A/N: This is a fun story I made up following the little sister that JK Rowling wanted to put in for Hermione, but never had the chance to. For my story, everything in Harry Potter happened but Hermione doesn't know she had a little sister, so what happened to her? How will Hermione figure it out?

My ideas and inspiration for this story is from Stranger Things and Teen Wolf (and of course, Harry Potter). Please, let me know if this is interesting for you! Feedback is wonderful.

Prologue

"Twelve."

She stared forward, not looking at anything in particular, but ignoring him.

"NUMBER TWELVE."

The guards went to move inside the room, but the man stopped them.

"Don't. I know she's only eight, but she can be deadly." He said, his dark eyes fixated on the little girl with bushy, light brown hair. Moving into the room cautiously, the man sat beside her and Twelve began to growl, causing the guards to become more concerned. "Now, now, Twelve." the man patted her head. "Don't you want to help us?"

"No." she bluntly said.

"That's rude of you." he said, "You should always help those you care for."

Her green eyes locked into his, "But I don't care for you."

The man smiled, however, it wasn't a pleasant one. It was a smile that she knew all too well. "You really shouldn't have said that, darling." After that, everything happened so fast. A needle of some kind pierced her skin and she knew she was getting injected with a sleeping potion again, and just like all the other times, she wouldn't go without a fight. The men dragged her away from the safety of her room, but she went kicking and screaming. Others, who were like her, all looked out the glass window, panic stricken and terrified.

"NO, NO, STOP, PLEASE!" she plead when she saw the white room with empty potion vials sitting on a table. The horrid lights shined in her eyes and she blinked rapidly to get used to the brightness. "PLEASE STOP!" she cried, but the guards strapped her to the chair and she found that she couldn't move a muscle.

"Twelve." Came the voice of a woman and frightened, Twelve looked at the woman with the long, stringy black hair, her skin paler than snow and face gaunt. "What have I told you? Be good."

The woman was called Selah and she threateningly pointed her wand at Twelve, making the girl nod her head in fear. She suddenly felt very drowsy and knew that it was from that blasted potion. "I'll be good." she hoarsely spoke and her eyes then closed "I'll be good..." she whispered, "I'll be-"

"Good." Selah said, her red eyes settling on the others, "Lets get started then, shall we? She will only be out for a few hours."

AN: Confused? I'd be surprised if you weren't.

Unfortunately for you, you'll have to read the next chapter when it comes out to possibly understand it more.

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