Alright so i just had this major plot idea and i had 2 write it down!! This will be a multi chapter story but i dont know when or how often i'll update, I dont own Harry Potter
"Adelcia, Dana, Holly, Lydia, Hope, come on now dears, come away from the window." Hermione Granger spoke softly. The children looked at her. "It's time for supper." She said a little louder.
The boys had already run into the kitchen; eager for dinner. The girls slowly pulled themselves away from the window where they watched the first snow of the season. All except the youngest; Lydia.
She stayed on the old seat pushed as close to the window as possible, her nose almost touching the window pane. " Lydia, come on now darling, it's time to eat, the snow will be there when you come back."
Lydia's bright blue eyes met Hermione's kind brown ones and let her self be tugged into the small kitchen. "Come on Lydia! I'm hungry!" One of the boys; Ashton; said from down the other end of the table.
The orphan slowly dragged herself forwards and sat between Cameron and Adelcia. "Guess what's for dinner tonight m'dears!" Mrs. Brimly said with a jolly smile. "What!?!?" The children asked eagerly.
"Beef Stew!" She said to the children's happiness. It was becoming more and more difficult to procure decent food for the more than fifty orphans they took care of. "Oh look here! Nice warm bread!" Hermione said cutting up slices for the fifteen children at the table she was in charge of.
The children cheered happily and ate the food with surprising speed, Hermione and Mrs. Brimley passing out a cookie to each of them. The children ran back into the playroom munching on the sweet treats.
"Mm, yummy!" Many children said thanking their wonderful caregivers. As she went to sit down by the fire. The younger of the children rushed up to her, holding a Christmas story in their hands.
She smiled and took the book, ushering the children into a circle around her, a few of them resting against her, or a few with their arms hugging her tightly. "Well come on you two, don't you want to hear the story?" Mrs. Brimley said turning to where Craig and Lydia sat on the other side of the room.
Lydia was clutching her stuffed Panda, Craig playing with an old puzzle. They nodded their heads and ran to the old woman, Mrs. Brimley sweeping them up into her lap as she knitted in a nearby rocking chair.
Hermione began reading until eight O'clock when it was time for bed. "Hermione, would you take the eight and unders? I just don't have the energy tonight." Her close friend Rebecca asked her.
"Of course." She escorted the younger children upstairs to the room where about fifteen or so donated beds were all lined up against the walls. The children ran to their beds, pulling the thin sheets around them.
"Good night Tommy." She kissed the child's head. "Good night Hermione!" He hugged her. She repeated this routine with all the children, occasionally tucking them in a little tighter or placing that days clothes in the large wooden wardrobe at the end of the room where all the clothes were kept.
"Good night Hermione." A child said in a tiny voice as she closed the door behind her. Creeping down the hall Hermione joined the other six people who worked at the Orphanage as well along with the owner Mrs. Brimley.
The eight of them silently knit sweaters and blankets until Rebecca spoke. "The kids have been asking about a tree…" She said. But Mrs. Brimley smiled and told her they had about enough for money for probably enough money for a five foot tree.
The group quietly celebrated and Hermione went to get a mug of apple cider. Rebecca joined her and they began speaking. The two were only twenty five but worked at the orphanage twenty four-seven. Occasionally they had days off, but they didn't really like leaving the kids for too long, Mrs. Brimley couldn't always handle them with the rest of the staff.
"Todd's going to donate a tree!" Rebecca said happily unable to stifle her news. "Oh my goodness that's fantastic!" Hermione exclaimed hugging her friend. "Yeah! He said we can take the kids who wanna go tomorrow to pick it out!" The two danced in a circle and rushed back to the living room to knit.
The people who worked there knew that Hermione was a witch and treated her just the same, even when she whipped out her wand to magic a pair of knitting needles, knitting the items quicker than normal.
Tonight she had nine going at once in addition to the one she was working on herself. By midnight they had thirteen new sweaters for the younger kids and the staff was ecstatic!
Hermione couldn't use magic much anymore because the ministry was on the look out for her-desperate to recruit her as an auror but she refused and was almost completely cut off from Magical Society.
That night as Hermione climbed the stairs to the children's rooms she walked to each bed, all the children fast asleep except young Lydia. The child didn't speak very much, mostly she asked about her family and her mother, who had been the one to bring her there.
" Lydia! What are you doing awake?" Hermione whispered, sweeping the little girl into her arms, bringing her to her room that she shared with Rebecca and Mariah.
"I couldn't sleep." The little girl said, pushing her blonde hair out of her face. "I dreamt about my mother again." She said quietly. "How did the dream go?" Hermione asked, wrapping her arms around the little girl.
"This time I dreamt about her and my father coming to get me. Where are they Hermione?" Hermione's heart broke a little each time an orphan asked where their parents were.
"I don't know honey, would you like me to tell you about when I met your mother again?" She bobbed her head up and down and Hermione dove into a story.
"Well, I had just started working here, when somebody knocked on the door. I opened it and saw a dark haired woman with skin the same tone as yours, holding a small baby in her arms. It only looked to be about a year old or so, so I took her inside and she told me her name was Jasmine and she was dying.
She had been shot, I could see that, I didn't know what to do so I called the hospital, but she called me over to her, and she told me that your father shouldn't have to raise you alone, so she brought you here. She never told me your father's name, but she did say she hoped you met him once you were all brought up. She gave me this stuffed Panda to give to you, she said it was your father's and to never forget her. By the time help had arrived she was already gone."
Lydia sniffed a little and snuggled closer to Hermione, Hermione lying down in her cot, pulling the blankets around the two of them, both falling asleep minutes later.
"Good morning every body!" Hermione said throwing open the ratty curtains that hung in front of the large windows. The kids groaned like they did every morning, most of them keeping their blankets wrapped around them as they went to breakfast in the drafty house.
"Porridge!" Mrs. Brimley announced cheerily. The kids werent as energetic so they mumbled and grumbled, slowly eating.
"Guess what kids!!" Rebecca bounced in. "For those who want to come today, my friend Todd said we could have any tree we want from the farm he works at!" The children were all ecstatic but only three raised their hands to go.
Hermione bundled them up; Lydia; who was only six, an eight year old boy named Christian, and a fourteen year old named Clare. Rebecca and Hermione trudged out into the snow, the kids in two as they took a cab to the farm that was only a few miles away.
They arrived in a big field, full of trees, Rebecca's boyfriend Todd meeting them at the gate. "Huh, what's this?" Hermione asked gesturing to the large official looking building that was next to them.
"Oh that's some kind of big corporation I guess." Todd shrugged. The kids raced in, looking for the perfect tree.
"Good morning sleepy head." Leslie greeted Draco Malfoy that morning. "Hey." He muttered; he was never a morning person like his girlfriend Leslie. "Are you going to take me to look for a tree today?" She pouted as she placed a pancake on his plate.
"Yes, yes go get dressed and I'll take you." He said grouchily. She kissed his cheek and ran upstairs to their bedroom. He yawned and idly opened the newspaper. "Hmm." He muttered.
"DRACO! COME ON YOU HAVE TO GET DRESSED!!!" Leslie shrieked. "I'm coming…" He muttered trudging upstairs. The two apparated to a tree farm close to his office in the muggle world.
"Oooh Look!" Leslie giggled pulling him forwards.
"Oops, I'm sorry." Rebecca muttered as she stood up, helping Draco stand up as the two collided. "It's quite alright." He said coolly. "You look familiar…" She said looking at him. "I'm sorry, you don't." He quickly walked away.
A child ran past him, her blonde hair flying behind. He turned so quickly he felt light headed. But he was just being paranoid; there was no way that could be her. The girl was gone, but then he saw a woman about his age pick her up and take her towards a tall tree.
Draco let go of Leslie's hand, wandering towards the two without realizing. " Lydia, this is perfect!" the woman exclaimed, and Draco staggered.
He came a little closer, hoping, praying this was her. But they were walking away. "Wait! Wait!" He called hoarsely. But they didn't hear him. "Wait!" He yelled one final time.
The child turned and stared at him, the woman finally turning around; Hermione Granger met his gaze confusedly. She ran forwards to a man and a woman with two kids, the man nodded and helped tie a tree to a taxi, the car speeding away before Draco could look properly at the child.
Though he didn't know why, but Draco Malfoy had a gut feeling that he needed to track down Hermione Granger.