Title:Rumor Has It.
Parker K. Harvelle
FEM!HARRY AU: Meredith Potter never thought much about love, she'd never really been shown a lot of it. Her sixth year will change everything as she stops pretending to understand where life is taking her.
Meredith/Tom (Voldemort), TBD
Some Language, mentions of child abuse and neglect, violence, torture, Dark!Harry, Fem!Harry, AU!Year 6, Manipulative Dumbledore (But not evil or dark),

Disclaim Her: As someone who found alternative ways to read the books online and can't seen to get the money for the movies together do you really think I own Harry? Because I assure you if I did Harry would have been a bit more bitter to Dumbledore and the Dursley's and Voldemort would have lived. I own only what you don't recognize! Enjoy!

Note: Graphics are on profile, banner for story and Meredith is Portrayed by Karen Gillian. Also the scientific term for Meredith's eyes is heterochromia, where one eyes is another color or sometimes the eye is simply two colors at once.

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Notice: I am aware some mistypes may have occurred, placing His and Him where it should be her and she but that is simply a typo. Were I am tacking bits from the book while typing, sometimes I forget to change it. I will be going back over these chapters to make sure it's fixed so if you notice please let me know through PM or Review and if you can mention the paragraph/scene so I can find it easier. Thanks!

A/N 5/11/12: Sorry it's taken me so long everyone, my muse was being a bitch, and things have gotten a bit busy lately. Anyways here is the next chapter and I hope you all have like it. There is quite the grotesque scene at the end, so be warned for severe violence and death. I will have images up of the dresses and costumes soon enough, by tomorrow I think. So remember to keep an eye on my profile for that. I'll remind you again when I update next.

Also everyone who do you think Hermione should end up with, find out more at the bottom so I don't give away any of the story. Anyways, Enjoy!

Rumor Has It.

Chapter 19: A Slaughter on Samhain.

The Sunday following the Quidditch game was another Hogsmeade day, for those who needed to get their dress robes and Halloween costumes. This time the village was crawling with Aurors, and most the adults were looking over their shoulders every few minutes. Some students were not much better. She had gone with Ginny, Luna and Hermione – who was no talking with Ron at all. Her silent treatments and acting as if he wasn't there were a testament to how angry and upset she was with the redheaded boy.

It was all sort of annoying to Meredith, they had thought the boy had grown up some since last year and the brain incident. In a way he had but he was still rather insensitive and seemed as clueless as he had been when she'd left him in the abandoned classroom to go after Hermione. She found the girl half an hour latter in the Dueling Chamber – which she'd been able to show most the D.A. During the week before the game – crying her eyes out.

Truth be told she couldn't see the attraction between her best friends. Ron was immature at the worst of times and while intelligent in his won right and loyal he was rather stunted emotionally when it came to girls. She wasn't even sure if the second youngest Weasley felt for Hermione what she assumed Hermione felt for him.

It wasn't much of a secret among the other sixth years that Hermione had a crush on Ron, it was one reason she was so angry with Lavender. Not that they got on too well before but now she wanted nothing more then to curse the girl with a tongue tying spell every time she went on about Won-Won.

It was pathetic, and she wondered if the girl was spiking herself with love potion just to accomplish the crazy stalker like personality when it came to Ron. The girl needed a reality check in Meredith's opinion.

"What do you think of these?" Ginny asked for the millionth time, or what felt like it anyways. She had better luck then either of her friends and had found her dress robes earlier, but two hours latter and they were still in the formal section of Madam Malkins searching for dress robes, her were packaged at her side.

Meredith looked over at the redhead as she held up a light petal pink dress robe which while looking good against her skin tone did nothing for her vibrant red hair. "There pretty, but the color..." she trailed off and Ginny sighed placing the robes back on the rack.

"Merlin, I hate my hair sometimes," Ginny muttered and Meredith chuckled. "You don't seem to have the problem."

Meredith shrugged. "My hair is darker, and I can't wear yellow or pink either Gin – at least not like that." She'd actually never tried, she wasn't fond of either yellow or pink. Her favorite colors were green and purple.

"We'll, I've found mine," Hermione said as she stood in front of a mirror, the dress robes on, minus the robe part which was basically just a sheer gold shawl that fell just past her waist when wrapped over her shoulders. It was a full dress which looked similar to a muggle ball gown and was a light blue, some might say a powder blue and seemed to be made from some sort of magical cotton.

It looked great on her and she wasn't the only one to agree from the envious looks Ginny was sending the bushy haired brunette. Standing up Meredith walked around, looking at a rack of rather lovely dress robes. They were more expensive, Ginny being a very tight budget was looking at some of the second hand and shabbier robes. Most of which either didn't go with her hair or her skin or simply made her look frumpy.

Green, blue, gray, silver, gold, rose, lavender...Meredith stopped as she went to move on to the next dress robe. Pulling the lavender colored robe off the rack she moved back over to Ginny who was holding a gold dress to herself but it was an off god and didn't go with her body shape or coloring at all.

"Gin, try this," Meredith said as she handed the other girl the lavender dress robe which was a lavender with a lavender Rose on the left side where the fabrics made a layered style and a lighter cotton like fabric, possibly the magic equivalent of cashmere was under it going to her ankles. It would be perfect on Ginny.

"It's perfect," Ginny gasped but her face quickly dropped upon seeing the price. "I don't have fifty galleons though Merry."

"Don't worry I'll pay the difference," Meredith said and Ginny stared at her friend.

"No, I can't let you do that! I'll just get the blue and ivory dress, it's..." Meredith interrupted her with a stern voice.

"It's not the one you want," she said. "I don't mind, Ginny I have a lot of money, I won't miss a few extra galleons."

"It's twenty galleons Meredith, I only have twenty-five on me."

"Think of it like a late birthday present, I've missed most of them anyways," Meredith said with a small smile. "Please."

Ginny sighed and then nodded. "Thank you Mer, I...just thank you!" she said hugging her friend and Meredith laughed. Her laughter died though as she noticed the man standing outside the shop with a small smirk, and while his hair was a dark brown instead of black and his pale skin was tanner, and his eyes a pale green/blue instead of crimson she knew who it was in an instant. She just hoped Ginny wouldn't if she turned around.

"I have to go..." she trailed off as she pulled away. "...do something. I'll meet you all at the Three Broomsticks!"

"Meredith!" Hermione called as her friend darted out of the shop, leaving her and Ginny alone to pay for the purchases. It was a good thing she'd shoved her money pouch into Hermione's hands as she'd passed or they'd be unable to buy Ginny's robes.

Meredith looked around as she stepped into the modestly busy street. Turning around she gasped as she ran into a hard chest.

"Clumsy today aren't you Ms. Potter?" Meredith smiled, his appearance may have been glamored but she knew his voice anywhere.

"Sorry Mr. Riddle, I wasn't looking where I was going." Tom laughed and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"I do believe it's Thompson, Marvin Thompson wasn't it?" Meredith blushed, burrowing her head in his chest.

"Well, I had to think of a name for you, my friends know your real name and Dumbledore," she explained looking back up into green/blue eyes, that while pretty weren't the color she was used to nor were they the charcoal green of his youth. "Besides I think Marvin Royce Thompson has a ring to it. Marvin is also a name related to Merlin which I'm sure your huge ego can stroke itself on."

"Hmm, how about you stroke it for me?" Tom whispered into her ear and Meredith blushed again, laughing. Tom hook his elbow with Meredith's and the two began to walk down the street, with no particular destination in mind.

"Someones been busy," she said as she leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked. Tom shrugged.

"Bellatrix brought me the cup on Wednesday," he said and Meredith looked up at him sharply. He smiled, one of those rare ones. "It wasn't easy, I don't regret easily and the process of undoing a Horcrux without actually destroying the base is...difficult to say the least."

"That's why we haven't been in the dreamscape lately," she realized and Tom nodded.

"Yes, I have something for you though,"Tom answered as he stopped in front of a parchment and writing supplies store which Meredith couldn't quite recall the name too.

"What..." Meredith was cut off as Tom pulled out a locket, a very familiar locket with an 's' on the front. She had seen it often enough in the Chamber, Slytherin's locket and one of his Horcruxes. Or at least it was.

"When my Death Eaters raided Umbridge's home this was found. I was obviously surprised and outraged as it wasn't where it should be, but nonetheless relieved. It is the one chose to keep intact, the Horcrux is gone now, back where it belongs but I wanted you to have it." Tom unclasped it before he reached out, and clasped it around Meredith's slender neck. The locket fell just above the valley between her breast. She smiled, she'd never been given something so personal before.

"Are you sure, it was your mothers..." Tom smiled, and leaned down, kissing her soundly and effectively shutting her up. The kiss was sweet and much gentler then any they'd shared, and as her arms moved to wrap around his neck she sunk into his embrace. The kiss ended suddenly after a series of flashes and clicks sounded.

"Beautiful, any comments from the chosen one herself and her mysterious older lover?" Rita Skeeter asked as her two photographers backed away. Meredith glared and Tom wrapped his arm around her waist and sneered at the reporter.

"No," he spat and led Meredith away, towards the shrieking shack, though they didn't go inside.

"I'm sorry about that," he said and Meredith shrugged, snuggling into his side.

"Don't worry about it," she said as she looked at him. "I love you."

Tom smiled, his eyes softening and for a split second she thought she saw them glaze over with a sheen of tears but it was gone before she could even question herself. He kissed her forehead and she smiled, he may not have said it back but she could wait, because she knew he at least care deeply for her.


Hermione sighed as she sipped on her butterbeer. Ginny had abandoned her to sit with Zabini a few minutes after they'd arrived at the Three Broomsticks and Meredith was god knows where. Ron didn't seem to be fairing to bad without her, she decided as she glared at the back corner where Ron and Lavender were all over each other. It was a disgusting display and if it hadn't been for the fact she'd cried all the tears she could over Ron she might have teared up at the sight.

Maybe she was hoping for too much? Maybe Ron and her together was to much of a pipe dream to work out, what did they really have in common besides Meredith? She was intelligent, loved to read and was slightly anti-social and Ron was...well he was out going and loud, ate like it was going to jump out of his plate and walk away. She sighed, staring down at her glass.

"Well, if it isn't Ms. Granger," a familiar voice said and she looked, surprised to see the pale freckled face and red hair of Fred...or was it George?

"Uh, George?" she questioned and the redhead smiled as he sat down across from her.

"Nah, Fred," he said and leaned forward, looking either way as if looking to make sure none were around. "I'll tell you a secret, you can tell us apart by our eyes." Hermione blinked.

"I don't get it, you both have blue eyes." Fred chuckled and winked.

"So we do, but mine are lighter blue then Georges." Hermione looked into his eyes and gaped, he was right. Unlike George, or even Ron who had the same blue eyes his were the darker royal color but a clear blue, almost like the sky but a tiny bit darker. If you were not looking at it you'd never tell his eyes were different from his siblings.

"Why are you here Fred? Can't be just to find us?" she asked and Fred leaned back, his arm tucked behind his head as he grinned. It was the first time in a while she'd be around one of the twins and she couldn't help but notice as cute Fred looked like that.

"I was just around, Dumbledore asked some of the order members to patrol the village and here I am," he said. "I heard from Ginny what Ron did, or didn't do. Sorry about him he's a bit thick."

Hermione chuckled. "Yeah, I've come to realize that."

"Between the two of us, Ron was dropped on his head a lot by Percy as a baby." Hermione looked at Fred in shock as he grinned his eyes sparkling mischievously. "But shh, don't tell, no one but me, George and Perce know the story."

Hermione smiled. "Tell what?" Fred laughed and looked over to see what a lot of the customers were staring at and grimaced.

"Merlin, doesn't he have any manners?" Fred said standing up and holding out his hand to her. "Come on Mione, we'll go to Honeydukes, my treat." Hermione looked from her half full butterbeer and then towards Ron and Lavender before huffing and standing up.

"Sure, let me just tell Gin where I'm going." Fred nodded and wait for her to return, noting the boy with Ginny had a green and silver scarf on, marking him as a Slytherin. He snorted, trust his baby sister to fall for the snake. Moments latter the two left, never noticing the confused, upset, and jealous blue eyes watching them leave.

"Won Won, everything okay?" Lavender asked drawling his attention back to her. Ron blinked and nodded, never having time to talk as Lavender's mouth latched back onto his.


The following two weeks before the first Halloween ball was strange to say the least, not to mention stressful to her. She was only thankful the first D.A. Meeting wasn't until November or she'd have cracked before the Halloween balls. Meredith had used the spell Hermione had taught her to hide her charm bracelet which would let the world know the families she was heir to keep the locket hidden from Dumbledore.

She wasn't positive he'd recognize it for what it was but with the extra attention Snape and the Headmaster were paying her she knew she'd have to watch her back.

After he'd given her the locket they'd gone to Riddle Manor so she could help him destroy the cup which would leave him in a near useless way for a day or two once destroyed since it was in a way more forceful then remorse. Though oddly enough not as deadly. While there he'd explained to her that he had found a solution to the cat problem.

"So this will do what?" she asked as Tom took the long strand of red hair from her and placed it in the cauldron.

"It's rather dark magic, a Golem is what they're called. Most who venture into this field are those who study necromancy. I don't but this isn't considered to be Death Magic, just dark. The potion will soak into a clay shape, in this instance your animagus form and then take on actions and mannerisms of your form."

"What's to stop Snape from realizing what it is?" she asked and Tom smirked.

"He won't be allowed that close to it, besides the only way he'd be able to tell is if he felt for a pulse. It won't have one because technically it's not a living being, it's a animated clay pot."

Needless to say she'd been amazed at the finished result. When she had returned to the village and found her friends she'd found that Ginny had met up with Zabini and for some reason, much to her surprise, Hermione had gone off with Fred Weasley. For a moment she thought maybe things between her friends would improve because of this, even if it was Fred and not Ron she'd gone off with at least it wasn't someone like McLaggen.

Ron didn't seem phased at first glance, and although Merry much preferred this new laughing, joking Ron to the moody, aggressive model she had been enduring for the last few weeks, the improved Ron came at a heavy price. Firstly, Meredith had to put up with the frequent presence of Lavender Brown, who seemed to regard any moment that she was not kissing Ron as a moment wasted; and secondly, Meredith found herself once more the best friend of two people who seemed unlikely ever to speak to each other again.

Ron, whose hands and forearms still bore scratches and cuts from Hermione's bird attack, was taking a defensive and resentful tone.

"She can't complain," he told Meredith with a sneer, something she was beginning to worry about since he was more often then not seen with one on his face these days. "She snogged Krum. So she's found out someone wants to snog me too. Well, it's a free country. I haven't done anything wrong."

"Maybe by your book Ronald," Ginny hissed as she speared her eggs angrily. "But we all think your relationship with Lavender is disgustingly public and if you seriously can't see that Hermione li -"

"Ginny!" Neville hissed elbowing her in the ribs and shaking her head. He didn't need to worry though Ron was blinking in confusion and Meredith sighed.

She didn't answer, but pretended to be absorbed in the book they were supposed to have read before Charms next morning (Quintessence: A Quest). Determined as she was to remain friends with both Ron and Hermione, she was spending a lot of time with her mouth shut tight. It was beginning to grate on her nerves. But anytime she did open her mouth it didn't seem to matter, they both interrupted or cut her off, in other words she couldn't get a word in edge wise.

"I never promised Hermione anything," Ron mumbled. "I mean, all right, I was going to go to Slughorn's Christmas party with her, but she never said… just as friends… I'm a free agent…"

Meredith turned a page of Quintessence, aware that Ron was watching her and she bit her tongue. She could feel her temper rising and she didn't want to make a scene now, in the great hall. Ron's voice trailed away in mutters, barely audible over the loud mutters and whispers of the hall, though Meredith thought She caught the words "Krum" and "Can't complain" again.

Hermione's schedule was so full that Meredith could only talk to her properly in the evenings, when Ron was, in any case, so tightly wrapped around Lavender that he did not notice what Meredith was doing. Hermione refused to sit in the common room while Ron was there, so Meredith generally joined her in the library, which meant that their conversations were held in whispers.

"He's at perfect liberty to kiss whomever he likes," said Hermione, while the librarian, Madam Pince, prowled the shelves behind them. "I really couldn't care less. I don't know why I even like him, he's pig, rude and –" Hermione's voice cracked as she sniffed, and she was sure the brunette was hiding tearful eyes.

She raised her quill and dotted an 'i' so ferociously that she punctured a hole in her parchment. Meredith sighed.

"What about Fred?" Hermione stopped short but it was only for a moment.

"And incidentally," said Hermione, after a few moments, "you need to be careful."

"If this is about Tom again – " Meredith began and Hermione shook her head.

"No, I've resigned myself to that can of worms. No, I mean around Snape and The Headmaster."

Meredith raised an eyebrow. "Are you seriously going against authority?" Hermione laughed humorlessly.

"My best friend and sister has pretty much joined the Dark Side, I could pull some cliché star wars quote but I think we both know that I'm with you." She smiled. "Even if it does mean leaving the light. I can handle being neutral, I actually think it's better for me and my parents, less chance I'll get them killed in the long run."

"Thanks Hermione," Meredith said smiling and then smirked. "And about Fred."

Hermione shook her head and powered on as if she'd never spoken the last part.

"Incidentally I was also talking about earlier. I went into the girl's bathroom just before I came in here and there were about a dozen girls in there, including that Romilda Vane, who was trying to decide how to slip you a love potion." Hermione shook her head, and rolled her eyes. "At first I was a bit shocked, I've never actually thought a girl would give another girl a love potion, not that I'm against that or anything it's just that -" Meredith laughed.

"You're Muggle raised Mione, it's something we all go through. We're not used to it being tolerated so openly." Hermione nodded.

"Exactly, anyways I just want you to be careful."

"Promise," Meredith said. "Now about Fred -"



"Wow, we look -" Ginny trailed off and Meredith finished the sentence for her.

"Amazing, inspiring..." Meredith listed and Hermione finished in an almost questioning way.

"Sexy?" Ginny and Meredith both stared at the brunette, amazed how much she had come out of her shell lately. All three girls stood in the Prefect bathroom dressed for the ball.

Ginny wore the lavender dress robes from before with similar colored ballet flats and her bright red hair was curled in loose ringlets atop her head. Her makeup was a bit darker then Meredith's lightly made up face but slightly lighter then Hermione's, though compared to what they'd seen Lavender Brown walk out in it could be called light. They almost felt sorry for Ron who was Lavender's date.

Hermione as said had slightly darker make up, and wore the light blue full gown with it's slightly off the shoulder straps. On her feet she wore high heels which were silver and went with her dress beautifully. Her hair was tamed a bit and left loose down her back in slight waves.

Meredith wore the lightest make up of her friends, much preferring the natural look. Her long red hair was lengthened with a spell, something she thought she might keep and was now in just past waist length curls that were tight yet loose and springy. Half of it on the left side was pulled away from her face by a serpent clip she'd found in one of the shops in Hogsmeade and her dress was a beautiful cream/white and spring green and had a layered effect.

On the right side were spring green roses, acting almost like pins to separate the layers. Her shoes were also a similar green color and high heeled pushing her up to 5'6 for the night instead of her short 5'4 – or at least she always thought she was rather short.

"I didn't know you had it in you Hermione," Ginny said with a small smirk and Hermione chuckled.

"I can surprise you ever now and then."

"Well, we should get down there or we'll miss all the fun," Meredith said and hooked her arms with her friends elbows. With that the three friends left the bathroom and descended towards the great hall where Ginny and Hermione's dates waited.

"My lady," Zabini said as he bowed courteously and took the younger redheads hand. Meredith couldn't stop the ironic smile from gracing her face. Wasn't it Zabini who had said he'd never let the Blood Traitor touch him much less be seen with him in September? "Hello Granger, Meredith."

Hermione and Meredith nodded at the boy as he led Ginny into the hall and Meredith turned towards Hermione who was looking around in an almost frantic manner.

"Hermione, he'll be here," Meredith said. "Who is he anyway?" She raised an eyebrow in question of Hermione bit her lip and opened her mouth to speak when a tall red haired figure appeared in front of them.

"Ms. Granger, I hope I am not late," Fred said and Meredith's jaw dropped before she chuckled as Hermione blushed and gave her hand to the older boy. Though if she thought about it Hermione was only a year younger then Fred and George since she was born in 79' instead of 80' like the majority of her year mates.

"Meredith, lovely to see you again," Fred said as he looked up from where he'd kissed the back of Hermione's hand. Meredith nodded and watched as the two left for the Great Hall together and sighed, wishing she had Tom with her but she knew he wouldn't be able to make it since he was debriefing his chosen Death Eaters on tomorrows raid.

"You ready?" a familiar voice asked from behind her and she turned and smirked, handing her lace gloved hand to the blonde boy in the silver and dark green suit.

"Ready as ever dear Cousin," she replied and she and Draco entered the great hall together. She wasn't unaware of the poisonous glare Pansy Parkinson, the ex-betrothed of Draco, sent her way. Nor the other shocked glances at seeing the Gryffindor Princess and Slytherin Prince together. She actually thought she might have seen Snape choke on whatever he was drinking and Dumbledore's twinkle deem just a little.


"Severus, have you any news?" Albus asked just before the Costume ball. He was dressed as the muggle image of Merlin with crescent moon and stars on the royal blue robes. Severus was dressed as he always was, despite the best attempts to get the man to dress up he refused.

"The Dark Lord is planing a raid but I am not in the circle of people who know the location or time." Severus stared at the people gathering in the Great Hall slowly. "He hasn't trusted me much in a while now."

"I see," Albus said with a sigh. "And Meredith?"

"You've seen her for yourself Headmaster," Snape sneered and it deepened as the redhead entered with her friends. At first he didn't even realize it was her, her costume being as it was but he'd know those mismatched eyes, the eyes which caused him so much pain and that cursed red hair. He also recognized her costume choice as a villain from a muggle show or comic.

Poison Ivy, he wondered if it meant anything or if she just liked the character? He had to admit that like Lily, the green of the costume brought out her beauty, and showed a figure that many hadn't realized the girl-who-lived. Granger seemed to be dressed as Belle from Beauty and The Beast. Ms. Weasley was some sort of circus performer with a really short dress? He really wasn't too sure and he doubted she even knew.

"I haven't seen the cat sense her capture but I suppose that could be because it's not wondering around close by. Her closeness with Draco worries me though." Albus nodded.

"Yes, it was quite a shock. She showed some concern for him in our last lesson, her cousin I think she refereed to him as. It surprised me to see she was here with him last night. Ms. Grangers choice of date as well as Ms. Weasley's caught me off guard I must admit," Albus admitted and Severus sneered.

"Yes, they were quite unexpected." Severus pulled a paper out of his robes and handed it to Albus who hadn't been to breakfast for the morning paper. Albus unrolled the paper and raised an eyebrow at the headline; GIRL-WHO-LIVED IN LOVE? WHO IS MYSTERIOUS SUITOR?

"There is also that. I've never seen the man before, but he looks familiar," Severus said.

"I see," Albus said gravely, he too thought the man looked familiar, it was the way he held himself in the picture and his eyes. Not the color, but in the way they glared. He did resemble someone though and it was only the sparkle of the locket around Meredith's neck that sparked his memory. Tom, the man in the photo with Meredith reminded him of Tom, but it couldn't be.

A relation maybe, Tom was after all old enough to have children or even grandchildren but wouldn't he had heard of such an event? If it was Tom he'd have had to have a very powerful glamor charm to pull this off, but that left the question – Did Meredith know who she was with? Was it even Tom?

"We'll have to keep an eye on her, closer the before," Albus said with a sigh. "I fear the worst my boy, I truly do."

The ball continued on and it wasn't until an hour latter Snape noticed Meredith slipped out of the Great Hall and then he felt his mark burn.

"I apologize, but I must go," Severus muttered as he leaned over to address Albus who took one look at his arm and nodded.


"Ah, and my guest of honor has arrived," Voldemort's smooth dark voice said as Snape Apparated onto Privet Drive.

Meredith stood by his side in a dark cloak, her hood pulled up. If you looked though you could see the green costume underneath, a costume that she had taken pride in, especially since Tom had reacted so nicely to seeing her in it. 'His little Redbird had poison' he'd said as he'd greeted her with a kiss. The Death Eaters had all reacted with shock at seeing the Girl-Who-Lived with their Lord like that. Bellatrix LeStrange had nearly hissed herself horse in her jealousy and anger. One Crucio from her Lord had put a stop to it though, much to her amusement.

She had wondered why he wanted Snape there but she wasn't going to complain, either he'd die or keep the secret, either way she didn't care.

"My Lord," Snape said as he knelled, taking into account the feminine figure beside the Dark Lord. Much to close to be another Death Eater. "You have called."

"Obviously," Meredith muttered with a sigh and turned to stare at the house which had brought her so much pain and hatred. Inside her family slept, and soon they'd awaken to reap that which they sowed.

"Do you know where we are Severuss?" Voldemort hissed motioning him to rise and he did so, looking around as he did. His eyes widened comically under his mask and he nodded.

"This is Privet Drive my Lord, where Potter lives during the Summer," he replied, knowing it didn't matter anymore. Potter wasn't here after all. Voldemort chuckled darkly and to Severus' surprise wrapped an arm around the mysterious cloaked woman petite waist.

"That it is, now let us begin," Voldemort said and walked forward, leaving the woman behind him. He raised his arms, snake like as they were – having shed his mortal face not long before Severus had arrived. After all it would scare the Muggles more, Meredith had said. Severus watched in wonder as the Dark Lord began to chant and his wand glowed and then a grid like shield appeared over the house.

It glowed, crackled and then as cliché as it may be, it popped. Like rice crispy or bubble, it just popped. The Death Eaters roared in laughter as the Dark Lord grinned and the mysterious woman giggled and slink her way to the Dark Lords side and wrapped herself in his arms, her head against his chest.

To his shock the Dark Lord allowed it.

"It was much weaker then I had given the Old man credit for," Voldemort said and motioned to Bellatrix and Parkinson.

"Bellatrix, Parkinson go and place silencing charms around the other houses. Avery, Dolohov a notice-me-not charm around this house and Severus, Lucius go and get Meredith's Halloween gifts," Voldemort instructed motioning them to their duties.

Severus blinked but did has the Dark Lord bid, he would be unable to save Potter's relatives it seemed, and part of him pitied the girl because she was about to loose the only living relatives left. Well, unless you count the countless Purebloods she was related to distantly, some closer then others.

"What is the meaning of this!" Vernon yelled as he struggled against Dolohov and Snape, Petunia and Dudley followed out clutching onto each other. All where in their night clothes.

"You," Petunia muttered her blue eyes wide in fear and knowing. Severus felt pity for her in that moment no matter how much he disliked Petunia Evans.

"Ah, I see you recognize me, Petunia is it?" Voldemort asked, his wand twirling in his left hand. Meredith had already drawn her new untraceable wand and was moving it in slightly in a mocking manner at the three muggles.

"Your the one who killed my sister and her husband." Voldemort nodded, scowling at the muggles in front of him.

"Yes, an unfortunate lose, I do regret having had to do that." Severus' eyebrow hit his hairline at this and he watched as the Dark Lord moved around the family in a predatory manner. "This, however, I will not regret. Crucio!" The spell shot out and hit Dudley head on.

Everyone who had returned from their duties watched in almost utter silence as the fat lard of Muggle screamed and squirmed gruesomely on thee ground. Petunia and Vernon both yelling and screaming their selves horse.

"Stop, stop this at once you freak!" Meredith's hand tightened around her wand and she glared at her Uncle, leveled her wand and spat the first curse that came to mind.

"Rumpus!" the sickly yellow curse shot out and hit Vernon on his right hand which was curled in front of him. There was a shattering sound and a scream as the fat Muggle man clutched at the grotesquely broken hand. Meredith chuckled, her eyes burning in pleasure at having gotten back at her Uncle at last.

"My, you have been reading haven't you my Little Redbird," Voldemort practically purred. "Now, watch closely."

"Ut Discerpo!" he hissed and the broken hand was severed a few inches above the wrist. Blood shot out of the stump almost like a horror movie yet this was real life, this wasn't some movie effect.

"Why, why are you doing this!" Petunia screamed.

"Why?" Meredith asked stepping forward. "You want to know why, Aunt Petunia!" She hissed this as she pulled her hood off and she heard the sharp intact of breath from behind her, from Snape. She didn't care though, not even when he muttered her name in his shock.

"You!" Vernon growled. "You freak, look what you've done! Should have drowned you when you were dumped on us you ungrateful abomination!"

"Victus Vereor!" she hissed and laughed when the bleeding man began to breath heavily and scream, clawing at his eyes.

"See Aunt Petunia, I have the power now. For every mean thing you ever said to me, for every slap, kick and beating I received. For all the food that was denied from me and all those birthdays you'd take time out of your day to belittle and give me dog food. For all those times you sat back and did nothing to help me, for my mother who I'm sure you belittled and ostracized because she was a freak," Meredith said her eyes glaring at her fearful Aunt and Cousin. "Now it's my turn to have the fun."

"You are a freak you little bitch, just like Lily. Your just like her, freakish and unnatural! Magic is a abomination, it's the reason for my parents death and it's the reason you were dumped on my caring family instead killed when you should have been, with you freakish parents!" Petunia yelled, turning away from her half dead husband and weeping son.

"Excorio," Voldemort hissed and smiled as it hit the horse faced woman and began to slowly peal back layers of her skin.

"Magic doesn't kill people, people kill people," Meredith told her screaming Aunt who was losing skin starting from her finger tips up. "Though Magic helps with the neatness."

She shrugged as she laughed, a laugh that would have sounded more appropriate coming from Bellatrix, the Black Blood they could assume. Severus could only watch in horror as The-Girl-Who-Lived, his last link to Lily, tortured her relatives. This went on for half and hour it seemed, crucio's were the most frequent spell used along with some darker magic, some of which came from Meredith much to his shock.

"I grow tired of you three," Voldemort spat as he looked at the bloody pulps of flesh in front of him. Petunia was little more then a raw red fleshy mess, missing over half the skin on her body her night dress was red from the blood. Her son was little better though at least he had his skin intact and her husband had succumbed to madness and seemed to be in a catatonic or coma like state.

"Redbird, would you like to do the honors?" Voldemort asked and Meredith grinned and pointed her wand first at Vernon. Severus could only watch in horror as it began to glow a familiar sick green.

"Avada Kadavra!" she snarled and the light hit the obese man head on, and it was over for him. Then Petunia and finally Dudley, and the last of the Dursley bloodline, other then Marge Dursley who would find herself dead by morning thanks to a small group of Death Eaters sent her way, were dead.

"Are you well?" Voldemort muttered low so that only Meredith would hear, and much to his surprise and slight fear as he knew how disorienting it was to commit your first murder, Meredith threw her arms around and him and crashed her lips to his uncaring of the form he was currently in.

Many of the Death Eaters groaned in disgust and or gasped in shock at this, while other like Bella hissed in jealousy. Severus had a hard time keeping his bile down. For several seconds, what seemed like forever the two seemed to want to devour the others faces, and were pressed so tightly together it was hard to tell it was two people. Then when they did Meredith laughed once and took a deep breath.

"I feel fine," she finally said and Voldemort nodded before turning to Severus who was still standing there and wondering when he'd be dismissed, or if he even would be.

"Severus, you look green," Voldemort said with some amusement. "Don't think of leaving Severus, we'll be having a long talk you, Meredith and I."

A/N: So who should Hermione end up with? Fred or Ron? Right now I'm leaning with Fred, though for Ron friends I was thinking of finding him a nice girl as well, someone other then Lavender, suggestion are welcome.