Hi. I'm BACK! PotterVengerLock makes an appearance again. I very much hope you like this awesome idea I had out of the blue while watching Sherlock and reading Harry potter FFN. A very good one called Harry Crow by robst. A very good author. Also, lets get geneology down now. Sherlock is about six years older than Hermione, and Mycroft is about two years older than Sherlock.
Any whoo... ON WITH THE STORY!
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Summary:
Hermione is not who everybody thinks she is. Her name is not even Hermione Granger, her name is Hermione Jean Holmes, and she has two older brothers named Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes. Her mother is Mummy and her Father, lets just say they don't get along well. One day, out of the blue, Sherlock asks Hermione for help with a case. He found a stick on a body.
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CHAPTER ONE: Prologue
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Hermione Holmes. HH. I loved my name. HJH. Flows right off the tongue.
Too bad I have to change it for school. Can't have that "rich kid" persona get in the way of friendships and relationships. My mother and brother, Mycroft, came up with the name Granger. Such a horrible name, so plain. HJG. I hate even writing it down at the top of my papers for school. I absolutely HATE that name. And I wish to get rid of it. I shall not stand for this! I will never be brought so low as to change my name for a simple school!
Nope.
Never.
Nada.
I'm going to stay Hermione Holmes for the rest of my life. Period.
"A RICH MUGGLEBORN?"
"OH NO!"
"EVERYBODY RUN!"
"AND WHATEVER YOU DO, DON"T MAKE FRIENDS WITH HER!"
"SHE'S PURE EVIL!"
Do they seriously expect that to happen? Do only so-called 'poor' muggleborns get to be witches and wizards? HUH?
Any takers on that?
So now my parents are supposedly two dentists from Crawley, and they even hired actors named Ruby Harvey and Rupert Larson to be them.*
I don't even get my own pet!
Sherlock is barred from having animals because of "The Great Gerbil, Guinea Pig, and Hamster Fiasco", don't ask, and Mycroft, he would simply forget about it and it would die, and JUST because I'm their sister means I cannot get a single animal to take with me to school.
Humph.
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The magic started when I was a few months old.
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I had been the perfect child. Adored by all, even Sherlock. He doted on me like he was my self appointed 'Guardian Angel'. He still does. Only he could stop me when I was crying in the middle of the night. And it was he who learned about my magic first. He was about six at the time.
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"Waaa!"
Hermione!
I rushed over to her room, right next to mine actually, and right before I opened the door, I heard a sound that I wasn't expecting.
She stopped and cooed in the babyish way babies do when their needs are satisfied.
I immediately thought there was an intruder and rushed in to rescue her, like the valiant swashbuckler I am.
What I saw was not what I was expecting, a man dressed up in black, comforting her, but her cuddling with her favorite stuffed bear, which I was absolutely sure was on the other side of the room, on a shelf inside her closet.
And I am never wrong with Hermione, sweet Hermione, sure to be absolutely beautiful when she grows up.
But, whatever left, however improbable, is the answer.
There was never anyone in here tonight besides me, and Hermione of course.
The window sill and door knob clearly show that.
She does not have the ability to walk yet, so it somehow got over to her my some sort of flotation.
I decided to experiment.
I took the bear from her, and held it a meter's length away.
She started to sniffle, and I found nothing in my hand and a bear in hers.
So, it disappears and reappears in her crib.
Hmm...
I can work with this.
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THE ULTIMATE TIME SKIP! Onward!
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Hermione has been steadily improving since that night, and now she can do things that would baffle the mind at will. It's simply amazing!
And what's even more amazing?
THERE'S A SCHOOL DEDICATED TO TEACHING CHILDREN THIS!
It's like my first chemistry set all over again!
Even Father is proud, and that's not something he bestows on Hermione often, his pride that is.
His golden child is Mycroft, and nothing I ever do is going to change that.
Even the inquiry about Carl Powers' shoes never made it anywhere. Not that it needed help anyway.
Sigh, Hermione would soon be entering a world full to the brim, filled with bigotry and so-called 'pureblood' supremacy, at which scale she is almost at the bottom of, next to 'muggles' otherwise known as non-magicals by decent people, and she even has to change her name!
Hermione Granger, ugh.
Such a horrible name. I was even part of the reason why she cannot have a pet to keep her company, those rodents were an experiment! I was testing how various poisonous substances on live subjects, dead ones don't do well with disease tests, and I needed several species to have a conclusive test. I'm not allowed to use humans, I can only use dead ones, and that's for when I turn twenty-one. I'm sixteen.
And the BOOKS!
Don't get me started on the books.
The knowledge in that store... it almost blinded me.
Of course, Hermione absolutely loved them, we got all of them, well two copies of every book she would need for standard classes up until seventh year, one set for me, and one for her.
That bookstore was nirvana for people like Hermione and I. Knowledge is power, and power gets you far in life. I got all the extra curricular books and stuck them in an enchanted bag I had bought, it was feather light, and bottomless. Hermione got one too, I made sure of that.
I wouldn't trust those silly actors with the hamster.
We nearly lost them four times, and all in different shops. They just stood in line for the register while we got what we needed, and more, and they then paid for it with a strange coin system that they figured out pretty quickly. Galleons, sickles, and knuts. Interesting names.
I was playing the part of the interested non-magical when we went into an interesting wand shop, called Ollivanders. It apparently had been selling wands since, what was it, thirty-two BCE? Yes, that was it. Thirty-two BC. That's a very long time to be selling wands.
Her wand was made out of birch wood and had a hippogriff feather core, apparently it shows that she has layers to her personality and will not take kindly to insults, her wand agreeing with her and providing protection when needed.
Because she could already do wandless magic, her wand only helped her to be even more focused and more powerful with magic, and that also meant that she could perform underage magic before her seventeenth birthday without getting arrested.
YES!
Hermione promised she would write every week and that if any thing interesting happened I would be notified, but not allowed to directly interfere. I could only send a letter back with inquiries and answers to her questions. She could only take so many books in an unenchanted trunk, so I got left with the reading and extra research.
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First year.
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Dear Sherlock,
I have a question for you. If you met the most famous person in wizarding Britain, would you exploit him, or just be friends?
Love,
Hermione H.
PS, Do you know who Nickolas Flamel is? Please research.
Dear Hermione,
I would only use the fame in an extremely dire situation. And as for Flamel, I scoured all the books and he wasn't in there. I would guess he's an older wizard, not in any recent books.
From,
Sherlock
PS, Mummy says she misses you.
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Second year
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"Hey, Hermione! Do you have anything on the petrifications yet?"
"No, Ronald. I need to send a letter first, then I can tell you if I have anything when he replies."
"Who would you send a letter to, Hermione? It's not like you have any contacts with the wizarding world besides us, right? And a he at that! Got a boyfriend from you're muggle life?"
"Actually, Ronald, I'm writing to my brother. And also, please use the term non-magical, muggle is so demeaning."
"You have a brother?!"
"Yes, idiot, I have three, and four sisters, all of them older than me."
"EIGHT KIDS? That's even more than my family!"
"You really are an idiot aren't you? I only have two older brothers. Mycroft, he's twenty, and Sherlock, he's eighteen."
"They're a lot older than you."
"Way to state the obvious, Ronald."
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Third year
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Dear Sherlock,
I hate to do this to you, but I have to confess this to somebody!
I helped an innocent man escape from certain death, by dementor.
Sirius Back is Harry's godfather. His best friend was Harry's dad and Remus Lupin, the werewolf I told you about. Sirius is an innocent man. Pettigrew killed those people and he is an unregistered rat animagus. Sirius is too, that's how he escaped, he's a dog, and he told us to call him snuffles, an idiotic name if you ask me, when we talk about him. And, as I told you earlier, I saved him, using the time turner. He got away on Buckbeak, the hippogriff I asked you to do some research on earlier this year. We got him away safely, again with the time turner, and Macnair was very angry about that, he badly wanted to kill him, but we won't let him do that, now will we? Malfoy is an arrogant sod who deserves nothing, not even the clothes on his back, I decked him for you, like you asked.
Love,
Hermione H.
"Hermione H.?"
"Ah!"
"Oh, sorry Hermione, didn't mean to scare you."
"It's okay Harry, I'm just writing to my brother, you don't have to worry about him telling anyone anything, he's a non-magical."
"Oh. Why do you use the term non-magical'? Why not use 'muggle'?"
"Because the term 'muggle' to me is like the term 'mudblood' to Ron."
"Oh, sorry, I'll try not to use it around you then."
"Thank you Harry."
"You're welcome."
And with that, he walked away.
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Year four
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Dear Hermione,
I read about the events at the Quidditch world cup, I very much hope you're safe. Mummy also hopes so, Mycroft probably does too, but he never shows any emotion at all, arrogant prick. Father cares not a smidge about you, so I wouldn't be worried about him. Owl back as soon as possible,
From,
Sherlock
PS. I got kicked out of my flat, again, might need to flat share this time
Dear Sherlock,
What did you do this time? Never mind, not sure I want to know. Hope you get a flat mate soon, and keep him(or her). I am safe, and so is Harry and that git Ronald, dunno why I hang out with him. Definitely NOT his 'charming' personality. Also, A Tri-wizard tournament has begun, and sure enough, Harry's right in the middle of it, a fouth champion. Comepletely unheard of, But then again, this is Harry Potter I'm talking about, so we have some exemption to the rule. Again, I am safe. Good luck.
Love,
Hermione H.
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Year five
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Dear Hermione,
I hope all is well with DA, and that you take my little problem solver and finally use it, it's doing nothing. Our Biggest friend might be getting useful soon, and that crush is something to be worried about, don't act on it, you might hurt his feelings, not that I care any way. Mummy says, and I'm quoting, "Hi, and give those idiots something to think about in the next few days, that might be reading this, but be warned, Snuffles might not like being cooped up, and you certainly cannot have two pets at Hogwarts, that Kneazle was a gamble, and you're pushing it with him, yes, Sherlock told me about him, and I worry." Geez, sentimental much? Mycroft says hi.
From,
Sherlock
Dear Sherlock,
Everything is well, and Umb*tch is finally gone, Gwarp did actually come in handy after all, you were right. He took her off into the forest with a herd of centaurs in tow, she idiotically called them 'half-breeds' to their face, really bad move.
Bad news:
Sirius is dead, Harry is devastated, and the idiotic Ministry finally sucked up, and accepted that Voldemort is back. Seriously though, stupid name choice much? It literally means 'flight of death' in French. Though the last one isn't so much 'bad' news, it's just the fact it took them almost an entire year to believe Harry. Idiots, Sherlock, all of them.
Love,
Hermione H.
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Year Six
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Dear Sherlock,
Do you know anybody that calls themselves the 'Half-Blood Prince'? Because Harry got an old book belonging to somebody named that and he is absolutely BRILLIANT at potions. Better than me, and Harry won't let me see it, just because he thinks I'll steal it and never give it back. Also, on a darker note, Harry found a spell in there, a curse that is only used on arch enemies and creates deep cuts that can probably kill. He used it on Malfoy, and even I almost feel sorry for him.
Love,
Hermione H.
Dear Hermione,
I have yet again scoured the books and found no geneology of otherwise of one 'Half-Blood Prince'. I also advise you never to use that curse on ANYBODY not deserving of it. Only in a 'to the death' fight may you use it. If ever.
From,
Sherlock
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Year Seven
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I have not received nor sent out any letters to anybody this year. I did not Obliviate my parents, but those idiotic actors. I have had one communication to my family, and that was to tell them to not contact me this year. I also warned Mycroft of this impending battle, and asked him to keep the non-magical police out of it, along with secret service and the entire British government.
I also informed Sherlock that he could, under no circumstances, take any strong drugs, EVER AGAIN, hell to pay if he didn't go into rehab.
I love my brothers and Mummy, Father though, I couldn't care less about him, and him me.
Oh, and I will never marry Ronald, that kiss in the chamber was about as far as we're going to get, and I'm moving to London. I got a wonderful single flat and a good job - I graduated High school at six and uni at ten. I work for a nice bookshop, and sometimes loose myself in the fiction isle, goodness I love books.
Sherlock is twenty-four. Mycroft is twenty-six. Mummy still won't answer when I ask her how old she is. Couldn't care less with father.
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PHEW! *wipes forehead with back of arm*
*These are FAKE names and if they resemble anybody you know or you, it is purely coincidental
THIS TOOK UP SEVEN PAGES OF WORD! And with 2390 words it's just awesome, my longest chapter yet!
That was HARD! I hope I did well and SO sorry for ANY OOCness on Sherlock's part, he is SO hard to write. The first actual 'Chapter' takes place a few years later, just after the great game. Not JUST after, but about a week or two from it, John only knows about Mycroft and Mummy, so there will be a bit of surprise on his part for dropping the bomb that he has a sister. Next chapter might take a few days because this Plot bunny just keeps running in circles around in my head. I've also started my own "Feed the Plot Bunnies" campaign. The Plot Bunnies eat Reviews, and they're starving!
SAVE THE PLOT BUNNIES! REVIEW!
Thank you in advance for reviewing.
Sincerely,
PotterVengerLock