September 1990
Hermione Granger was a smart girl, her teachers awarded her extra points on all of her tests, and her mother had once told her, that one day she would attend an excellent university. Indeed, the girl with those unruly curls, that seemed to have a life on their own was quite proud of herself.
On this particularly sunny morning, Hermione had celebrated her eleventh birthday and what a grand celebration it had been. Her parents had surprised Hermione with a trip to the planetarium she could never visit on her own because it was so far away from their house. After that, they had bought a few new books together and a big backpack to carry them all in. Hermione thought it was the prettiest bag she had ever seen in her life.
"Hermione, love – could you come down for a second?" Hermione looked up from the new book she was reading, marking the page she was currently on before walking downstairs to where her mother was waiting.
"What is it, mum?" She asked when she spotted Mrs Granger sitting next to Hermione's father in the living room, the two of them looking quite distracted by something laying on the table in front of them.
"Sit down love, your father, and I have to tell you something." Her mother began, and Hermione eagerly sat down in the comfortable seat across from the pair.
"This letter here has just arrived." Her mother handed Hermione a very fancy looking envelope with a red wax seal on the back.
"It's for you. No matter what you make of all of this we'll always support you, love." Her father spoke up, his serious voice causing Hermione to look up. Her mother gestured for her to open the mysterious letter and the young girl proceeded to carefully break the seal, curious to see what her parents were so worried about.
"We received a similar letter yesterday, this is a very serious matter, my love." Anxious about its content, Hermione pulled the letter from the fancy envelope and read it over.
"Dear Miss Black, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" She read out loud, frowning at the unfamiliar name.
"Who's this Miss Black they're talking about?" She asked, confusion written all over her face. Her mother took a deep breath, her pale hands tightly wrapped around her husband's own.
"You are, love." She felt as if someone had ripped their old rug from under her chair and swallowed her whole. Hermione Granger was a smart girl; she knew what her mother was telling her.
"I'm…adopted?" she asked, tears threatening to fall from her amber eyes that looked so different from her parent's own pale ones.
"We wanted to tell you when you were a little older but now with you receiving that letter…" Her father began, but Hermione interrupted him,
"So you're not my real parents?"
"No, but you're still our daughter dear, and nothing will ever change that fact." Mrs Granger said while leaning forward and pulling her little girl into a tight embrace. Hermione immediately returned the hug, recognising that her parents were telling the truth. They loved her, and that was enough for her.
"I know Mum, I love you too. Both of you." She murmured, still refusing to let her Mother get up again. Hermione Granger was a determined child. She would make sure to learn as much about this Hogwarts School as she could and make her parents proud by becoming the brightest student the school has ever had…
On the other side of London, the furious screeching of one Madame Black could be heard through the entire house. Her greying hair threatening to spill from her carefully arranged hairdo, the woman traced her spindly fingers over the new name below the burned spot where the face of her oldest son had once been.
"Kreacher, summon my father-in-law immediately!" She hissed at the cowering elf trailing behind her, the creature deeply bowing to his Mistress once, before vanishing with the snap of his finger. Walburga Black felt anger overwhelming every other clear thought in her mind, the name of her supposed granddaughter burning itself into the back of her head.
"How dare that filthy, muggle-loving traitor-" She started, her breath hitching when her eyes wandered over to the portrait of her younger son.
"Why couldn't she have been yours, how is this worthless boy still bringing shame to our noble house after so many years?" Still deep in thought, the seething woman nearly missed the expectant cough from the elderly wizard leaning on his intricately carved staff at the entrance of the room.
"What did your elf summon me for Walburga, I don't have all day." His pale eyes wandered over the dishevelled form of the upset woman, taking in her tangled hair and scarlet cheeks. It was rare to see a lady of her standing in such an exceptionally state of disarray.
"Arcturus; come and see for yourself what that useless son of mine has done now." She pointed at the spot below Sirius Black's name and his interest piqued the older Black stepped forward.
"How come she's just appeared now?" He asked once he had spotted the new addition to their family tree.
"That's your first question?" Mrs Black asked incredulously, but Arcturus Black just tutted at the angry woman, not appreciating the tone she was using while addressing the head of the family. She immediately pulled herself back together, drawing her wand and fixing her hair before turning back to the older wizard. Even though her father-in-law was well into his nineties the man did not look a day over sixty-five, his dark hair neatly pulled back by a velvet bow and his face free from the usual marks of time except for the deep creases around his eyes and mouth.
"They must have hidden her trace. The ministry recently registered every magical child heading for Hogwarts this year." Mrs Black spoke, sounding rather calm and collected now. Mr Black Sr. nodded, trying to recall where he had heard the girl's mother's name again.
"Wasn't her mother's family killed during one of the raids?" Walburga Black asked, unknowingly answering the older Black's question.
"Indeed, I remember reading about the McKinnon's in the papers." He said thoughtfully, his eyes wandering over the name of his great-granddaughter. Mrs Black crossed her arms at his words and pursed her lips before speaking up again.
"Not a mudblood at least. I couldn't bear the thought of any more filth tainting the name of our great house." Mr Black nodded in agreement, stepping away from the wall and heading towards the fireplace on the other side of the room.
"The McKinnon's weren't part of the sacred twenty-eight, but it's better than nothing I suppose." The wizard stated, clearly not impressed with his grandson's choice for the mother of his granddaughter. Walburga followed the man to the other end of the room, curious about what he was planning now.
"What are we going to do? She belongs here, who would dare to hide a Black?" She asked, feeling anger once again welling up in her chest. Her father-in-law turned around, his pale eyes locking with her amber ones.
"We'll bring her back of course." And with that, he threw some floo powder into the fireplace and stepped into the green flames.
"Ministry of Magic." He spoke clearly, before vanishing and Mrs Black eagerly followed the man, ready to wreak havoc on whoever dared to oppose the noble and ancient house of Black, even going so far as hiding the daughter of its previous heir...
"No! Get away from me! Mum, Dad, please wake up." A young girl's frightened voice echoed through the dark house. Scarcely clad in one of her old pyjamas Hermione Granger struggled to get out of the older man's grip while she helplessly watched the hissing woman point a thin stick at her parent's immobile forms. Her father's mouth was opened wide as if he was calling after his sobbing daughter.
"Stop struggling girl, all will be explained once we get home, Walburga come!" The scary man grumbled, his hand on her wrist tightening after he felt her pulling her legs back to escape his bruising grip.
"The audacity of that man. Filthy, disgusting Muggles!" The woman in the dark robes screeched, the pointy thing in her right hand still glowing dangerously in the darkness. Hermione craned her neck to see what the woman was doing to her parents but her other captor suddenly pulled her closer to him, and before she could protest, the world around her grew blurry. She felt as if her insides were being turned upside down and forcefully shut her eyes, hoping to get rid of the nauseous feeling in her stomach. When Hermione opened them again, she found herself standing in the dimly lit corridor of an old house, her hands tightly grabbing the older man's burgundy robes. Hastily pulling away from her captor, she nearly stumbled over her own feet as he unexpectedly let go of her as well.
"Where am I?" She asked, cold fear settling in her weary bones.
"You will only speak when spoken to understand? Kreacher, serve us tea in the green room." The man spoke calmly, and Hermione felt as if she could not breathe. How could her life get so out of control in a few hours? Just before Dinner, she had been told that her parents had adopted her and now she was being held captive at the house of some old, scary man.
"My precious granddaughter, living with filthy muggles, fate is truly a cruel Mistress." The strange woman suddenly spoke up behind her and Hermione felt her heart skip a beat. Slowly she turned around to look up at the woman who had just called Hermione her granddaughter. No, her life was not going well at all…
Found this half-finished story in one of my old folders…I'll update as often as I can…check out my other story – The place we call home
This story is going to be quite dark and unhappy in the beginning. Walburga wasn't known for her nurturing and loving nature towards her own children so I don't believe for a second that she'd do a 180 with Hermione. The only Blacks from the previous Generations still alive are Walburga and Arcturus...To answer one readers comment: Canon Books characters like Sirius & Andromeda are still alive and kicking as well of course xoxo