Disclaimer I still don’t own Harry Potter. I think JKR would slap me silly if she saw what I was doing to her characters.

The attack came during the evening meal the last day of school. Everyone was guaranteed to be there, stuffing themselves with the wonderful food that the house elf’s had prepared. It was just before dessert, when everyone was guaranteed to be slightly sluggish from the meal.

Hundreds of zombies, marched though the large double doors to the great hall, they flooded the room, overwhelming in their numbers.

Few of the teachers were able to stop even a few before they were overwhelmed, and even fewer students were able even pull their wands before they find themselves subdued.

Not a single Death Eater even showed until nearly everyone was subdued.

Harry Potter, was one of the only who managed to pull his wand. He managed to blow a few of the zombies apart.

“Wingardium Leviosa!”

Harry stopped dead in his tracks when he recognized the voice.

His heart stopped when Hermione had her wand pointed, not at him, but rather at Ron. Ron, who as now upside down, flailing around in the air. At such a distance from the ground that if Hermione suddenly released the spell Ron would be dead instantly.

Harry took a moment to study the girl he had fallen in love with, in what seemed like years ago. Gone were her concealing Hogwarts robes. She now wore a short black skirt and a top that looked like a blood red corset. In an almost look here sign, she wore a simple black satin ribbon around her throat with a single large ruby nestled between her cleavage. Showing off that Hermione Granger had, indeed grown up very well. Her hair was no longer bushy, rather her hair had been somewhat contained into a large mass of corkscrew curls, that fell around her shoulders. Her once slightly tanned face, was paler now, which was only shown off by her wearing ruby red lipstick, and her eyes darkened with mascara and eyeliner.

Her red, red lips were curved up into a malicious smile as she watched her former friend try to find something, anything to hold onto.

Finally her dark brown eyes met Harry’s.

“Drop you wand, Potter, or your redheaded buffoon if going to have a little tumble.” She warned.

Her voice had changed in the time she had been gone, deeper, huskier.

“Hermione-”

“Shut up, Potter, nothing you have to say is worth my time. Drop your wand and kick it to me or I’ll kill him”

Harry dropped his wand and kicked it over to her.

Hermione slowly lowered Ron to the ground, watching as he wiggled like a worm on a hook. Rolling her shoulders she paced in front of her former friends.

“You seem to be missing one.”

Harry stared up at her mutinously.

Hermione chuckled at him. “Come now Potter, surly you wish to see your beloved little whore’s face one last time.”

Harry said nothing.

“My lady.” Lucius Malfoy said, holding a struggling red head.

Hermione smiled wildly. “Well done Lucius. I guess this means you can have her first.”

The smile he showed was dangerous. “Thank you my lady.”

“Get away from her! You fucking bastard, get away from her!” Ron screamed.

Harry said nothing, just staring at Hermione.

Neither Hermione nor Lucius even spared a look at Ron. “Just make sure she survives, I don’t want the Death Eater’s newest play thing to die just yet.”

Lucius bowed low before he took the struggling girl away.

Hermione turned back to Harry. “I hope she was good at sucking you off, Potter, it’s the only thing that will keep her form being tortured every day.”

Ginny screaming could be heard from somewhere outside the Great Hall. There was a quite murmur though the Death Eaters.

“You fucking bitch, she was your friend!” Ron screamed at her. “I’ll kill you for this!” He ranted.

"Silencio." Hermione incanted with a lazy swish of her wand. She patted Ron’s head like he was a puppy. “Ginny was my friend, Ron. Just like you used to be my friend, before you betrayed me.” She laughed tonelessly. “At least I didn’t find you giving Harry a blow job in the lavatory.”

Another murmur went though the Death Eaters. This time they quickly moved out of the way as Voldemort moved though the crowd.

Hermione watched him silently, waiting until he stood next to her.

“You’ve done well, my little Necromancer.”

Hermione smirked. “It was ridiculously easy. The old fool never thought that I would join you.”

Voldemort nodded. “Of course not.”

Hermione looked around at the humbled teachers and students. “I was hoping for more of a challenge.” Hermione turned back to Voldemort, an impish smile on her face. “But then again they thought they were getting reliable inside information. How could they have known about me?” She turned to the teachers. “Release Snape.” She ordered t zombie, holding the potions teacher.

Instantly the zombie let go of Snape.

“Now for the fun part.” Hermione said, grinning at Harry who was glaring at her. “Finite Incantatem.”

Snape slowly melted away, becoming slightly broader in the chest, his nose shrinking, his face filling out slightly and his hair dramatically lightening until he became Draco Malfoy.

Hermione went to him, smiling and kissed him hungrily. “Well done, love.” She told him when they broke apart.

Draco grinned at her.

“Oh, Potter if you could see you face, you would laugh.” Voldemort hissed.

Hermione turned and saw that Harry looked positively murderous.

“I think he’s jealous, my love.” Draco cooed.

Hermione smirked at Harry. “He lost his chance.”

Draco pulled away from Harry. “Such a pity, you didn’t treat her like the treasure she is, Potter, you might have won.”

“Avada Kedavra!”

Everyone turned to Voldemort who stood before a now dead Dumbledore, obviously having just cast the killing curse.

Shrugging Hermione went to Remus, who was staring at her, with sad eyes.

“Oh Remus, do you realize that you are the reason behind all this?” She asked softly. “If I hadn’t revealed being a Necromancer to resurrect you, I never would have would have been shunned, and I never would have gone to Voldemort.” She knelt in front of him, caressing his cheek. “Thank you for helping me see the light. Thank you for making me strong enough to embrace what I am.”

“I’m sorry I turned you into a monster.” Remus choked out.

Hermione nodded. “You know, I’m almost sorry too. I’ll make it painless. I promise.” She said. And she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

When she pulled back there was a small light coming from Remus’s mouth, it slowly drifted upwards until it was gone.

Remus was dead.

“You’ll have company soon.” She said.

Harry watched her as she came over to him.

“What have you become?” He asked.

“The monster everyone wanted me to be. The bad guy.” She gave him a patronizing look. “I am what I am because of you.”

Harry shook his head wildly. “No, no, this isn’t my fault.”

Hermione caught his flailing head, forcing him to look her in the eyes. “Yes Harry, it’s your fault. All I wanted was your love. If you had stayed with me, loved me, I would have never gone to Voldemort. Do you know the day I went to the lavatory, when I found you and Ginny I had found a way to strip me of my Necromancer powers? Had I not found the two of you together, none of this wouldn’t have happened.” She smiled darkly. “I hope she was a good fuck, she cost the wizarding world dearly.”

Behind he Draco smiled. “Just in case you were wondering, Hermione is wonderful in bed.”

Hermione smiled. “I am.” She admitted just before she pulled out a knife and plunged it into Harry’s chest. He collapsed with a small gasp.

Laying prone on the ground he looked up at her, his eyes clouded with pain. “I do love you.” He whispered.

“Shame it was just a little too late.” Hermione said indifferently and turned her back on the dying wizard.

“Strip everyone of their wands and take them to the dungeons. We’ll let the Ministry know we have them. They will have no choice but to surrender.” She ordered her zombies.

“Go with them, Zombies are good for brut strength, but their no good for anything else.” Voldemort ordered the Death Eaters.

Once they were alone Voldemort laughed softly before pulling out his wand he transfigured the head table and chairs into an elaborate throne with two smaller ones flanking it.

Hermione, Draco, and Voldemort took their places, but almost as soon as Voldemort sat, he sprang up stepping down off the dais.

Hermione nodded slightly to Draco.

Hermione stood, pulling out a knife.

“Oh finally the day is finally here! And it’s all thanks to you my dear. As soon as everything is in order you and young Malfoy will be the first couple married to start my newest generation of servants.”

He was so busy gloating that he didn’t hear Hermione come up behind him.

Without warring Hermione drove the knife to the hilt into his soft neck.

He turned to her, a look of utter bewilderment on his face.

Hermione stared back. “Do you really think I didn’t know that you were the one who killed my parents? That you ordered Remus’s death? Without you I’d still have my soul? Still have Harry’s love, my friends? Did you think I could forgive or forget?” She asked as the light faded away.

He fell to the ground, blood bubbling from his mouth. He was dead.

Draco came beside her; taking her bloody hand and wiping it clean with a soft cloth.

“I don’t care you know.” She said.

“About what?”

“That Harry still loved me. He was unworthy of me.”

Draco lifted her hand to his lips. “He was. And am I worthy?”

Hermione turned slightly, smiling. “The day you become unworthy, I’ll kill you.”

Draco smiled. “Then I won’t worry, my lady.”

Hermione turned back again to look at the three dead bodies, then to the black haired boy.

Some part of her mourned his death. Mourned that part of herself that had felt a thrill when he said he still loved her.

Hermione Granger was gone now. She had died when Harry had.

And everyone that would have mourned her is dead or soon to be.

She turned back to Draco.

“I think I’ll change my name.”

Draco looked slightly surprised. “To what?”

She thought, her brain going over the names. Then it hit her, the perfect name.

“Anastasia.”

“Why Anastasia?”

Her eyes as dead as Hermione’s love, Anastasia smiled.

“It means she will raise from the ashes.”

A/N Wow, I really get carried away with the Dark Hermione stories, don’t I? Did I go to far? I kind of think I did. If I get a few complaints I’ll delete the story. As a former DHR shipper, I couldn’t resist putting them together. I hope I didn’t offend any of the HHR shippers out there. But I won’t write this kind of thing again, so no worries.

After writing this, I think I’m going to take a brake from writing. So my other Dark Harry story is going to be delayed. I’m just getting a little depressed writing all this angst. I may write something happy and chipper again, silly just to get me out of this funk.

If you read, please review. And if you think it’s to dark to be on this site please tell me, not the mods or whatever they’re called, I’ll delete it if I get more than four registered member complaints.