Hermione Granger; the Girl who Lived: Year 1
Summary: A/U, OOC; what if Harry Potter wasn't the chosen one?
The Girl who lived: Chapter 1
Two shadowy figures were standing outside of a small house that was destroyed, one was a woman, she wore dark green robes and a tall pointy hat she was standing beside a man who appeared to be wearing similar clothes, though his robes were a lavender color, his face old and worn, his long White hair spilled out of his long pointy lavender hat.
"Are the parents dead Albus" said the woman
"I'm afraid they are Minerva" he said in a grave voice
"What of the girl" the woman asked referring to the infant in the old man's arms
"She will stay at St. John's" he said gazing down at the subject of their conversation
The woman had a grave look on her face as she said "But Albus she can't, that place is terrible" she finished by saying "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named lived there"
The man nodded "I know Minerva, but right now that will be the safest place for her to stay"
"There must be another way" she said with desperation in her voice
"There's nothing more we can do, Minerva, her parents died tonight saving her, let us not put their memory in vane" said Albus with a sad twinkle in his eye
"Fine" the woman said defeated "will you at least let me see that she gets there safely"
He got a thoughtful look on his face "I was going to take her myself, but I need to inform the order"
"Then allow me" she said with a little hope in her voice
"Fine, you shall escort our young heroine there, but be at Number 12 Grimauld place directly after" there was a finality in his voice, that she couldn't disagree with, so she nodded as he handed her the small infant, that was sleeping in a clear blue blanket. She was adorable. She heard a pop and knew that Albus Dumbledore was gone. She looked down at the small infant of a mere one year old; she had curly brown hair and a pale very round face, then apparated herself.
St. Johns orphanage for witches and wizards had changed since she last saw it. For example it was no longer for witches or wizards anymore, but for squib females who were abandon by their magical families. So that's why he thought this place would be safe for her then. Minerva thought as she walked up to the front doors with the infant in her arms. She laid the girl down in front of the doors and took out a parchment and a book and laid them beside the girl before knocking on the wooden doors of the orphanage.
"Be safe Hermione Granger" she said before apparating with a silent pop.
A woman that looked to be in her mid 40's opened the door and looked out to see no one there, she heard a gurgling noise and looked down to see an infant in the small basket with a book and a note next to her. She picked up the note and read it silently and the carried the book and the infant inside.
In the heart of the wizarding world, witches and wizards were at pubs muttering their thanks to "Hermione Granger, the girl who lived
9 and ½ years later
"GRANGER!!!!" A loud voice bellowed. "GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!!!!!!!!"
10 year old Hermione Granger huffed and rolled her eyes, she was currently laying down on her pathetic excuse for a bed. It was a cot, but to Hermione it felt like a strong piece of card board, covered in old blankets.
Hermione Granger wasn't your average ten year old girl, she was fairly skinny, she had bushy brown hair, two bucked teeth and unusually paled skin. Not to mention she was a witch, but no one here knew that, or they didn't care to mention it.
She was an exceptionally fast learner so she excelled in her classes whenever she was at school with her room mates as they were called. They all despised her, but she didn't care, she learned at an early age not to let what other people think of you define who you are, so she didn't.
She didn't have any friends here, not even the owner of the orphanage seemed to fancy her, therefore she was always stuck doing the left over chores of one of the other girls. The other girls not only despised her for her intelligence, but also for her beauty, though she was only a mere 10 years old, she was radiant in beauty and any one could see that when she was older, she would be a gorgeous woman.
"GRANGER, GET YOUR BLOODY ARSE DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT"
She groaned and threw her covers off of her; she walked down the steps calmly in her pajamas. She soon came face to face with her den mother
"Yes Madam Genevieve" She asked in the most polite tone she could muster
Madam Genevieve was not only her den mother but the owner of the orphanage as well. And a bloody scare to wake up to in the morning if you ask Hermione. She was a French woman with an English accent in her 50's and tried to make herself look young again through extensive amounts of plastic surgery, she had blonde hair and a long pointy face, that was nipped and tucked time and time again. To Hermione she looked like a bad science experiment gone terribly wrong.
"Didn't I ask you to scrub that kitchen sink and the floors last night young lady" Madam Genevieve asked with a fake sickly sweet voice
"Yes maim and I did scrub them" Hermione answered back her voice just as fake
"WELL THEY'RE NOT CLEAN ENOUGH"
Hermione grimaced as some of Madam Genevieve's spit found its way to her cheek. She wiped it off and stared the older lady in the face
"Clean these bloody floors and that damn sink or you will have no meals today" she said with her voice dangerously low. Hermione could hear some of the older girls snickering at her from the hall way. She rolled her eyes.
"Yes maim" she spit out, before she set herself to work.
In all honesty Hermione liked these quiet times to herself, when she would clean or just be reading books she stole from the other girls, because she wasn't allowed to read. "To smart for your own good" Madam Genevieve told her. Hermione rolled her eyes at the thought. To Hermione you could never be too smart, not smart enough maybe, but never too smart. Because of her cleverness though, Hermione had managed to knick a very interesting book from her oh so sweet den mother. It was called Hogwarts: A History. It was a very interesting book on a school made for witches and wizards to enhance their knowledge on magic and help them to become successful in the wizarding community.
Of course she didn't believe in those things until she found a page on herself in that book entitled: Hermione Granger: The Girl Who Lived. She read up on it and found out that she indeed was the Hermione Granger this mysterious book was talking about. She couldn't for the life of her figure out why, so she read and read some more, until she found out that she defeated an evil wizard by the name of Voldermort at the mere age of one.
She also found out that her parents died trying to save her from an attack, being non-magical as they were, she could imagine that they couldn't have been much of a threat. But many wizards believed Voldermort not to be gone for good, and it was all because of a scar. In the book though the placement of her scar was wrong and so was it's description. That left some questioning in her mind. Her scar was not lightening bolt shaped, but in the shape of a half moon and it was not on her forehead but on her forearm right where her wrist and her hand connect.
She hadn't even noticed the scar until she read this book, at the end of the article on her it said that she fled the wizarding world and was now living with muggle relatives. "Well we know that's not true" She thought. One day when she finished reading up on herself she flipped a few pages until something intrigued her.
"Rowena Ravenclaw" she said out loud. The two of them were very alike they both fancied their education and were both teased for it. Rowena was one of the founders of the school Hogwarts along with the other four founders Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff and Salazar Slytherin. She had a knack for charms, ancient runes, legilimency and wandless magic.
So Hermione looked around her den mothers office when it was time for lights out and found books on all the subjects and had been studying them for about two years. She had completely mastered each, though she was still a little foggy with the ancient runes, if she ever did get to attend Hogwarts though she would never be able to show her true powers.
"GRANGER, GET BACK TO SCRUBBING"
Hermione was shaken out of her trance and went back to scrubbing.
"Insolent little brat" She heard her den mother muttering.
She sighed; as she scrubbed she wondered if she would ever get out of this Hell Whole. Little did she know, her time here was coming to an end.
(A/N: so there you have it the first chapter of the series, I hope you all like it R&R, next chapter should be up very soon)