Hi Everyone, here is a new story I have been working on for a while. I don't know if I will write more, I need some inspiration, such as knowing people actually want to read my story and that they like it. The more reviews I get, the more willing I will be to write more. So read and review if you want more of my story. R&R!
Jetta

Hermione packed her bags and slowly walked downstairs into the living room. Today was when she had to leave, the house was sold and everything was packed. Her parents had died one month ago and since Hermione didn't have the money to pay for the house, she sold it. Hermione shrunk her bag and everything of hers to fit in her pocket, then sealed her pocket so nothing could fall out. Hermione left the house and apparated to Diagon Alley. It was already close to ten at night, but she didn't care. Hermione walked along the streets to see if there was any place to stay for the night. It was the night of the full moon. Hermione was suppose to be in school tomorrow, but she wasn't going to go anyway. With everything that she went through, Hermione felt that going to school her last year wasn't important anymore. She had stopped learning from the teachers around her forth year, Hermione just knew everything they were teaching her.

Asshe thought, everywhere was closed. Hermione thought for a second, before coming to a decision. She was going to transform into her animagus form. Two years ago, Hermione had been in Germany with her parents and she had found her pen pal, a young Wizard named Tyler. Tyler had tought her over the summer to change into an animagus. One nice thing about learning to change in Germany was that she didn't have to register. No one except Tyler, and her parents, when they were alive, knew about her form.

Hermione walked over to a secluded corner and transformed. The cat-Hermione was black, excepted that over her right eye was a bright red star with her eye as the center. Also above her left hind leg, was a bright red moon. Tyler that thought is was interesting, because she didn't look like a regular cat, rather a magical one.

Hermione silently walked along the street, until she came to the end. She closed her eye and breathed in the air. It smelled of rain, but then there was another smell. One she recognized, it was coming from Knockturn Alley. The curiosity of the cat kicked in, and Hermione ran down the Alley. She stopped when she saw some people in black robes near one of the stores. She read the name, Ghosts of Death. As soon someof the people opened the door to go in, Hermione slipped into the door and hid under one of the tables.

Soon, Hermione realized just where her curiosity had lead her, a deatheater meeting.

Hermione curled up on the floor and listened as the meeting started. Soon, though, there were to many people by that table and Hermione was afraid of being stepped upon. She ran quickly from that table, to the fireplace. She hid behind a stack of logs near it. Hermione watched as all the deatheaters got seated and looked towards the fireplace. Suddenly, there was a pop and a man with a long robe and a white face with glowing red eyes and no hair, appeared no more than two feet away from where Hermione hid.

If Hermione had been human, she would have paled, but Hermione just sat quietly and waited.

"Welcome all my deatheaters." Voldemort said. "I want all of you to keep on watch and listen for anything having to do with Dumbledore or the Order of the Phoenix…" Just as he said that, Hermione hissed, she couldn't help it. As soon as it happened Hermione regretted it, because Voldemort turned around and saw her.

"A cat." He said and walked towards her. Hermione did the only thing she could do at the moment, she ran. Hermione ran over to a table and hid behind one of the black robes of the people. "Snape, get the cat." Voldemort hissed at a man.

Suddenly, Hermione felt a hand close around her body and lift her off the ground. Hermione struggled, but the hand just tightened around her. The hand set her on the table, and Voldemort was right infront of her, looking at her. His eyes made her freeze.

"Does anyone recognize this cat?" He asked the group of deatheaters. Everyone stayed silent, so he assumed the answer no. "Now what should we do with this cat?" He puzzeled, more to himself, than anyone else. "This cat has to be a kneezle, as the markings aren't any of a plan cat, but of magic. I have never seen anything as magnificent as this cat, with the red moon and star on the black body. But this cat could be a spy, and we can only do one thing with spies." Voldemort turned to look back at her. He pulled out his wand, and Hermione knew what was going to happen to her. Curiosity killed the cat was the muggles saying she knew very well. Never did she know it to happen to a magical cat though, especially her. Curiostiy kill the cat indead.