Anastasia With that special Harry potter twist

No Spoilers Really This is just for fun

Harry Potter belongs to JK and Anastasia belongs to FOX!

Who's going to be Whom:

Anastasia/ Anya: Hermione Granger/ Mia

Dimitri: Ron Weasley

Vladimir: Harry Potter

Rasputin: Lord Voldemort/ Tom Riddle

Bartok: Lucius Malfoy

Sophie: Ginny Weasley

Dowager Empress Marie: Minerva McGonagall

There was a time not too long ago when we lived in the enchanted world of Hogwarts. My Husband, Albus Dumbledore had made it tradition to have grand parties when he was Headmaster, and my son, Severus had kept up the tradition when he took over. On this particular night, we were celebrating the fortieth anniversary of the fall of Grindewald. My youngest granddaughter, Hermione was eight and was almost shining that night. I had made numerous trips to Paris and she begged me not to return, but that night I had something very special for her.

I handed her a small box, she asked what it was, "Is it a jewelry box?"

I smiled and shook my head, look. I placed the 'key' inside the slot and turned it. Her face just lit up when the two dancing figurines of her parents came into view, dancing to the lullaby I had sang to her for years.

"It's our lullaby, Grandma!"

"Yes my sweet, it is. You can play it at night and when I am not here, you can pretend that it is me."

She smiled shyly and started to hum along, when the song finished she looked at me. "It won't be the same but I love it."

I smiled and handed her a necklace that was the key, "Read it," I said.

She took the chain from me and read aloud, "Together in Paris." It took a second but it registered, "Really?" I nodded; she squealed in delight and hugged me.

She was just about to go back to the party when all of a sudden, the hall went dark, everyone turned to the doors and there stood a figure that was very dark indeed. This figure was determined to descend a darkness upon the family house, his name was Tom, or so it used to be; now he went by Voldemort. We had thought that he fought on the side of light but alas he was not, he was dangerous.

That night my son had approached him demanding what he was doing here at Hogwarts.

"But I was your father's confidant." smiling sweetly

"Confidant? HA, you are a traitor, to him and to this family. Get Out!"

"Ah Severus, so ignorant, you really think that you can banish me? I am more powerful then you realize my boy. I bestow a curse upon you and your family. You all will die, and I will not rest until you all are gone!"

Voldemort had sold his soul so that he might destroy Severus and his family. He and his minions had created havoc in our world. On the night of the attack on Hogwarts, we were all frantically trying to escape the castle before the angry crowd could get to us. As Severus ushered his family out the door, Hermione turned and yelled, "My music box!" she turned and ran back towards her room and I frantically followed calling her name. She didn't respond, she just kept running.

She hit her rooms and ran right to the box without hesitation. As soon as she had possession of the box I tried to hasten her out of the room when there was a large crash down the hall. "Hurry," I told her. Just before we reached the door, a young boy grabbed my arm.

"No it's too dangerous, go this way out of the servant corridor." He pulled me and my granddaughter to a hidden door in the wall. He pushed us through and told us to hurry. Anastasia went running back toward the room shouting "my music box!"

I heard the boy shout, "There's no time go!" and then there was the sound of the door shutting. I later discovered that the boy had fought to keep our escape secret. He had been hit by a curse and fell unconscious while the men searched the room. He then became the possessor of the box.

After escaping from the castle, Hermione and I ran across the grounds to get to the train. As we attempted to run over the frozen lake, Voldemort jumped out and grabbed Hermione's leg, pulling her down to the ground. I shouted his name and attempted to pull Hermione from his grasp.

"Please let me go!" she pleaded

"You'll never escape!" he cackled. Suddenly, there was a loud crack. I looked down and noticed that he ice was cracking under Voldemort's weight. He noticed it to and didn't hesitate when he released my granddaughter's ankle. I pulled her to her feet and we continued to run. I glanced back to make sure he was still down and I noticed that he was going under the water. I didn't hesitate and I kept running pulling Hermione in tow.

We reached the train station at Hogsmeade just in time for it to be pulling away. We continued to run and I jumped aboard. I turned back to grab Hermione's hand, "Grandma!" she cried reaching for me.

"Grab my hand Hermione!" She grabbed it, "Hold on!"

"Don't let go," she said with tears rolling down her face.

As the train gained momentum, I slowly lost my grip. Just before I lost my grip completely, she tripped and fell out of sight. I called out to her, but I got no response.

So many lives were lost that night, and while they all hit me hard, the hardest was the loss of my dearest granddaughter Hermione, I never saw her again

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