Hope you enjoy this new, and hopefully unique, story. These are the type I like to read. Not sure where the plot is going, but I have plans :)
Chapter One
Beginning
A young girl walked down the corridors of Azkaban, her gazed fixed firmly on the man in front of her. He finally stopped at a cell and turned to the girl. "Here she is, Miss. Call us if you need anything." The guard smiled at the child. The girl nodded and turned to face the woman in the cell. "Hello, Mother."
Bellatrix watched as her daughter sat down outside her cell, her hand winding under the bars towards her own. Smiling slightly, a feat only her daughter or husband could get her to do, the mad witch took her child's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I got my Hogwarts letter today. I can't wait to go. Of course, I'll be in Slytherin with cousin Draco, like you and Father." The eleven year old told her excitedly. "No. You won't be going!" Bellatrix snapped.
The girl's soft blue green eyes became sad. "Why?" She asked. "You are the daughter of the Dark Lord, that fool Dumbledore will most likely kill you. And we need to continue your training, if you are to stand at your father's side when he returns that is." Bellatrix replied, her hand gently stroking her daughter's black curls.
"But mother! I want to go. Please." The girl pleaded, her eyes usually covered with a shield open and showing grief.
"No, that is final!" Bellatrix growled. The girl sighed. "Yes Mother. Where is Rodolphus?" She asked. "I am here, child." The deep voice of Bellatrix's husband reassured the child. The girl grinned and grasped his hand through the bars next to Bellatrix's cell. "Hey." She greeted the man who had acted like her father in the absence of her own.
Alone, in the cell three down from this reunion, sat a rugged man. His sunken eyes watched from the darkness as the young girl was reunited with her family. He listened as the girl argued with her mother, hearing who her father was. Unlike many of the other prisoners here, he was not as mad or delirious as his neighbours. He alone had heard about the heir.
Of course, the girl child had visited many times through the years and he had heard a number of times who her father was. But he could do nothing but watch and listen, no way to warn everyone. Tired, Sirius Black turned his back on his cousin and her family.
September the first arrived quickly and found a young girl with her wand pointed out to the road. She was eleven years old and her normally black hair was spelled a honey brown and bushy. Her usually blue green eyes were spelled a chocolate brown and her teeth had grown. She too was a little shorter and a little plumper than normal.
The Knight Bus arrived with a bang beside the girl and let her on. She gave them the destination and they were off, speeding through the traffic, unseen to the naked eye. After a quick journey, the Knight Bus came to a halt in front of Kings Cross Station. The girl thanked the conductor and hurried into the station.
Once there, she watched as a boy about her age with a toad followed an elderly woman through the barrier. Copying him, she too strode through the barrier and onto the platform. She looked in awe at the scarlet engine before her, still not quite believing that she was running away to Hogwarts.
Nervously, the same girl waited amongst the other students for her name to be called. She wasn't waiting for her birth name, no, she was waiting for her made up name. She had owled Dumbledore, applying a charm to the letter that made him see her name as her made up name and see her as a Muggleborn.
Finally, her name was called and the girl walked nervously up to the front. "It's okay, relax. You're fine." She muttered. She absently heard a boy, Ron Weasley, mutter something to another dark haired boy. "She's mental that one."
The big hat was placed on her head and the girl tensed, waiting for the voice.
"Ah, another heir of Slytherin has arrived. I know right where to put you." The hat whispered in her ear. 'No! You can't. I'm posing as a Muggleborn, plus Draco knows me too well. I have to be put elsewhere. I don't want to be dragged home.' The girl thought, her eyes closed in desperation.
"Not Slytherin? Hmm, lets see what else is here. You are very bright, way above your peers and even some of the teachers. Maybe Ravenclaw? No, no. There is something else here, something deeper." The hat whispered, it's voice resounding in the girl's ear.
"A bravery so great, it rivals Godric Gryffindor's himself. I foresee many a battle for you. Ones in which you will always be left standing, a true Warrior and a pillar of strength for those around you. Loved by all, a most powerful witch indeed." The Hat crooned. "It'll have to be….GRYFFINDOR!"
The girl hopped off the stool and took her seat amongst her new house table. Thus began the girl's life as Hermione Granger.
Please Read and Review. I loved writing this and have many plans as to where this story is going, so stay tuned. Next Chapter: Mya's Birthday and she is introduced to all