A/N: Hello all and welcome to my fic, The End of Summer, featuring Hermione Granger and Pansy Parkinson. To get a full scoop on the story, check my profile. Thanks and enjoy =)
Oh, just a warning, the Prologue is written differently for a purpose. The rest of the story is written normally.
Prologue: Voices
Why me? Why is it always me?
Miss Granger, I know that this may be the most difficult thing you have ever done, but desperate time call for desperate measures.
No, I don't want to. You can't make me…
Yes, sir.
Good. Then, I expect you to be taken in by them sooner rather than later. Tom Riddle has always been fond of intelligence and the prospect of having the smartest witch of our age in his grasp may be too hard to resist. Power has always been his weakness.
If you already know his weakness, what do you need me for?
Yes, sir.
You are answering very shortly, Miss Granger.
What else can I say? No isn't an option.
It's rather a lot to take in, Headmaster.
Yes, I suppose it is.
No shit, Sherlock.
Well, how am I supposed to begin this mission? You don't expect me to just waltz into their ranks do you?
Not at all, Miss Granger. The way into the Death Eaters is by becoming one of them.
Me, a Death Eater?
How am I supposed to do that?
By revealing that you aren't a Granger at all.
Wait… What? How does he know?
How do you know that I was adopted, sir?
I'm the one who placed you in a new home.
Then you know who my birth parents are?
Of course! I also believe that you may already by acquainted with your twin, fraternal, I assure you.
Holy Mother…
Twin!?
Yes. Do you, by any chance know a Miss Pansy Parkinson?
No
No
No
This can't be happening to me…
PARKINSON!
Oh my. Miss Granger, please calm down.
I'm related to that nest of Death Eaters and you expect me to calm down? Oh, I get it. I'm supposed to take the fact that I was born to Death Eaters and am now using that fact to infiltrate their ranks and spy for you calmly? And you have the nerve-
Yelling won't do you any good, Miss Granger.
I suppose you have to call me Miss Parkinson now.
Not entirely. You still can be called Miss Granger if you wish.
I do wish.
Good. I see you have calmed. Is there anything else you wish to know?
Why did the Parkinsons give me up?
Oh… Well… They didn't.
Huh?
When you were born, I foresaw this conflict and took you for this exact purpose. I also obliviated their memories of you.
Let me get this straight. You stole me from my birth family for the one-in-a-million chance that some creature who was supposed to be dead would rise again and you could use me?
It sounds quite harsh when you put it that way. Wait! Miss Granger! Where are you going?
To the Common Room, where everything makes sense.
I have a few more things to tell you.
Then what are they?
The Parkinsons memories were restored and they requested that beginning in that last two weeks of vacation, you go live with them.
I think I'm a transfer student in Hell.
Well then, I believe the acquaintance is unavoidable.
Can you forgive me for telling you all of this now?
I don't know, but I have a duty to do anyway. I don't have time to complain.
Telling you that you are next year's Head Girl won't make it better, I suppose.
Not anymore. Good day, Headmaster.
Good day, Miss Granger.
