"She always knew she was special. So, it didn't come as a surprise to her when a silver-haired man dressed in atrocious robes of bright fuschia showed up at her doorstep claiming that she was a witch." What if instead of Hermione, another muggle born came to Hogwarts - a girl whose magic and ambition was equal to that of Voldemort's. I own nothing - HP belongs to JK Rowling.

It took her exactly eighty-nine days, three full moons, to swallow her Merlin-damned pride and realize that she simply can't go on like this. She needed help. Badly.