I sat on the bay window of my new room at Malfoy Manor. I had lived there most of the summer and was now considered a honorary Malfoy. Miss goody-two-shoes and the know-it-all of the Golden Trio was different. For one, I was no longer a goody-two-shoe. In fact, she was quite the opposite, about receive the Dark Mark. It all started when I arrived home after my sixth year at Hogwarts. I looked out into the stormy night as I remembered the night my parents sat me down.

Flashback

"Hermione, can you come into the dining room." Mr. Ganger yelled up the stairs then walked to the dining room.

"Coming." I skipped down the stairs and joined my parents. Seeing their serious faces, I quickly sat down, "What's up?"

Mrs. Granger smiled at her daughter, "Your father and I have something to tell you." She looked at her husband indicating that he should continue.

"Your mother and I are pureblood wizards Hermione. We had to hide it from you because we were on a mission for the Order." He said plainly, "However, we can't stand not telling you the truth any longer."

Before I could respond, our front door was blasted in and my parents whipped out their wands. Fighting back the wizard my parents told me to run. However, I had different ideas. Grabbing my own wand, I began to fight with my parents only to discover that they were fight aurours. I watched in horror as my parents were killed, having been hit by the Avada Kedavara. Before they could hit the ground, I apparated away.

End of Flashback

A tear rolled down my cheek as the day flashed before my mind. Somehow, I had run into Draco. After explaining what had happened, they gladly took me in as their own. It was later found out that Order members believed my parents were spies and were disposed of promptly with out trial. I think that is what officially drove me to the dark side. Wiping my face, I got up and went to the bathroom to ready for dinner. Hearing a knock on the door, I quickly washed up and opened the door to find my savoir standing in the doorway.

"'Mione you been crying again." Draco said, "You need to stop dwelling on the past. Today is a joyous occasion."

I smirked, one worthy of a Malfoy. Joyous indeed, tonight after dinner both Draco and I were to become the youngest Death Eaters and receive our Dark Marks. "Your right, the Dark Lord will not be pleased with me reminiscing with the past." I kissed his cheek in a sisterly brotherly way, "Are you escorting me to dinner?"

"Of course." Draco nodded and held out his arm.

"Then let's meet our destiny." I hooked my arm in his and headed off for dinner.

Arriving at the dinner table, we were meet with none other than the Dark Lord himself. Bowing low, I paid my respects and seen Draco doing the same in the corner of my eye. "My Lord. It is a pleasure to have you join us tonight."

"Rise my servants." Voldermort responded, "Let us have our dinner then proceed with your initiation." He went and sat down at the head of the table.

I stood up and joined him, sitting on his right as Draco sat on his left. They had done this many times over the summer and were quite accustomed to the way these dinners worked. While they ate, the Dark Lord spoke up, "I have many plans for you two. After initiation tonight, you may have your first mission as soon as tomorrow."

Both Draco and I responded in unison, "Of course my Lord." We ate the last of our dinner in silence. When the dishes were cleared, Voldermort rose and beckoned us to follow him into the den. Once we were kneeled in front of him, he pulled out his wand. "Now you two will become the youngest of my followers. Hermione, expose your arm."

I did as I was told and held it out for him. He gripped my wrist tightly and said an incantation. My skin felt like it was on fire and my bones were being broken over and over again. Despite the pain, I didn't mutter a sound. When he let go of my arm, I wanted to collapse, but held my spot and watched Draco receive his.

"Welcome new Death Eaters. Welcome to your future." Voldermort said when they were finished.