I wanted to give you guys fair warning, this is my first FanFic and I'm not sure that anybody's going to like it. I am a relatively new fan of Harry Potter and I wanted to have a shot at this so please be nice if I get some details wrong I'd appreciate you informing me about anything that you think needs improvement or changed completely.

Timeline: Before, during and after the war with he-who-shall-not-be-named (1979-...)

Summary : I was wondering how much the world of Harry Potter and the wars outcome itself could be influenced by adding just one additional character, then I got around to creating a wholly new story not as good as the original but I like the romantic angle so, this story is about Hermione Granger, her love life, her family life, and how she became Lethal to anybody or anything that got between her and either of the aforementioned. (Hermione/Draco)

Rating: NC-17/M+

Characters: JK Rowlings fantastic creations and also my own additions along the way mainly Granger

This chapter will be mostly about setting the scene/ a snapshot of the sisters relationship, the next ones will be more "action filled" so I hope you don't give up on me just yet. Plus I'm aiming to update every Sunday.

September 19th 1979, Hermione Jean Granger is born to two Muggle dentists. She was technically their only child, but her father held a secret albeit not knowing about his first daughter himself. Hermione was 9 when her sibling was discovered or rather when her siblings mother discovered her father. Colleen Allaway had shown up at their door randomly one evening, Hermione returned home from school to hear a woman screaming madly from her kitchen. Mrs Allaway did ever had a way with words. Hermione had been cornered by her mother quickly after emerging from the hall to peek into the room curious as to what all the shouting was about. Her crying mum had ushered her upstairs and into her room, silent tears streaming down her cheeks, that was when the world changed about Hermione and it would never be the same. It didn't take long for the details to be worked out, it was strangely easy for Mrs Allaway to walk into her peaceful home unannounced and put pressure on her parents marriage, funds and sanity.

Where Hermione felt she was dull her sister was vibrant with honey, gold hair that permanently looked well kept rather than her own bushy, brown birds nest. Lyssa had eyes which were also brown but where Hermione's were muddy, dull and average, Lyssa's eyes were striking, doe but huge and flecked with green and autumns burnt orange, unique. Where Hermione was short, Lyssa was tall, where Hermione was pale, Lyssa was tanned and where Hermione was flat and boyish, Lyssa was curvy. Overall, Lyssa was beautiful in Hermione's opinion. And yet there was more, Hermione felt outmatched by her sister even in the classroom, yes Lyssa was quite a few years older but it didn't matter to her, hermione spent hours studying even then but Lyssa got top results and perfect marks regardless of her social life, which Hermione didn't have at all. Alyssa Allaway was flawless in Hermione's opinion, but of corse thats what all little sisters think about their role models.

In her older sister Hermione had finally found a friend, regardless of her bookish nature and she loved her for looking past that, she'd never had many friends. True, from the start Hermione had been relatively scared and apprehensive but they had soon gotten past that.

The day Hermione met Alyssa was just a month after Mrs Allaway's rude interruption of her simple life. Once more she had returned home to find a stranger in the kitchen, this one was quieter but her agitation was clear in her pretty features, she didn't want to be there. Hidden behind the wooden frame of the door Hermione waited a while to listen to the awkward conversation taking place. Two cold cups of tea sat forgotten on the table where her father sat rigid and stuttering, a young girl was at the opposite side of the room, facing the door where Hermione was hiding. She was leaning casually against the counter, as far away from her father as possible, feigning nonchalance in obvious discomfort and she still looked perfect in a simple pair of skinny jeans and a black vest, her black heeled boots angled precariously as she lounged back but it was clear that she was not going to fall, she was too controlled, her hair tousled artfully around her face of light makeup. Hermione was envious at that moment, she could never walk in those heels and her breasts would never look as good in that vest never mind her flat behind in those jeans and she was never good at her own makeup not that she felt it made much difference as she would still be ugly.

Hermione began to listen to her "I'm not going to apologise you know." She stated, glaring daggers at her father, silence followed so she continued. "Thats what you really want isn't it ? Me to apologise, make it all better and disappear ? It's not going to happen I have nowhere to go at the minute and you owe me at least that so stop trying to make this less awkward it's not going to happen lets just take it as it comes, carry on and as soon as possible i'll be out of your hair comprendes ?" Still dumbfounded her father took a while to reply, eventually he rubbed his eyes with the heal of his hands and cleared his throat.

"I don't want you to apologise, this was all my doing..." She interrupted

"All your doing ! I know that I wasn't exactly planned but you can have the decency to pretend that your mistake was ... Gods I don't know just don't try and make it better with words, for what it's worth i'm thankful that you made that mistake or else I wouldn't be here so lets just try and get on with it please. What i'm trying to say is don't try and make excuses whats done is done, que sera sera." Silence once again followed. "So... who's this then ?" She smiled changing the subject and turning towards Hermione." To this day Hermione still wonders how Lys always knows when someones there, she doesn't even have to look. The young Hermione broke out of her frozen daze after being caught in the act of eavesdropping and walked timidly into the kitchen.

Father then seemed to break out of his own trance. "Oh Hermione dear your home !" He seemed relieved to have an ally.

"Hi dad..." She smiled to her father, then looked to her sister who then stepped away from her counter top to bend a little and extend a hand.

"Well hello there hermione dear," she shot their father an indiscernible look, "I'm Alyssa, your half sister." She stated and smiled. Taking her hand slowly she shook it just once and found her voice.

"Good evening Alyssa, I'm Hermione." The older girls shaped brow rose slightly and her rouged lip curled at the corner, Hermione began to blush, she opened and shut her mouth not being able to find any words, thankful the elder spoke again.

"Well ... I think you kinda told me that already," She smiled fully and winked, "Just call me Lyssa kid, Lys if you feel like it." She ruffled Hermione's hair then, an action she despised but she was glad that her sister didn't seem to hate her, affection was good she decided, overanalysing as usual. Dad took that opportunity to interject.

"Why don't you show Lys..." He received a glare at the use of her pet name, "Alyssa, where she'll be sleeping Hermione ?" The two would be sharing, not ideal but if they got on well Hermione supposed she could live with it, after all she had expected a much different person who would hate her and make her uncomfortable in her own home, she was thankful that at least Alyssa seemed nice so she lead her upstairs in silence. It was Lyssa who started up the conversation again in their room.

"So... your just back from school then ?" She asked as Hermione set down her school bag.

"Yep ..."

"Where'd you go ?"

"St Mary's... down the road."

"Ah, you like it ?"

"Yeah, I like school." Gaining a little more confidence Hermione decided to expand "I can't wait to start high school though, I wanna be a dentist or a doctor, something useful like mum and dad." She smiled enthusiastically.

"You must be pretty smart then ?"

"Top of the class." She announced proudly, Lys laughed slightly, embarrassed Hermione changed the subject. "Where do you go ?"

"Erm... I went to... boarding school up in Scotland, recently finished actually" She had initially hesitated so Hermione didn't pry further, they had continued to talk about pretty irrelevant things until dinner which was full of awkward silences which Lyssa took it upon herself to fill as many as possible, she spoke mainly to Hermione and by the end of the first night the two were on good terms, by the time Lyssa had to work, Hermione was very sad to see her go especially due to the fact that she couldn't even take her to the station to bid her goodbye.

The next couple of years the sisters spent growing closer, Lyssa chose to stay with the Grangers more frequently over holidays and such rather than staying with friends, she couldn't get a place of her own, Hermione never asked her why she loved their time together, her relationship with their father didn't drastically improve but Lyssa and Mrs Granger had secured an amiable relationship mostly due to the fact that she was good for Hermione especially when she turned 11.

Hermione's Hogwarts acceptance letter came as a shock to everyone, especially Lyssa who seemed ecstatic and was eager to show her sister the incredible world that she now had access to, September 19th 1990 was an amazing day for Hermione, Lys explained the important details and the gaps were slowly filled in, Lyssa was a witch, Hermione was a witch, finally something that they could explore together. After constant begging from her birthday until October Hermione's parents agreed to allow the elder to take Hermione into the wizarding world for the first time. When the time finally came Hermione was terrified so Lyssa did what she did best to rest her nerves, be a royal pain in her ass, sarcastic bitch.

The morning of the girls trip Lyssa left Hermione to get ready and went downstairs to make herself coffee, upon returning she dramatically gasped, gripped her chest and began to hyperventilate, the dramatic production made her hermione break into a fit of giggles, nerves receding knowing that Lyssa would fix the problem with her usual ease

"No, just no." Was all she said when she calmed.

"What ?" Hermione threw out her arms and turned to her, " Help me please." She frowned and looked down at her shoes, the same awful ones that she wore to school. Lyssa just smiled, placed her coffee on the side table and clapped her hands together.

"This is the wizarding world H you gotta make a good first impression, have fun and not embarrass me." She winked and got to work, finally allowed to use magic in front of her sis.

"What are you doing ?" Hermione cautiously asked when she noticed Lyssa's wand trained on her head.

"Fixing your hair first, then everything else." The girls laughed the whole time, it wasn't exactly Hermione's thing but when Lys set her mind on something there was no point resisting and she fancied dressing up a little anyways, she'd been reading up in the books her sister had given to her, her favourite being Hogwarts-A History, and she had found that wizards had their own dress code and way of life completely separate to that of the muggles, which her parents were now classed as to her.

By the time Lyssa was finished, Hermione had her hair straighter than usual and more controlled swept artfully into a french twist, her cheeks were lightly rouged and eyes enlarged with brown shadows, liner and mascara, Lyssa's speciality and her lips were glossed. She was then dressed in what Lyssa claimed to be casual but even Hermione had to admit the jeans and blouse did seem to improve her body shape making her seem curvier in the right places, still she felt insignifiant next to Lys who was dressed similarly but was so much more.

"You wanna wear those boots ?" Lyssa pulled her from her daydream.

"What boots ?" Hermione was confused.

"My black ones, you like then right ? They'll go perfectly." Hermione knew what she was talking about, Lyssa's heeled boots were her favourite item of clothing and due to her extensive wardrobe, which mostly consisted of tight jeans leather and inappropriately cut exposing objects, that was really something, Hermione had first met her in those boots, it was definitely a monumental day when she allowed somebody else to wear them.

"No thanks I don't think I can handle the heel." It wasn't a lie but it was still a weak excuse, Lyssa ignored her shoved her onto the bed and forcefully put the boots onto her feet.

"See ? perfect." She smiled.

"Do you ever listen to me ?" Hermione asked, trying to sound angry but failing. Lyssa smirked,

"Only when your being a moany goody two shoes with no fashion sense." She supplied.

"Bitch." Hermione stuck her tongue out childishly.

"I know I am and ya know you love it." She smiled and both sister ended up giggling on their way downstairs, Hermione shouted goodbye to her parents before they made their exit and she had her first experience of apparition.

"Try not to puke." Lyssa joked before turning serious, "Do you think you're gonna puke ?" No reply, "Shit girl don't you dare puke on my shoes !" Hermione made a retching sound and turned away from her sister who was very distressed at the idea of sick on her best boots, she couldn't take much more Hermione turned back around laughing maniacally.

"Gottcha !" She giggled, Lyssa just punched her in the arm then dragged her down the side street to a pub, The Leaky Cauldron, at the back of which was a wall, a solid brick wall. When one uses the correct password, to Hermione's amazement that solid brick wall opens, unexplainably. The two then walked out into a bustling street.

"May I present ... Diagon Alley !" Lyssa exclaimed with a dramatic flourish for her benefit.

The street was full to the bursting with people unlike the normal that Hermione was used to back in the muggle world, Lyssa narrated the whole thing as they went along, she described everything they were seeing from the peculiar wizarding robes to the more important things, specifically Flourish and Blotts the huge book store which she knew her sister would just love, in fact Lys had to wait for just over two hours so that Hermione could peruse the books and pick out a few, in the end leaving the sore with at least a dozen which Lyssa conveniently placed into her tiny bag.

"Extension Charm." She explained simply at her sisters dumbfounded look.

"Ah, I have to get one of those ..."

Next came the all important trip to Ollivander's where Hermione got her wand, or rather a wand chose her as Garrick Ollivander so helpfully put it, you could almost see the cogs in Hermiones brain spinning away rapidly trying to figure it all out which of course she couldn't , a beautifully carved 10 and 3/4 length vine wood with a dragon heartstring, which she was extremely happy about and eager to try out which unfortunately she should not do but obviously Lyssa would take her somewhere secluded so she could practice, she was always a slightly bad influence, as they were leaving Hermione obviously was full of questions.

"So how does the wand choose ?" She was excitable and fidgety as she asked and Lys knew that there wee many questions to come so decided that they should find somewhere to sit a while.

"Okay three choices to sit and eat Rosa Lee's the tea shop, Florean's the ice-cream parlour which I personally recommend or back to the Leaky Cauldron ?" She smiled at her sister who was at a height with her in those shoes.

"Icecream then ?"

"Good choice." Lyssa said with a serious expression on her face, flinging her arm around Hermione's shoulders she pressed their cheeks together as she steered them in the right direction, "This is serious Hermione."

"Um ... Whats up?"

"You really think you're up for it ?" She nodded. "Choosing a flavour is really hard, you have to be prepared." She winked and Hermione giggled again. Once they were settled down in the parlour the barrage of questions immediately started, bracing herself Lyssa sat and looked at her sister while eating.

"How do the wands do that ?"

"Do what exactly ?"

"Choose the witch."

"Dont know, next question."

"Seriously though, do you not find it strange ?"

"No, you shouldn't need everything explained to you H just live in the moment a bit, come on next question or we're gonna be here all day."

"Is your wand different then ?"

"Yep."

"How ?"

"Well I got mine in Ollivander's too but mines different you see, It's 14 inches, a little longer than yours and it's made of Rosewood not Vine but mine has a dragon heartstring core, the same as yours."

"Oh... why ?" Lyssa couldn't help laughing a little again.

"I don't know !" She exhaled dramatically.

"What's a kneazle ?"

"They're like cats, I'll show you one later."

"Do broomsticks really fly ?"

"Yes."

"Whats the point thought ? why not just apparate or whats the green stuff you told me about ?"

"Floo, and what are you on about ! Broomsticks are great fun, great for travel and also without Brooms how would we play quidditch ?"

"Oh so like the motorbikes of the wizarding world then." Hermione smirked.

"How do you mean ?"

"Pointless because they do the same as a car but are more dangerous and only idiots hell bent on getting hurt ride them." Lyssa just kicked her under the table which started a small kicking war resulting in melted ice-cream drips everywhere and two red faced laughing girls. Once they caught their breathe silence reigned for just two seconds.

"Whats quidditch ?" Safe to say the day was a long one but it was one of the last the two would have to share alone together for a long while.

Alyssa spent Christmas with the Granger's that year rather than bunking over and intruding upon her friends holidays or spending the family season alone, she had no friends to turn to anymore, she could just rent an empty place or just squat but she decided to spend the holiday season with family for the first time in an age. It was the best that she had ever had the pleasure of experiencing, and also the strangest.

Christmas eve she was hurried upstairs into their shared bedroom by Hermione at 8:30 where she was promptly told to change into her PJ's and sleep, immediately. The next morning she discovered why, when her sister dragged her out of bed at 5am Lyssa was grateful for the early night and also shocked at what she found, Hermione had gotten that exited over a pile of presents, most of which were obviously books. Lyssa herself was not accustomed to piles of gifts but she had lots of friends who would be positively offended by what Hermione had received books upon books upon books.

"God are you not even the slightest bit giddy ? Not even on Christmas morning !" Hermione poked her playfully, smiling Lyssa brightened up her mood for her little sisters benefit.

"Sure H, I have to go and get your present from me I can't wait till you see it !"

"Well that'll have to wait," She smirked, Lyssa felt a little queasy with worry at the sight, "It's tradition for mum and dad to open their presents from me first and I guess that you will this year." Lysssa's stomach dropped.

"Oh no H, I told you not to bother, please don't, you know how I am with this kinda situation come on..." She was silenced by a hand over her mouth.

Hermione had shot up fem her seat on the couch and clasped Lyssa's jaw shut so she could scream "Merry Christmas !" to her drowsy parents.

The rest of the morning was relatively awkward and moved at a snails pace, Hermione to a few books, a set of stationary and some clothes sent from more distant relatives, her parents oh-so imaginatively also bought her a few more books, a new bag and some other bits and pieces. Then it had come to Lyssa who had to keep a straight face and stay calm as she was handed a box from her father, she was polite and opened it shocked to see that he had given her a rather beautiful locket, "Like 'Mione's." He explained, he never did seem to be a man with a wild imagination and buying both daughters the same things with slight differences showed this clearly.

'You really shouldn't have..." Lyssa didn't really know what to say, not even her sarcastic brain telling her that he didn't really even know her he'd just categorised her with Hermione didn't make her feel easier about it, in the back of her mind there was a niggling thought that maybe he thought of her as a daughter too, maybe she wasn't so far off Hermione. "Thank you." She finished smiling at her dad who had gotten beetroot red waiting for her to insult him.

"Right ..." Lyssa interrupted the silence that she had unintentionally created, "My turn, if you'll excuse me a moment." At that she walked upstairs got her coat and then went back to the living room, "Be back in a bit." She just caught Mrs Granger say something about her being ungrateful and that she was obviously rushing out to get something now as she had forgotten and she slammed the door behind her and ran out so she could rush to her hiding spot in the back o the old garage, retrieving the gifts she walked back inside, in the living room once more she didn't even acknowledge Mrs Granger, she threw her dad a small black box and did the same to his wife albeit reluctantly after hearing her snide comment then pulled the best gift from inside her coat and passed it to Hermione.

"Careful, he's cranky." She smiled and winked at her little sister who's mouth was almost touching the floor before her face was all but split in half by her huge grin.

"Oh my god !" Was all she said for a while staring dumbfounded at the orange bundle of fur in her arms, when he stretched out to yawn her expression changed a little, wary, "What exactly is it ? I think I sort of recognise it. " She inquired.

"He's half cat but also part kneasle, your first familiar if you like him, like the ones in the magical menagerie that I showed you in Diagon Ally, whaddaya think ?" with tears in her eyes hermione thrust herself into her sisters arms with a shout of thank you, the rest of her rambling was too muffled to make out but Lyssa was pretty sure it was positive.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, the ideal Christmas day with heaps of food and laughter, Lyssa was extremely happy except with her small confrontation when Mrs Granger had her cornered in the kitchen.

"I don't want to offend you but how did you afford all that ?" She asked, smiling sourly probably assuming that she had stolen the gifts.

"Your earrings were a gift from a friend but I'll never wear them, they're not really my style but I think they'll suit you. Half-blood kneasles aren't really worth that much anyways, they're not as smart as the real thing but he'll live longer than your normal cat and be a better pet i'm hoping, besides she needed one anyway to take to Hogwarts, a companions pretty useful no ?" She was studying the older woman's face the entire time she spoke, "The cufflinks weren't very original I have to admit but they're charmed, they'll put themselves away because apparently he can never help losing them." She smiled then and added,"Sorry to disappoint, you should probably know though, it would't make much difference I'm a very well off girl, when I get my inheritance i'll be right out of your hair but I wouldn't expect you're daughter to stick around here as much." She saw the woman's face contort in anger and couldn't resist, " You can't blame me, she doesn't really like malicious people, what have I even done to you huh ?" Smirking she made her way into the woman's face invading her personal space, she shrank back a little in anticipation.

"Excuse me." She chirped walking back into the living room.