Outskirts of the Forbidden Forest: September 19th, 1979
"Her name will be Shafiq. Lara Hermione Shafiq." A tall, young man – about 15 years old – growls, the dark of the night surrounding him. His eyes staring at a small box.
A small creature hobbles into the glowing light surrounding the tiny box. "Master Kendrew, are you sure you wants to name the child, to claims it as your own? With the Dark Lord rising, it would be dangerous to sends Masters child out with outs protection, even more, dangerous with Masters name." The poor creature wrung its hands, it's big eyes switching to a different object, never looking at one thing for more than a few seconds. "Youse father has already shown his disapproval of your actions, are you sure you wants your prodigy to live in fear of him as well?"
"She won't be unprotected Bople, you'll protect her." The Kendrew's eyes saddened, thinking of persons lost.
"Master! Bople can't leave Master, Master needs Bople!" As the little elf argued, the baby started to cry.
"Bople, I order you to care for my child, through better or worse. You won't let her know you are there. Her name, if it pleases you more, will be Lara Hermione Granger, and will be raised with her Coraline's family." The newborn's cry now rang through the dark night.
Kendrew looked down at the tiny baby, it weighed little more than 7 pounds, a sense of longing shone through as he looked at his child.
"Master, you want to raise the child, or be nears it, that much is true, if you long to be her father, why do you determine she would be better with outs you? Master can protect her. Bople knows the strength of a parent, Master is strong."
Kendrew stood up straight. "I can't protect her against The Dark Lord, he will find a way to hurt my family again. I can't let that happen, so she will be raised with Coraline's family and that is my final order!" His voice rang through the night, so loud and powerful, the wolves howled to the sound.
"Yes, Master Kendrew, youse order will be followed. She will be raised with Miss Coraline's family and I will protect her, hidden until Bople feels it's time. She will not know of you until Bople knows she be ready." Bople quickly snatched up the crying baby and disappeared with a crack.
A call echoed from the forest to the left, and Kendrew answered. He ran into the forest and joined his pack, ready to run rampant throughout the night.
Miles away, a baby boy giggles at the sight of his dad's 'pucker-face', not aware that soon, he himself would lose his parents as well.
Hogwarts Train Station: September 1st, 1991
Hermione's heart misses a beat in excitement. This can't be happening, can it?
"Firs' years over here!" A gruff voice calls. No, this isn't happening.
She pinches her arm, immediately hissing at the pain. She rubs the sore spot the pinch caused on her arm, it's going to leave a bruise.
"I know, I can barely believe it either!" A boy with an Irish accent and red hair shouts, to the dark-skinned boy to his left, clearly in awe of what was before them. "We're at Hogwarts!"