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Summary: Hermione/Harry; Hermione is beginning year 6 and has never met Harry or Ron. Sure, she's had them in her classes for 5 years, but she never talked with them. Also, she has a strange past and even stranger new abilities, that make her the most sought out witch in the magical world. Read and find out how! PG 13 just in case.
A/N: This is my first story so don't kill me if it isn't the best thing you've ever read please.
Prologue:
A man with a petite body and nice round glasses ran a sweaty palm through his thinning light brown hair, nervous as hell and frightened to the bone at the arrival of the little girl. His girlfriend was anxious, sitting in the kitchen of the house, and he could tell by the way she was biting her nails and twirling her hair. He smiled an awkward smile at her that she didn't return, forcing him to turn round to watch for the arrival of the child once more.
Jackie had set up a meeting with some people from another country, offering a child for a sum of money that Jackie had saved. He himself had never thought they would have a child this way, but by the way Jackie had put it before, if not this way, no way. Will had thought that a low blow, but he loved Jackie, and he knew part of her loved him too. True, mostly she disliked him. Hell, she basically hated him for all he knew, but he was the only one who could afford to get the child. She needed the child, she told him over and over. Will had meant to ask her why? Why did she need the child so badly? But the thought of her anger was terrifying, and he was too well acquainted with it.
Maybe a child with them would fix the relationship, Will thought. Maybe, a child could be what was missing. Yes, this transaction was good. Transaction. What a word to use for this. He was practically buying the child. No, no he wouldn't think of it that way. He was adopting it. Yes, adopting the poor thing because her parents had died of something or another. It then hit him he had no true experience with children. How was he going to take care of her? He was already taking care of Jackie, and he couldn't take care of a child too! He stood out again, eyes peeled for any sign of life other than his and Jackie.
Jackie stared out the window, eyeing the shrinking dork with suspicion. He wasn't backing out was he? He couldn't. All he had to do was give the money to the social worker, and then the little girl was free to go. She was free to come home with Jackie, so she could finally have a child of her own. So she could teach her the magic she knew the child had. Jackie would find some way to get rid of Will. Tell him the relationship wasn't working. That she needed space. She could move away even. Moving to Carolina was her dream when she was younger, maybe she could buy a home and move there. Yes, then just before the young one was 10 she'd move back to Britain, so she could attend school. She began to remember what the little girl looked like. Long, streaming brown hair, with honey colored eyes. Yes, that sounded lovely to Jackie. Jackie then began to feel anxious again, twirling her hair in between her fingers and biting her opposite hand's nails. Uncle Albus promised he'd bring her, after explaining her situation. He told her that the little girl's parents were dead, killed by the mass murders everyone knew and feared. He wouldn't lie about something so important, would he? Jackie watched as Will turned around again, watching down the road again.
"Well?" a voice snapped loudly, scaring the life out of the aging man. He had not heard any footsteps, so the apparition of the other body was quite a shock for him to take. He regained his composer and said in a shaky voice, "Is this the girl?"
"Yes, and she's quite afraid of strangers, so be polite," He turned to the child and pushed her lightly forward. "Here." He set gently two tiny backpacks over beside her fragile body, making the girl recoil with fear. Will looked back at Jackie and saw the fear consuming her. "Now," the man continued, with a very lawful air about him, "I need the guardian to sign here, saying you take full responsibility for the child. Elise – Please, don't chew your nails. That makes them unattractive." Elise looked up in time to see a brief smile and wink towards her before the old man became serious once more. The social worker didn't really look like one at all. He was old and worn looking, with a long crooked nose and half moon glasses, in front of bright, loving blue eyes. He handed the papers to Will, who took them into his sweaty palms nervously, glancing back at Jackie once more to see her grinning at the little girl. The little girl, Will noticed as he turned back round to read the papers, was watching the house with in depth interest.
Elise watched the house and understood more than the aging man thought. The "social worker" had explained everything to her. Everything was going to work out, he promised. He'd get Elise everything she needed. A good mother, a witch that could teach her everything she needed to know, a good home. Her parents would be happy to know she was going to a good woman, a cousin or sister of her mother's. Jacqueline Granger. 'Mommy won't be able to tuck me in anymore. She won't be able to tell me goodnight. Daddy can't read to me about brave quidditch players and how one faced a dragon.' A tear escaped her eyes once more, and Elise suddenly crumbled down onto the concrete, a flashback breaking into her mind.
She was staring up at a face with fear anger as she kept glancing at the lifeless bodies that were once her parents. "MOMMY! DADDY!" she screamed. A face with red slits for eyes and pale as pasty skin bent down to stroke her face when she reached up and bent the bones that were supposed to be fingers backwards.
"Stupid child!" the voice erupted. He grabbed the hair gathered at the nape of her neck and lifted her off of the floor of the train. She squealed again; insanely aware that this man was bad news. Out came something from one of the folds of his cloak, a large stick of some sort. Before she could react, a huge flash of light blinded her, and the next thing she knew, she was lying in a bed with the warmest sheets she'd ever felt.
A voice was calling her name, telling her everything was fine. She then saw a pair of eyes that were bring green, glowing with worry.
"Elise? Elise, girl, are you alright?" The Mr. Will called to her. "What's wrong with her?"
The old man's spectacles slid down his long crooked nose, twinkling in what light was left of the day. "She's fine. She suffered a traumatic accident only a year ago, and she has flash backs every now and then. Trust me. Call me Albus, by the way."
Elise looked up at him to see him smiling at her. "Elise, dear. Please sit up. The nice lady is coming to get you and take you home. I need to stay and talk with Mr. William for a while." Elise nodded innocently. She stood herself up, smiled briefly at Uncle Albus, and began to make her way to the white house with pale blue shutters, but turned around and ran back and gave Uncle Albus a hug around his legs. He hugged her back and set her on her way again.
As Elise entered the house, a beautiful woman with long golden brown locks of hair stood up gracefully, smiling from ear to ear. "Hi, sweetie. I'm Jackie. Do you want to tell me your name?"
Elise adjusted her footing and gave a sweet look out of her honey colored eyes, remembering what she and Uncle Albus had gone over. "I'm Hermione."
Hi! Sorry it's a little cut off. I'll come back to this entire confusing thing, I promise. It may take me a while to actually get the story up and running. Read and Review. If you don't like this story, give it 2 other chapters and then you can ditch the story, and if you still don't like it, then I'm really sorry about that. Thanks for reading! I'll add more as soon as I can!
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