Author's Note: Since you all are so patient with me, I decided to treat you all with the final chapter of this story! I know, I know... Surprising, yes? But here it is the final chapter! Before I forget though... I want to thank everyone who has reviewed, liked, or favourited this story. You are all the reason that this story has been completed. Without your support (for this story and other stories I have written), I do not think this story would have ever been completed. If I were to speak honestly, it would have never been more than a simple musing within my mind. So, I would like to thank you all for being so great! So... without further ado, here is the final chapter! And once again, THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT AND REVIEWS!

The moon was full by the end of the ceremony. Narcissa and Hermione had just made it with a few moments to spare before the ceremony began. Before walking out in front of the small gathering of the Inner Circle, Hermione made the youngest Black promise they would only speak of what they had found out after the ceremony. After agreeing to the younger witch's plea, Narcissa had taken her seat next to Lucius and waited for the ceremony to begin.

It had been a lovely ceremony. The few that had been in attendance were only the most trusted of the Inner Circle. Though it was a small affair, the event lasted until the first star appeared in the night sky. When it was time for everyone to leave, Hermione and Bellatrix thanked everyone for coming.

As she watches the last of the guests depart, Hermione takes this as her cue to speak with the Dark-Lord. She makes her way up the switchback stairs in the back of Malfoy Manor towards a darkened corridor. Sconces with lit torches cast sputtering light every few metres, but their feeble attempt could not diminish the darkness that the evening had placed upon this hall. There were other doors that hid other rooms within this long stretch of corridor, but none of them held Hermione's attention like the last door at the end of the hall.

When she finally reaches the door she needed, the witch raises her hand to knock, but before she could, a voice calls from inside the room. "Come in, Hermione. I knew you would be here soon." Hermione smiles softly as she opens the door. As soon as her eyes rest on the only figure in the room. She bows respectfully.

"I am sorry to intrude My Lord, but I wished to speak with you before you went to bed." Hermione says as she continues to focus her eyes on the hardwood floor beneath her feet.

"I thought as much," Voldemort replies. She hears rustling closest to the fireplace before she is addressed again. "Please, my dear, formalities are not needed here. Have a seat."

As she lifts her head, she notices that her master is know seated behind His desk and has a slight smile on His face. "Thank you, My Lord." Hermione sits in the chair in front of His desk and takes a couple of seconds to collect herself before continuing. "Again, I apologise for intruding my Lord."

"You have a lot on your mind?"

"Yes, my Lord," she takes a deep breath before continuing. "I..."

Before she could continue, the Dark-Lord interrupts. "You have often wondered about your parentage, yes? You have felt as though muggles couldn't have possibly created such a powerful witch, correct?"

"Yes, my Lord," Hermione replies hesitantly. "But how did you know."

Voldemort shakes his head and pets Nagini's head. "Your walls are strong when you focus on them, but if you are distracted, well... let's just say that you should never allow yourself to get distracted, my dear.

"I know you and Narcissa went to the dungeons before the ceremony. I can understand the pull of knowledge, but you should know that the young Weasel would never have the answers that you seek. But you were right about the Divination professor. The woman comes from a great line of Seer's, some of her family can even be traced to the oracles of Apollo; but her power had been stunted by that fool Dumbledore. He believed that he was saving the world by diminishing her abilities. He had bound her powers, but as you can see, her power was so great that he could not bind it all. Some prophecies still seep through."

"I did not know this, my Lord."

"It is the reason I am actually allowing the woman to live. I have Severus and Andromeda trying to find ways past Albus's spell to allow her full power to come back to her, though it seems with the passage of time after his death, the spell is losing power; but I feel that this is not the reason you came to see me."

"It is interesting information, my Lord, but you are right. It is not the reason why I came to you." She pauses momentarily and frowns. "Well, it is a partial reason as to why I am here."

"Of course it is," He says with a smile. "Trelawny said something that peaked your interest and you are wondering if I may have a few answers for you."

Hermione sighs with relief as she realises that she could go ahead with the question that had burned within her since the beginning of her time at Hogwarts. "She did. She mentioned something about a prophecy that mentioned the progeny of Mars."

"Ah yes, that is the one that Andromeda mentioned to me when she and her daughter reported back with Minerva and Trelawny. I believe the full prophecy was, 'Beware the progeny of Mars; for the snakes will ensure their master's power and their terror will be great and everlasting!' One can take it to mean several things, but as you can tell, the progeny of Mars was meant to be you and Bellatrix. The snakes were Andromeda, Severus, and Nymphadora. As for the master..." He grins. "We already know who that one is as well. The last part of the prophecy indicates that the reign of the master will be everlasting. The terror part, is a bit confusing. So far, there have been reports that our rule is better than the rule before, so I think the terror is a bit much, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, My Lord, I agree as well, but I doubt the straggling members of the Order would agree," Hermione replies with a smile. "This information you have given me clears up a few things that Trelawny had mentioned in her half-crazed rantings down in the dungeons, but she also mentioned that she needed to warn Dumbledore so he could bring the snakes and progeny of Mars to his camp."

"...And she mentioned both progenies being of pure-blood lineage?" Voldemort ventures as he leans back into his chair. "I can see why you would be so adamant to speak with me then. Even on your wedding night you seek answers to the one question that's answer has eluded you so."

"Yes," she sighs out. She didn't realise she had been holding her breath until he said those words. "More than anything, I wish to know who I am. I know that I am Enyo reincarnated, but what of this lifetime's body? I know my past was pure-blooded, but my present? Am I who they always said I am? Hermione Jean Granger? How would my children with Bella see their mother? Would they silently disparage their mother's muggle background? Or would they themselves be harassed for being half-blood? Or what would happen if..."

Voldemort raises a hand, but not as a threatening gesture. He smiles softly at the younger witch before speaking. "I understand your concerns, Hermione, I really do, but I will tell you they are all unfounded. Does the name Hector Dagworth-Granger sound familiar?"
"Yes, he was one of the foremost potioneers of his time. He was the founder of the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers and he fully understood that no potion could ever mimic love."

"So you do know who he is," Voldemort says with a smile. "But I do believe you may have missed a few points about the wizard's life. The Dagworth-Granger House was a pure-blooded family but had gone extinct when the future heirs produced nothing more than squibs."

"So that makes me at most, what?! Half-blood?" Hermione asks as she starts to follow the Dark-Lord's thinking.

"Oh no, my dear, I wasn't implying that you were related to him... just the Granger patriarch." He opens a drawer and produces a thick portfolio. Setting the case on His desk, Voldemort pushes it towards the brunette. "This will tell you of your family, and why you were sent to live with squibs. I was going to show this to you later, after your honeymoon, but I guess your curiosity is pushing our timetable ahead of schedule."

He smirks as He stares at the young witch in front of Him. Watching as she glances at the portfolio between her hands, He takes a deep breath that He did not know He had been holding in. "I am not going to put you through the suspense, Hermione. I could allow you to find out for yourself what the parchments hold... I am not saying that I am going to spoil the whole surprise, but I will tell you who your parents are. The rest is just paperwork that needs to be filled out before you can take on your role as the head of house for your family."

"So my parents are dead?!" Hermione asks as she stares at nothing. "I thought that maybe I could receive answers if only I could have been able to speak with them. If I could look upon them to see if I could recognise myself in their faces. Or if I had any other siblings, something that could make me feel more connected to life."

"You are more connected to life than you believe you are my dear," Voldemort says softly as He stares at the crestfallen witch in front of Him. "Your parents... like Enyo's before you, were members of the Knights of Walpurgis. You real name is Eris Ate Rosier. Your father Evan Rosier was one of my most favoured Death-Eaters in the First War besides Bella, of course. He was killed during the war by Alastor Moody towards the end of the war back in 1981. You were only two when your father had been murdered."

"And my mother?" Hermione asks as she looks up from staring at the floor.

"A beautiful woman named Marina Shafiq, she died shortly after giving birth to you," He states softly as He stares into her eyes. "She was able to name you before she passed though. You recognise the meaning behind your name?"

"I was named after Enyo," she said as a soft smile graces her lips. "Eris, Greek goddess of discord, and Ate, her daughter, the goddess of mischief and ruin. Even my father's last name wraps up my name perfectly... it was the name of one of the fallen angels."

"Your mother knew you had the spirit of Enyo trapped within you. It had been years since Enyo had died... Eleven years to be exact, but Marina knew you were her the moment she saw you. That is why she named you what she did before she died."

Hermione sits quietly for a few moments to allow everything that the Dark-Lord had said to sink in. She knew that she needed to know all of this information before she allowed herself to continue on with the rest of her life, but it still threw her for a loop. She knew most of her life that she was different from her parents (or supposed parents) but a tiny part of her hand hoped that they were still her parents. The lies told to her her whole life... the lies of who she really was. The lies they told themselves about her being their child. The warring emotions at that moment wanted to tear her apart, but she held it together; or so she thought until a vase next to the fireplace spontaneously combusts.

"It's all-right, my dear," Voldemort says soothingly as He steps from behind the desk and kneels beside her.

She straightens her posture and wipes angrily at the tears that had suddenly etched their way across her cheeks. "You knew?" she asks softly, barely controlling her rage.

He sighs as He stands back up and sits in the chair beside the witch. "I had known that Evan and Marina had a child, but had heard rumours that she was dead. You must remember that I too was barely of this world back then, but when I became more corporeal, I made it my duty to find the truth." He points towards the stack of parchments in her hand. "That is all that I could find on what had happened after the First War. Alastor had found you crying after he had murdered your father in cold blood and was about to do the same to you, but Dumbledore stopped him." He smiles softly before continuing, "Call it a sudden lapse in judgement on his part or maybe he thought that an innocent child should not be harmed... either way he saw to it to protect you from harm, so he placed you with the only family he could think of... a family of squibs that would know how to deal with a magical child once they became of age."

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Voldemort. "Before you ask, no... they did not know who you were. Albus had already set in motion the plan that would erase the magical world's knowledge of your existence."

"But how could he do that? What of my father and mother's family? They surely would miss a relative. And with what I know of both families, they are not the sort of people to be swept by the wayside."

"You're right," Voldemort states simply. "Though there had been a major decline in those lineages, there was still enough family members to know that something was amiss. It didn't help that Albus had most of them sent to Azkaban for being part of the Dark, as he called it. Most of those people were thought to have gone mental because of the dementors, so they were largely ignored when they spoke of you. As for the rest of the wizarding world, it was easy to spread the rumour that you had died before Moody could save you from your evil twisted father."

"That bastard," Hermione mutters as she takes a deep breath to steady herself. "I often wondered why I had never really liked the man and he always seemed to use me more than anyone else. I had to constantly chase after Potter and the Weasel to make sure that they were safe from harm. I should have known that he had something to do with this. How come the Grangers never told me who I really was?"

"He oblivated them and modified their memories to believe that they had raised you since birth and that you were their own." He sighs and shakes His head softly, "I wish that I had been able to get to you sooner, my dear. It wasn't until your fifth year that I even knew about you, but I still did not know who you were because I could never get close enough to sense your families magical aura surrounding you." She looks up quizzically at the wizard. "You have probably noticed that each person you have been around has a slightly different magical signature. People who are related, like Bellatrix, Narcissa, Andromeda, and Nymphadora, have similar signatures."

"I have noticed the similarities between them," Hermione says as she thinks about what Voldemort had said. "At first I thought it was because I knew they were family, but now I'm not so sure. Now that I think about it, Nymphadora's is slightly different than her mother's because of Tonks, correct?"

"Yes," He replies with a smile. "The three sisters' aura will be more similar than their children's because they are more closely related. As I told you before, your mother and father were part of my Inner Circle and so I spent a lot of time with them because of this. It wasn't until the night I met you here in the Malfoy's manor that I was able to know for certain who you were."

Hermione looks down at the floor for a moment, before steeling herself for the anger she might unleash once she asks the question that has been burning her tongue since the Dark-Lord revealed to her how long He had known who she really was. "Please forgive me, My Lord. I know this will be out of line, but permit me to ask one more question?" He nods His head in approval. "If you knew then..." she takes a deep breath. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? You told me about my past-life, but did not speak of my true parentage." She lowers her head slightly and closes her eyes, bracing herself for a curse that never came.

"Do you know why I enjoy your company so?" Voldemort asks softly. She looks up at him questioningly but doesn't answer. "It's because you hunger for knowledge, my dear. Any other person who would have asked me that sort of question would have been cursed to within an inch of their life, but not you. You remind me of myself at your age. So I will answer your question with another question. Would you have believed me without the proof I have given you now?"

"Honestly? Probably not. I had already had slight visions of my past-life as Enyo, but was not aware of my parentage. I knew that there had to be something... anything that separated me from the muggle way I was brought up, but there was nothing tangent to it. But the visions you had shown me coincided with what my own memories were trying to show me."

He nods His head solemnly. "I figured as much. That is why I waited until I had every scrap of information I could find to give to you. I even wanted to wait until I received the paperwork from Gringotts so you could access your family vaults, but..." He smiles again. "Let's just call this my gift to you on your wedding day."

Hermione smiles softly and stands up from the chair she had been sitting in. "Thank you My Lord," she says as she bows in front of Him. "I will get to work immediately on these parchments. I need to review all of them so I can know how I can use this new found information to help Your cause."

He stands from His chair and gently cups her chin, lifting her head so she can see into His eyes. "You do not have to rush, Hermione, or shall we start calling you Eris or maybe Ate? Enjoy your time with your new wife. When you come back from your honeymoon, I expect both of you to be prepared to help me with the rest of the reshaping of our new world."

"Yes, My Lord," she replies with a smile as she raises to her full height.

"Goodnight, Hermione."

"Goodnight, My Lord," she responds as she moves closer to the door. She rests her hand on the handle for a brief moment before turning around again. "My Lord?"

"Yes, Hermione?" He asks as He sits back down behind His desk.

"It's Eris," she replies with a smile that the Dark-Lord himself knew was an exact replica of the smile His dear niece, Enyo, would give so many years ago. Opening the door, she walks slowly out of the room and into the darkened corridor.

When the door closes behind her, Voldemort smiles again and whispers, "Goodnight, Eris. May the God of War always smile upon you."