The New Darkness
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A/N: This is in response to whitetigerwolf's Dark Lady Challenge.
Rain fell heavily down onto the many rows of near identical houses. It was around this time that it should have started to get dark, but because of the storm, it had already gotten dark.
Lightning flashed, illuminating the streets, and on one of them, a lone figure. She stood in the middle of the road, a long hooded coat on, staring at one house. She snorted at how easy this was going to be. Now that Voldemort was well and truly gone, no one cared enough to protect Harry anymore. Well, none they had thought they could trust, at least.
The figure sighed. Harry had killed Voldemort at the end of their sixth year. And now, he'd been expelled and banished from the wizarding world.
He got off light. Thankfully. She thought. His wand had been snapped, and all his possessions from the wizarding world, taken. Luckily, she had managed to save some, and those who had betrayed him, and she in turn, would pay. Also, the goblins had locked down the Potter fortune, and no one could get at it, apart from Harry. Not that he knew that yet. She'd gotten into studying the Dark Arts during her forth year. She knew that Voldemort would return, and wanted to help Harry in anyway possible. She'd taught him a few things, and that had been excuse enough for them to expel him from the wizarding world when he'd done what they'd wanted him to do. But now, they were going to pay.
Another flash of lightning, and a rumble of thunder later, and Hermione Granger was walking purposefully towards number four. She raised her hand, and knocked, before pulling out her wand. The door opened to reveal a horse faced blonde woman. Hermione had her wand at her neck, digging into it.
"You'd better let me in, Petunia Dursley. I'm here for Harry. If you do as I say, I'll be in a slightly better mood, less likely to harm anyone."
Suffice to say, she was let in. She didn't remove her hood, however.
"BOY! GET DOWN HERE!" Petunia called shrilly.
There was thudding of someone coming down the stairs, and Hermione looked up to see Harry. He stopped on seeing her. His eyes narrowed, and his whole body seemed ready to spring.
"Time to go get revenge, Harry." Hermione said.
"Mya?" He asked quietly.
"It's me." Hermione lowered her wand, and held out her hand, as he finished descending the stairs. "I'm here to help you. You can get revenge."
"Everyone. I promise, I'm on your side. Dumbledore and his followers will pay. What do you say?"
"I say it sounds like a plan." Harry said, taking her hand.
"Let's go then." She said, before leading him out of the house, and down the street, before she turned on the spot, and apparated, taking Harry with her.
They reappeared in a small cottage in North Wales. Hermione led the way inside, before lowering her hood. Her hair, once bushy, now fell in sleek ringlets due to the length of it. Now, it fell freely halfway down her back. Her brown eyes held an unknown glint to them, one that seemed to hold power.
Harry found himself hardening at the sight of her. He hadn't realised how much he'd truly missed her until now.
Hermione sat down at the kitchen table, and Harry copied her.
"Hermione, why are you going against Dumbledore?" He asked.
Hermione cupped his cheek in her hand. "Because, you mean far more to me than anyone else in the world Harry. And what he and the others did to you- that made me realise the true face of the so called light. In a way, they're worse than Voldemort and his Death Eaters were. At least the Death Eaters didn't hide what they were going to do. Who they were." She moved off her chair, and sat on his lap, straddling him. She had to make sure he was on board fully. She couldn't do this without him. She needed him. "Harry, do you remember me telling you that every witch or wizard's magic leans towards the Dark or Light magics?"
"Yeah." He said.
"Well, now that Voldemort and his Death Eaters have been taken out of the picture, there is room for a new faction."
"What are you getting at Hermione?"
"Our magic Harry, leans to the Dark. I'm surprised you managed to produce a patronus as easily as you did. Your magic's affinity should have meant it took you years to learn that, but it didn't."
"It didn't take you years either. Do you think that you could be wrong?"
Hermione shook her head. "No. I don't know what it is about us yet, but I know that Dark Magic is the type we should be using. But, what I'm getting at is the fact that the Wizarding World is in chaos. It will take years to get any semblance of structure that would be worthy opponents. But it would take less time to gather a large enough following and learn what we have to, to take over."
"Are you saying that we should form a group like the Death Eaters?" Harry asked, eyes wide.
"Sort of. I want to take over, yes, but not with the same policies such as blood purity and all that nonsense."
"Hermione, is it worth the risk?"
"Harry, look what they did to you. Look what they did to any non humans! Look how muggleborns are treated. It shouldn't be that way. Someone needs to bring the magical world into a new era. And I want to do that. What I need to know though, is will you join me?"
Harry was silent for a moment, before meeting her eyes. "Alright." He said. "I'm in."
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