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The Drastic Change of Hermione Granger by jrchalut
Chapter 1 : The Beginning of Summer
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Chapter 1* The Beginning of Summer




Hermione Granger sat in room at her parents' house in London listening to the noises coming up the stairs from the kitchen. Her mum was making breakfast and from the sounds of it, she was having a hard time with it. Some things never change around her, she thought as she got up and started out of her room to help her mum. As she passed her dresser, she grabbed her wand and stuck it in the pocket of her pajama's. This was a newer habit, because this was the first summer she was allowed to do magic outside of school. It seemed a little silly to her, but with Voldemort was still out there and it was better to be safe than sorry. She happily skipped down the stairs and went into the kitchen where her mother was sitting at the table looking at a pan that was burned up with something, but Hermione had no clue what. Her mum was slowly shaking her head and Hermione was afraid that she was crying.

"Oh Mum! It's okay! We can go out for breakfast! Don't cry!"Hermione exclaimed as she reached for her mother. Her mum looked up, and instead of the tears she expected her mum was laughing! The sound was infectious and soon she collapsed with her mum at the table and they both laughed until their sides hurt. Trying to catch her breath as she wiped a tear from her face, she looked at her mum and asked, "What are we laughing at?"

Jane looked her daughter dead in the eyes and said,"Well honey, I was trying to make you a welcome home breakfast, but we all know I should just quit trying to cook...That was oatmeal, but I forgot to set the timer..." She paused before adding, "So, Where should we go eat?"

The two shared another laugh as headed up to change into their clothes. They grabbed their coats from the hall closet and headed to the garage. Hermione decided that they should to go to the little diner down the street, they knew Hermione and Jane very well there, as this wasn't the first time Jane cooked for Hermione. As they opened the door, a familiar twinkling of a bell was heard and Hermione thought about how good it was to be home again.


The first couple of weeks of summer break flew by for Hermione as she got back into the swing of everyday muggle life. She still carried her wand with her everywhere she went, but didn't cast alot of spells. She didn't feel the need, just because she was of legal age now didn't mean she was going to whip out her wand for everything. She didn't mind the muggle way. It was the way it was at home.

The night of June 20th found Hermione sitting in the front room with her parents spending some time watching the telly and just chatting.  She was writing a letter to Ron, telling him about her day and saying how much she missed him when she heard something outside. Not saying anything to her parents, Hermione got up and went outside herself to see what the noise was. She heard what sounded like whispering in the backyard buy the bushes and slowly stepped off the porch, reaching for her wand as she touched the grass. Feeling all her pockets, Hermione remembered she left it on the table next to Ron's letter, She turned to go back to the house when she was hit by a silent stunning spell that made her collapse to the ground. Two figures came out of the shadows and looked down at her.

"That was easier than I thought it would be." One of the masked men said to the other, reaching down and picked up Hermione before slinging her over his shoulder and melting into the shadows again. The other man stood there for a minute staring at the house, wondering why there were no alarms or anything. He crept up to the porch and set a piece of parchment on the table and turned and walked into the shadows where he too, disappeared.



Hermione slowly awakened to the hard ground in the dank cell she was currently held in. She shifted, looking for a more comfortable position but unable to find one with her hands tied behind her back and her ankles bound as well.

"Well, well, look who finally decided to wake up. For a mudblood, you are quite pretty. I think I might have to have a taste of you before you leave...but first we must prepare you. I'm going to enjoy this, you won't." A man came from the shadows, looking down at Hermione, rubbing his hands in anticipation. She looked up at him with fear, not recognizing him and not knowing where she was. The first kick came from behind her and she gasped and the pain had her crying out for help. Hermione looked around franticly, trying to find a way away from this nightmare she found herself in, but all she found was more people coming towards her with hate and malice in their eyes. She closed her eyes and prayed it would end quickly. The night stretched out forever in a whirl of pain and screams until Hermione finally succumbed to her injuries and fell unconscious.




The next time Hermione woke up, she was covered in blood and bruises. She tried to move her arms and found that she was no longer bound. She sat up as she rubbed her arms, waiting for the feeling to return. Pushing herself against the wall, Hermione slowly stood up, her legs weak underneath her. Propping herself up, she rested her head on the cool stone wall that had become her prison and wondered once again where she was.

"You are where the Dark lord wants you." A familiar voice whispered through her mind. "If you obey him and join him, he won't let them hurt you." She tried concentrating on his voice, but she couldn't place it. She knew she heard his voice in her mind, she didn't know how, but she knew she could talk to him.

"Who are you? Why am I here? what do you want of me?" Hermione cried out in her head, dreading the answer but needing to know it.

"You have a purpose now mudblood, don't let it slip away or you will lose your life and the lives of the ones you love. Listen and obey the Dark Lord, he is your life now." The voice whispered back to her.

Hermione knew one thing for sure. She was in the hands of Voldemort. Her worst fear had come true. And she had no one there to help her. Hermione took a deep breath and tried to calm her thoughts. It wouldn't do any good to lose her head now, not when she knew she was surrounded by death eaters and was totally at their mercy. She shuddered and squeezed her eyes shut, not letting any tears through. She refused to cry, she would make it home somehow. She just didn't know when.

The door creaking open startled Hermione from her thoughts. As she looked up, she looked into the eyes of someone she knew. Hope flared in her as she looked at him.

"It's the mudblood. Where's Potty and the weasel now, huh? Not here to save you that's for sure!   Come now Granger, the Dark Lord is waiting and he doesn't like to wait." Draco Malfoy sneered at Hermione on the floor and pulled her up by her hair into a standing position. With a cry and pain bursting throughout her entire body, Hermione struggled to keep her legs under her. Draco grabbed her and held her for a second. He looked at her and slowly lowered his head towards hers, "You must obey or he will kill you and we will never escape." Then he pushed her away saying, "Your turn with the Dark Lord."  Hermione looked at Draco with understanding and gave a slight nod. She would do whatever she had to do to survive.


Lord Voldemort was sitting in his throne-like chair when Draco brought Hermione in. He shoved her down on her knees in front of the dark lord and walked back to his place among Voldemort's followers. Hermione struggled to her feet and stood proudly in front of he-who-must-not-be-named. Voldemort looked down at the girl in front of him and smiled.

"You don't know your place yet do you mudblood. Oh, but you will, oh yes you will." Voldemort looked Hermione right in the eyes, his eyes glowing red in the candlelight.  He raised his hand and Hermione felt a pressure on her back pushing her down to her knees, her forehead touching the ground in front to her. Voldemort slowly walked around her, surveying the marks his faithful death eaters had left on her body. He silently approved of her courage and pride, but it would be weak to show that in front of his followers. He would break her and mold her into something to be feared and respected. He couldn't wait to get started. He waved his wand at Hermione and sent a silent crutiatus curse at her. As Hermione screamed and struggled on the floor he smiled once more, knowing he would succeed and he would own her, heart and soul, just like Bellatrix.


The search for Hermione Granger made all the headlines, magical and muggle. The weeks went on and there were no leads. There were no clues, only a note left on a piece of parchment that only had her name written on it.


*A/N: Sorry for a cliffhanger, but I didn't want the chapter to drag on. Next one coming soon!! Please review!

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