The other miss Granger.
Summary: Hermione finds out she has a sister, a half veela to be exact. Best friends of Fleur Delacour. She and Hermione meet during the triwizard tournament. During the war who will she fall in love with?
Chapter 1:
Hermione Granger was packing her trunk when her mother came into her room, tears running down her face.
"Mum! What's wrong? Did someone die?" Hermione quickly asked her mum. Her mum was pretty. Hermione had inherited her mothers hair mousy brown curly hair, her mother told her as she gets older it won't be as bushy any more.
"Hermione he never told me! He said he never knew!" she sobbed, sitting down on Hermione's bed.
"Mum what's going on?" Hermione asked her. She was worried, she had never seen her mother like this before.
"Ask your lying bastard of a father!" she said loudly. Hermione was shocked she had never heard her mother swear. And especially never calling anybody names. Sure she would call Mrs Jenkins our neighbour a horrible and crude woman but that was it.
"Mum-" Hermione began but was cut of by her mother sobbing louder than before.
Hermione comforted her mother until she fell asleep in her bed. She then went looking for her father.
She found him downstairs, in the kitchen sitting at the dinner table. On the dinner table was a bottle of whiskey, a glass and a few papers were scattered in front of him. She looked over her father, her father was tall and was once a very handsome young man. He had short jet black hair and chocolate brown eyes, the only thing Hermione had inherited from her father.
"Daddy?" she asked loudly. Her father was staring at something closely. He looked up at her sadly.
"I suppose you hate me to now Hermione?" he whispered. Hermione shook her head.
"I don't even know what's going on.." Hermione said sadly. Were her parents splitting up? Did her father cheat on her mother? All these kind of thoughts were passing through her head.
"Look at this Hermione." he said handing her something, she looked at it. It was a picture. On the picture was her father when he was young, smiling brightly his arm wrapped around the shoulders of the most beautiful young woman she had ever seen, her hair was platinum blonde in lose curls and she had strange purple eyes with swirls of blue in them. They were so bright and so beautiful.
"Who is she?" Hermione asked her dad.
"Marie Defontaine." he stated.
"Why do you have a picture of her?" she asked him not sure if she wanted to know the answer.
"She was my first love." he stated simply.
"Why is mum so upset then? After all it was a long time ago." Hermione said, not understanding what was going on.
"I received a letter. It said she died." he said handing her a letter.
"But daddy the post came this morning and there wasn't any letters addressed to you apart from the gas bill." she said, confused again.
"An owl brought it." he said, taking a drink of his glass.
"But why is mum so upset?" Hermione asked again. He sighed.
"Just read it Hermione." he said to her, poring himself another glass of whiskey. Hermione unfolded the piece of parchment. She could tell that it was wrote by a woman, the neat perfect script was wich was on the parchment.
Dear Edward.
Let me just say I am dead. I told one of my house elves to send this to you the day I die.
I know this is selfish of me, sending you a letter after you not hearing a single word from me in nearly 17 years.
But I thought you had the right to know. I left that day because I found out something which was life changing.
I know you said you would love me for ever even after you found out what I was. But I couldn't bring myself to drag you into my world, where at the time was in war.
And if I had told you one of the reasons it would of made you stay and be apart of my world. So I did the only thing I could. I ran.
I have never stopped loving you and I will still love you in the after life.
After all you gave me the best gift I could ever receive. When I left you, I was pregnant.
We have a daughter. Her name is Jolie I picked it because that was the first thing you ever said to me.
She is so much like you, she is smart, caring, warm-hearted, sweet and has an amazing sense of humour.
It is a great wish of mine that she stays with you after my death. But you have probably got your own family and do not wish to have anything to do with her.
She goes to a magical school in France called Beauxbaton. She is going to start her seventh and last year this year. Even though she should only be in her sixth.
She is a very smart witch and is the top of all her classes. Maybe next summer she could spend it with you and your family.
Her name is Jolie Defontaine I couldn't give her your name because they would of known her father was a muggle (A non magical person.) and I couldn't let her grow up being known as the halfbreed with a muggle father.
I will always love you.
Marie Defontaine.
After reading I opened my mouth 3 times trying to speak. My dad had another daughter. I had a half sister who was also a witch and she went to a magical school. The famous one in France, Beauxbatons.
"I'm sorry Hermione." he whispered. I looked at him, it wasn't his fault. He never knew.
"It's not your fault dad. I'm just not sure I'll be able to leave in 2 days now." she told him truthfully.
He shook his head.
"Go enjoy your youth, darling. I'm going to bed." he said, getting up and kissed me on the forehead.
Hermione looked at the photo of her father and Marie, the mother of her sister. Her sister must be very beautiful. Hermione thought to herself. Marie must have been a witch, she said she didn't want her father pulled into her world, the world were Hermione lived.
I've always wanted a brother or sister. I never enjoyed being an only child. Hermione mused to herself. Hermione cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and went upstairs to get ready for bed.
I wonder what Harry, Ron and the rest of the Weasley's will think.
So what do you think?
I'm already starting chapter 5 if you are interested.
So I don't know who the sister should end up with it's up to you.
George Weasley.
Fred Weasley.
Charlie Weasley.
Oliver Wood.
Viktor Krum
Or someone else they just have to be on the good guys side.
Thanks!