallel universe.

Prologue:

"I desire to offer my assistance to you, my lord."

"Now, what would could a pretty, innocent mudblood like you do for me?"

Hermione Granger lifts her head so that her chocolate eyes meet Voldemort's red ones. A cruel smile graces her lips.

"I could spy for you, my lord. Dumbledore is foolish to think that a weak 17-year-old boy can defeat you."

Voldemort looks in her eyes searching for lies and deception. Finding none, he smirks.

"I see that you are not lying. Well, I don't want to scar your beautiful skin with the Dark Mark, now do I?"

"No my lord. Potter and Dumbledore would know if I got the Dark Mark."

Voldemort claps two times and Wormtail enters the center of the circle of the Deatheaters holding a jewelry box.

Wormtail opens the box and Voldemort takes a beautiful serpent necklace from the box.

"This is for you. When I summon you it will heat up. It works like my mark."

"Thank you, my lord."

Hermione gets up to go away, when Voldemort stops her.

Prove to me your loyalty. Show me that you have rid yourself of your disgusting heritage. Bring out the entertainment!"

Muggle girls whose ages ranged from six to sixteen are brought in, trapped in a cage. The youngest girl, who was about six, is taken out of the cage and is brought before Hermione. The young girl's eyes look into Hermione's eyes begging for mercy, but Hermione's eyes are cruel and she smirks while her voice fills the still air.

"Crucio."

The girl fell to the floor. Her face contorted in utter agony and then she let out a blood-curdling scream. Laughing Deatheaters surround Hermione and the girl, enjoying the little bit of entertainment that this event was giving them. Then, after a couple of minutes, Hermione released the girl from the curse, but then her cruel voice once again filled the air.

"Avada Kedavra."

Suddenly, a bright light blinded everyone and a rushing sound rang in everyone's ears. Then, there was silence.

"Bravo."

Voldemort started to clap with a twisted smile on his face.

"You have proven yourself worthy. Next time I summon you, I expect a report."

"Yes, my lord. Thank you, my lord."

Hermione apparates away.