Forever more my Lioness

"My dear little Gryffindor, I have a deal for you that you would be hard-pressed to refuse. I will spare Mr. Potter, if you would merely cooperate with me. I'll even forego killing your other little pals so long as they do not attack me first. I would like to offer you a partnership of sorts... There's a better word for it... I know it, its at the tip of my tongue!" Voldemort stroked the sides of his pail chin. "Ah, yes! A proposal! Hermione Jean Granger, in exchange for your friends life, I would like your hand in marriage."

When Voldemort uncovers a prophecy promising the immortality he craves he's eager to put it into action. But as all prophecies go, there's a catch. Voldemort must join houses with a member of another great Serpent line. The Sayre's. It's revealed that the only living Sayre is in fact, Hermione Granger sired from a line of squibs who were disowned from the Sayre house. Voldemort can't help him self from salivating at the idea of robbing Harry of his best friend and using her as a conduit to immortality.