Disclaimer: I'm not writing this fanfiction to make any money out of it. I disclaim any familiar characters and/or any plots you read that are associated with Harry Potter. All rights go to the amazingly talented author of the books- JK Rowling. Any original plots/ story lines are mine, and any new characters that we may stumble across that aren't mentioned in the book or in the movie are most likely my OC's. This is a work of fiction. If, in any way, it resembles your life or someone's you know, it is purely coincidental.
Now, on with the story...
Hermione Granger's life, or the most part of it, was relatively simple.
A normal, everyday muggle life with two loving, understanding parents and several If-You-Need-Me-I'll-Be-There-For-You friends surrounding her.
She had the best grades, the utmost love her parents could give her and nearly everything a young girl of ten (turning eleven) could want.
But it was once that sunny Wednesday morning came, where everything she had known and grew up to believe, changed drastically. For the best or worse? Well that depended what side you were on, and sometimes it wasn't always the best thing.
Sometimes, in Hermione's case, it was the worst thing imaginable.
Chapter 1: Adopted
Date: Wednesday, July 24th, 1991
Time: 08:30
She would've thought, knowing her parents as much as she did, she would've seen them as the type who would 'ditch' the whole cliché sort of thing. But they were 'dentists', and had an avid love for cliché sort of things. So it was no surprise that they handled the situation as they did.
Hermione found myself sitting on the couch one sunny, Wednesday afternoon, facing her parents across from her (who were currently silently arguing with each other with their eyes). They sat on wooden chairs brought from the dining room, placed directly in front of her.
After a while, the argument looked like it had been won, as Hermione's mum had a triumphant look about her and her dad sighed, leaning back on his chair and rubbing his eyes. He then stared at her, his face dead-serious without a trace of sarcasm or humour in his eyes. Not even a tell-tale twitch of his lip. Which happened often when he lied or was joking.
She stood, fed up with waiting. Then he said it: "Hermione, honey, you are adopted," followed by a: "I'm sorry we didn't tell you sooner." That came from her mum.
You see what I mean by cliché?
Anyway, that's how it went. So yeah, as you can imagine, Hermione was pretty upset about the whole thing. And may have acted irrationally. But can you blame her?
Then the lights started to blink rapidly and the air started to chill, slowly lowering to freezing. The winds picked up, whipping her untameable hair around her reddening face, and swirled around the room, lifting up weighty objects and flinging them around the place. She was too busy seeing red to care, let alone notice.
But, surprisingly, neither of them looked scared. In fact, they looked as calm and collected as ever, drawing stick-resembling objects out of their deep pockets as they too stood from their chairs. Jean Granger mutter something that sounded like 'He warned us about this', before pointing the thin stick at her adopted daughter's feet.
A second later, Hermione fell onto the floor, head first. Scrunching her eyes, she waited for the impact but-
No impact came.
Although, the blue flower carpet was now the only thing she could see. Her feet and arms were interlocked; binded by invisible ropes; so she didn't bother trying to struggle, it was fruitless.
A flash of silvery-white light could be seen if she bothered to strain her eyes and looked up. Maybe then, convincing her of the magical world wouldn't have been so hard. Instead, she kept her face down, cheeks still red and fuming.
The Grangers, after sending their own patronus to a certain headmaster, disapparated back to the Ministry of magic to meet up with their colleague, Arthur Weasley.
The tell-tale 'pop' indicated the headmaster's presence, and a second later, Hermione's ribs clicked painlessly, her back bent and her arms fell limp as she was 'untied' from the invisible bonds.
Her head buzzing slightly, she managed to get up and saw a man with a long, knotted, grey beard, peering down at her through his half-moon spectacles. She smiled back at him, awkwardly, wondering what the hell she was doing and where her parents were.
"Hermione," the man greeted politely.
She blinked. Did she introduce herself without knowing?
Memory loss- it happens.
He smiled again. "It's good to see you after all these years."
Oh. He was one of those. You know, that relative that you don't know about, but know who you are, and, suddenly, out of the bloom, walks into your life just to say 'hello'? We all have some of those, but Hermione was sure, after ten years, that she didn't have any.
Guess she was wrong... again.
Braking eye contact with him, she noticed the shattered plates and various objects lying on the floor. Blushing, she tried to think of a believable explanation as to why they were even there in the first place. Shouldn't be hard to fool since he was old, with glasses and... wearing purple robes? Wait a minute, was that a matching, pointy hat?
Looking at him, he actually looked like a wizard from those fantasy- or was it history?- books, about a King's sidekick (?) Merlin. I think that was his name.
Yes, he had a beard and wore robes just like him, if the illustration was correct. Then again, it was an old children's book. Maybe he was one of those role-play people you see at those history sights people could visit. Or maybe he worked at a fancy dress store and was really clean shaved and wrinkle-free.
Still not noticing the loss of her parents, she asked, "Sorry, do I know you?", while trying to keep as calm as possible. Who the hell was this man?
"Well I'd be surprised if you even remembered." He chuckled. "I am Professor Albus Dumbledore."
"Look, I'm sure you-" unfortunately, Hermione was interrupted when there were two small 'pops' and a raggedy-dressed man accompanied by a pink haired woman crash and rolled into her living room, narrowly missing the broken plates.
"Merlin, Tonks!" the man shouted, groaning as he slowly came up from his crouched/ balled up position on the floor.
Did he just say Merlin?
"I am never letting you make a port-key ever again."
Port-key?
The pink haired woman- Tonks- huffed and swiftly got off the floor. She crossed her arms and childishly blew a raspberry at him. "Doubting my skills again- Lupin- are we? You couldn't make a better one if you tried," she commented testily, craning her head towards the glass doors so she couldn't see him.
Hermione suppressed a giggle and decided that she liked this Tonks. She was funny. But, she noticed, their names were original to say the least. Tonks sounded like some robot make. Then there was Lupin... as in Lupus? Wasn't that Latin for dog. Or was it wolf? She'd have to check that out sometime... And then there was Dumbledore. I won't even point out why that sounded unusual. Surely you could see it for yourself.
The young girl coughed, alerting the new guests. Their reactions were quite comical, really. Tonks- well she managed to trip over her own feet after seeing Hermione standing there and yelped in slight surprise. Lupin... Lupin had a (hidden) haunted, yet pained and guilty look in his eyes... until Tonks fell on top of him, making them blush as he chivalrously helped her up.
A blind man could see the affect they had on each other, but the lack of rings on their fingers, indicated neither of them could see it. It was rather sad, Hermione thought to herself.
"Who are you?" she asked, even though she already had an idea.
Tonks spoke up first, her cheeks going from red to pink to match her hair. "I'm Tonks, and this is Remus Lupin." She pointed at Remus and he gave me a friendly wave.
She then focused on Professor Dumbledore, and the baffled face on Hermione's face. Before she could catch herself her eyes widened, as in really widened to massive proportions before shrinking back.
"You haven't told Hermione yet, have you? Oh GOD, REMUS YOU IDIOT!- HE DIDN'T- SHE DOESN'T- CRAP," she trailed off, smacking her forehead with the palm of her hand with a resounding slap. They were meant to arrive after she had been spoken to. "I blame you for the port-key, just so we're clear," she added.
AWWW, Remus. Tonk's should really just go easy on him, it was her fault anyway. Oh Well.
This is my first Harry Potter fanfic that isn't a one shot and I think it went quite well, but if you see anything that needs correcting, then please tell me. Also, tell me what you thought about it in a review as I'm hoping to update this quicker than I usually do (if you've read INWYTIW, you'll know what I mean).
Till Next time,
Ebony'Wingz x
