Pure As A Lamb

By 1997, the war is no longer fought with wands — it’s fought with blood sigils, bone magic, and sacrificial rites. Hermione Granger is no longer the clever, bookish girl from Gryffindor. She is the Order’s secret weapon, trained in psychological warfare and ancient bloodcraft learned from the Restricted Section. Codenamed “Saint’ for her ability to make enemies confess, bleed, and worship her as they die—Hermione is deployed behind enemy lines, tasked with breaking Death Eaters from the inside out.But inside the crumbling corridors of shadowed manor houses and cursed libraries, she finds herself toeing the line between truth and illusion, self and strategy. Draco Malfoy, her reluctant mark, is not what the Order promised. Neither is the magic that binds them.(This is current WIP, just a little project I'm work on. styled in gothic tone with poetic prose, with a morally grey Hermione - Lots of love WigWam <3 )