Voldemort's power is as strong as ever, and there is rumor of war in the wizarding world. Dumbledore needs inside information on Voldemort's plans. Because of her knowledge and experience with the dark arts, Hermione Granger is sent undercover to become a follower of Voldemort. Living among the other Death Eaters, Hermione fears for her life every second. She witnesses dark events that are sure to lead to a horrifying conclusion. But Hermione discovers the Dark Lord has bigger plans for her than anyone could have ever imagined.

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A menacing man sat in his leather chair, staring transfixed into the fire in front of him. With both hands gripping the armrests, he felt so cold, even by the blazing fire. He had always felt a cold that had settled in him long ago. Since the wretched times at the orphanage to that very night a mere boy destroyed him. He thought he should be used to it by now, the cold. It was his loyal companion, was the only thing that would never leave. His followers left him at times, even his snake, Nigini, slithered off now and then seeming in hopes just to be free of his company. How foolish these people are, he thought, gripping the armrests, his knuckles turning a pale white. Do these people not realize that I, Lord Voldemort, could vaporize them into oblivion whenever I please? And yet they still dare to leave him and expect forgiveness from him when they return.

He continued to gaze into the fire. If only he had one loyal follower to replace his last one, Peter Petigrew. Peter was there for Voldemort from the beginning to the end, but only in fear. If only he had at least one follower whom he could trust as much as he trusted himself. All of his Death Eaters were either old, dead, or going to be if he had any say in it. He needed someone new, someone who would excite at the thought of being at the side of the greatest wizard in the world.

He jumped up from his chair in excitement. He strode over to the open window and looked out on a nighttime scene of a small village far below the hill, which the Riddle mansion founded on.

He knew exactly who would succeed at the task to bring someone. Severus Snape was Voldemort's loyal spy. His job was as Potions professor at the glorious school, Hogwarts. There, he kept a careful watch on the old man, Dumbledore, for him. Snape was not among those who were fearful Death Eaters, for he was loyal by staying away from Voldemort.

The looming man brought out his wand and rolled up his left cloak sleeve. A tattoo of a snake slithering in and out of a skull brought contrast to his pale skin upon the inside of his forearm. Voldemort flicked his wand on the etching to call forth his spy.

A young woman abruptly awoke from her deep sleep. She was shaken awake by her head of Gryffindor house mistress, Professor McGonagall. She felt something hard in her hand and saw she was still holding the book The Beatle and the Bard, she has read for the fifth time already.

"Hermione, dear, Miss Granger," the old woman called in her demanding tone, "the Headmaster wants you in his office straight away."

Hermione pushed back a wild mane of dark blond curls from her face, "Did he say why?" She asked. The only times she had ever needed to go to the Headmaster was if there had been trouble with Harry.

McGonagall shook her head, "No, but you must hurry. He said it was urgent." She turned sharply and left the dormitory.

Hermione quickly threw on jeans and a tee shirt, and then followed after her Headmistress. Hermione felt deep anxiety squirm in her belly as they jogged through the winding corridors. They soon arrived at the gargoyle that led to the entrance of the Headmaster's office. She took a breath to prepare herself for what she was about to face, then, with both hands, she opened the door. She walked into the familiar golden room full of paintings of past Hogwarts Headmaster's and silver instruments. In the middle of the room was a large desk where Headmaster, Dumbledore, the greatest wizard that ever lived, stood. He was an old, wise man with a very long white beard, but Hermione noticed he did not have his usual warm smile; it was replaced by a thoughtful grimace.

Dumbledore looked up at the newcomer, "Ah, Miss Granger, so good of you to come." He said. His voice may have sounded old, but it echoed with wisdom and experience.

Hermione walked into the room. She jumped when she noticed they were not the only two in the office. Professor Snape was beside Dumbledore's desk. He wore a long black cloak that made him a part of the shadows, and he had his usual sneer pasted on his pale face, concealed partly by a cape of black hair. He did not consider Hermione when she approached the golden desk, only glanced at her and continued his pacing.

"Thank you for coming, Miss Granger." Dumbledore repeated gently. She continued to stand since Dumbledore hadn't offered her a seat.

"Professor, what's going on?" She asked with worry, fighting a yawn, "Is it Harry?"

Snape stopped pacing, his shiny eyes peering at the pair.

"No, no," Dumbledore said with a sigh, "but in a way we chose you because of Harry."

Hermione frowned in confusion.

"As you know, Professor Snape is a loyal spy for me as a Death Eater." Dumbledore started, "He had just returned from a call from Voldemort, and it appears he desires another follower, and he had asked Severus to find one. Snape tells me Voldemort regards him to be his most loyal follower, but, of course, Snape cannot be at his side at all times."

Hermione continued to frown, watching Snape as he now slowly paced the room again.

"We agreed this would be a welcoming chance to add another spy to his followers."

Hermione hesitated a moment to think. "I don't understand, Professor. Why would you tell me this? The Dark Lord is Harry's line of expertise. Did you want me to help find someone, because I really don't know-"

"No, Miss Granger," Dumbledore interrupted, and then said slowly, "Through much deliberation, Severus and I have already decided who will act as our new spy." The old man paused and looked over his golden specs at Hermione expectantly.

Hermione's face fell, realizing the answer before it came out of her Headmaster's mouth.

"You, Miss Granger."