The Dark Lady (Blamione)

Hermione's First Meeting

Hermione stood in front of her floor length mirror as she tried to compose herself and steady her nerves. She was about to attend her first Death Eater meeting and she was both excited and nervous at the same time. She'd always hoped that she'd get to attend meetings when her father regained his power, but she'd never expected the opportunity to come when she was still only fifteen.

Hermione had been totally blown away when her parents had approached her with the idea of attending meetings at her father's side the night she returned home from school. Hermione hadn't expected the offer so early, and she certainly hadn't expected to be allowed to attend the meetings as his daughter. Hermione had thought that when she was allowed to attend meetings it would be in a capacity like her mother. Hermione's mother was a high ranking Death Eater in her own right and she attended the meetings without anyone knowing of her relationship with Voldemort.

Taking a deep breath Hermione steadied her nerves and checked she was ready. She was wearing a long, deep red cloak with a concealment charm woven into the material. Once she had the hood of the cloak up, her face would be hidden from view and if by any chance someone managed to glimpse her face they wouldn't see what she really looked like. Her hand would be the only part of her visible so in honour of her dark heritage Hermione had painted her nails black and slipped on a ring that was shaped like her father's dark mark.

Satisfied she was ready, Hermione stored her wand inside her cloak and headed down to her father's study. Her mother had gone ahead to attend the meeting like any other Death Eater, so there was only Voldemort waiting for her when she entered the room.

"Are you ready, princess?" Voldemort asked.

Hermione pushed her nerves aside as she nodded at her father. "I'm ready."

"Good." Voldemort nodded. He knew Hermione had to be nervous about the night's events, but she hid it very well and he was very proud of her. "Let's go."

The floo network in Voldemort's study was set up and Voldemort handed Hermione a pot containing floo powder. Grabbing a handful of powder Hermione stepped into the fire and disappeared into the emerald flames. When she emerged from the fire at the other end of the journey she found herself in what she presumed to be Nagozi's study.

Nagozi had been waiting beside the fire for Hermione's arrival and he immediately helped the young witch into the room. As he brushed off the soot on her robes, he gave her a friendly welcome to his family home. Seconds later Voldemort emerged from the fire and the two wizards shook hands.

"Is everyone here?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, we're using the large dining room." Nagozi replied.

Voldemort nodded at Nagozi, before turning to his daughter. "Are you ready?"

Hermione nodded before raising the hood on her cloak. The hood fell completely over her head and Hermione literally had to move her whole head to see the surrounding area. After Voldemort had checked the cloak sufficiently hid Hermione's identity, he gestured for Nagozi to lead the way to the meeting.

Hermione walked next to her father as Nagozi led them through the marble corridors of his family home. As they walked along Hermione wished she could get a better look at her surroundings. For years she'd heard Blaise Zabini bragging about his massive Manor house and how luxurious it was and she was keen to know if the Italian Slytherin had been exaggerating. From the small bits she could see she thought, rather surprisingly, that it appeared as though he was actually being modest about his house and it was much larger and luxurious then even he boasted.

When Nagozi stopped outside a pair of ornate double doors, Voldemort gave Hermione a moment to collect herself before giving permission for Nagozi to enter the room. Nagozi pushed open the doors and stepped aside to allow Voldemort and Hermione entry to the room. As they entered the room Hermione noticed that all the Death Eaters bowed their heads in respect for her father.