Harry Potter and the Rings of Howarts

by Hermione-Harry

Four rings are destined for four people. What are these rings? Who have they belonged before? And what's so important about them? Will it be the beginning or the end of an era? R+R!

1. Grandmother's Message

A/N: I hope you like this story. It's a novel length fic. So I basically have everything planned out. Please read, enjoy, and review!

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Disclaimer: Harry Potter is published, created, and owned by the lovely J.K.Rowling!

HARRY POTTER

AND THE

RINGS OF HOGWART'S

Hermione_Harry

Chapter 1: Grandmother's Message

"Mom, no. She's too little to see you like this." pleaded Anne.

An old woman was lying down on a bed, half-conscious. She was sweating and her breathing was very rapid. Anne, her daughter, was kneeling down next to her.

"Yes, she had to. The fate of the world depends on it. . . I'm going to be gone soon, so get her!" said the old woman.

Anne tried to ignore what her mother said, when she repeated it again with firmness.

"Get her."

She nodded her head and ran to the kitchen to get her daughter. When she told her, she got up and ran upstairs, barely seeing her father sending his wife a questioning look.

The small child of nine entered the room.

"Grandma?"

"Come here," said the old woman pointing to the place where her mother was only just before.

The granddaughter obeyed and waited for her grandmother to speak.

"Hermione, this ring . . . ," - the old woman took out a ring from her finger - "has been in the family for centuries. My mother passed it on to me as did her mother. She said that one day, I'll have to give it to the person it was destined for again. So I pass it on to you. Please take care of it." - she put the ring on Hermione's palm and looked at her granddaughter that was about to cry - "Take care of it and always wear it, for when the time comes, it will be your only hope. You are the chosen one Hermione, you are the one who is destined for this ring. Your mother didn't have that special thing that you do. . . Hermione you are the chosen one. . ."

Her grandmother slowly closed her eyes, and her winded breathing stopped.

She was dead.

A/N: How do you like it? I hope it got your attention. I think that this is going to be the smallest chapter for the fic. This is of course a Harry/Hermione fic!!!!

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