Chosen One

Hermione is walking a dangerous path. She's caught between the light and the dark and all she knows is what she has. She is devastated to learn the truth about the man she once called friend and the terrible truth that would litterally tear her soul apart.

"So," she said expectantly. "What am I going to have to do to you before you tell me what it is I want to know?" "I will never tell you," the man behind the mask spat. "What bothers you more, Lucius?" Hermione asked. "That I have captured you or that I am a Mudblood?"

Overcome with a fit of rage and grief, Hermione punched the mirror, causing it to fracture in a spider web pattern. She pulled her hand away to find that the glass had cut her and she didn't care. She turned and walked out of the house before she turned her wand to it. "Incendio," she whispered, and watched her childhood home go up in flames.

“She’s either mental or she’s right,” Ron said softly as he stared after Hermione, even though she’d long since left the house. “I can’t see how she would be lying,” Ginny said softly. “She said she gave Lucius Veritaserum. I don’t personally know of any way to lie under that.” “There are plenty of ways to lie, if given the chance,” Mr. Weasley said softly. “And where does she keep running off to?” Ron demanded. “Why doesn’t she trust us enough to stay here?” “Why are her eyes black?” Ginny asked softly. It was the question each of them were dying to know the answer to but none of them would dare ask Hermione.