It was the Summer of 1995. Everyone was at Grimmauld Place, worrying about Voldemort and what he had done. However, the brightest witch of her age was worrying about something else. Her life is a secret. A secret that not even Harry Potter, the 'Boy Who Lived' or Ron Weasely knew, and they were her best friends.
Hermione Granger watched members from the Order of the Phoenix walk in and out of Sirius Black's family home, knowing that something was going to happen. She looked over at Harry and Ron, giving them a weak smile. She knew that they were watching her moves and facail expressions, but the witch lead her two best friends on, making it seem like Hermione was worry about Voldemort.
It wasn't until a few hours had gone by and dinner was served when something happened. Mr. and Mrs. Granger came through the Floo Network with a girl, roughly aged 16 or 17.
"I will not take this behaviour anymore!" shouted Mrs. Granger as she came through kitchen, pulling on the girls arm with her husband hot behind her heels.
"Jean, what seems to be the problem?" Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, asked.
"What seems to be the problem, Albus? This useless girl!" Mrs. Granger exclamed as she pushed the girl away from her.
The girl who had just been pushed from the older woman had a smug look on her face. Her straight brown hair staying in place from the shove she had just received.
"Honey, calm down" Mr. Granger said camly as he touched his wife's shoulders.
Hermione was embarrassed and shocked. She couldn't believe her eyes. All Hermione wanted to do in this moment was to run up to her bedroom and scream as loud as she could as she saw her parents with the girl.
"What do you want me to do?" Albus asked both Mr. and Mrs. Granger, knowing their reply.
"Take this disgrace of a daughter from us, we have had enough of her shit. Neither, I or John, care who has her, just...just take her off our shoulder." Mrs. GRanger said as she then walked away, Mr. Granger following her.
Hermione was in shock She didn't know what to do or say when everyone asked questions about her unknown sister. She just sat their, staring at her sister.
"Nice to see you again, little sister."
"Don't even talk to me, Leanne." Hermione whispered, knowing that everyone, including the mysterious girl, could hear her as the kitchen went silent.
"Aww, Hermione. Don't be like that. I haven't seen you properly in forever, don't want to give your big sister a hard time now, do you?" Leanne asked, sarcasm clear in her voice.
Hermione said nothing, she just closed her eyes hoping that the tears wouldn't fall. The people who filled the kitchen were quiet, just watched the two siblings, not knowing what to do. Sirius then decided to stand up.
"Sirius Black, owner of this dump. Follow me and I'll take yo to your room." he said with a flirtatious smile.
Leanne smirked and followed the owner of the house. She looked around the 'dump' as the older man gave her a tour.
"Take it you and Hermione aren't on good terms," Sirius said, curiosity following in his voice.
"Guess you could say that," Leanne replied with a laugh.
Sirius stopped outside of a door and turned to face the younger girl in front of him.
"How come?"
"Meet Hermione Granger, Mummy's and Daddy's favourite little girl!"
Sirius smiled weakly, knowing what Leanne was thinking. Not being the favourite child, always being left out. As Sirius opened the door he let out a little sigh, trying not to remember his childhood.
"No one else is in this bedroom except from you," the Heir of Black said as he leaned against the door frame after he allowed Leanne to enter.
"Thanks," the eldest Granger said as she walked around the old room.
Sirius nodded his head and closed the door behind him and walked back to the kitchen, where everyone was still shocked that Hermione Granger had a sister. Whereas Leanne Granger locked the bedroom door and went to the window, looking at the scenery around her, thinking about her horrible past.