"Are you sure?"
Humph, the nerve of him to ask that. Of course she wasn't sure! This didn't mean she wasn't doing it as planned.
"You know-"
"-you really don't have to-"
"-do this, there are-"
"-other options"
Hermione sighed, she knew the twins meant well but they'd been saying the same thing for weeks now! Professor Dumbledore was the one who had asked if she was truly sure about this and he didn't need a reply to know she was. After all, she was Hermione Granger, smartest witch of her year and part of the Golden Trio. Well, she was…
"Now boys, we have to leave in five minutes!" McGonagall's voice rang out through the headmaster's office and Fred and George sighed. They knew they couldn't be late to Hermione's funeral, fake funeral that is.
The plan was mostly their idea anyways, the twins and Hermione's. The Granger family had been attacked personally by Voldemort himself, similar to the attack of the Potter family years ago. The only people who knew of her survival from the attack were Albus Dumbledore, Fred Weasly, George Weasly, and Minerva McGonagall. Hermione had wanted to tell Harry and Ron so bad but knew she couldn't, it would cause too many problems for Harry who had enough to deal with already. Fred and George loved Hermione like a sister and she trusted them one hundred percent, having a friendship with them that no others knew of.
As the four left, Hermione went over the plan in her head again, sighing loudly. She was to be a Slytherin, a pureblood Slytherin to be exact. While she truly was not a pureblood, she was actually a half-blood from a royal line of purebloods. The descendents of Merlin. As a teenage boy, her father Hermes was the youngest of all the descendents and also the outcast. He, like Merlin himself, had the same purple eyes as the famous wizard and was the envy of all his siblings and cousins. Fawned over by many girls, not one seemed to strike interest to him, until he met Hermione's mother, Juliana Granger, a mere muggle born witch. While there was nothing exceptional about her, once he caught sight of Juliana he knew she was the one. Hermes was in love, but his family was horrified. The family was very traditional and life partners were chosen carefully, not wanting to taint the famous bloodline. Some even married to cousins and siblings! But no, Hermes heard none of it and married Juliana without a second thought. Together, they had two lovely children, a boy and a girl. While Juliana was the happiest she had ever been, Hermes began growing worried. His family expressed their disapproval and disappointment freely, and he hadn't heard word of them in over a month, it couldn't be that they suddenly approved. The only person in his family to ever accept his marriage was his elder brother, Apollo, and when he appeared at the front door Hermes knew no good could come of it. On the 19th of September, exactly a week after the meeting of the brothers, Juliana was murdered in her own home. It is said that Hermes was injured, but escaped. Their daughter of only two years to the day and son of three years disappeared to never be found. Until now.
'Hermes, Hermione. Huh" she thought. While Hermione wasn't actually her first name, she felt happy knowing that her and her father shared at least one similarity. Aside from her eyes of course, which were indeed a dark violet. The color had been hidden by a charm for all of her years and it was only by accident she had discovered their true nature. It was a spell, an innocent simple spell, that she had come across in a book and was practicing over the summer. For days she'd repeat it over and over but couldn't get it right, getting angered she looked in the mirror and shouted, "veritatem revelare!" and her whole appearance changed. That was the day her family was attacked and her parents killed.
The odd thing was though that Voldemort took one look at the "new" Hermione, and left in a swirl of black smoke, leaving Hermione with her parents laying dead in front of her. Dumbledore was the one who found her in all her grief, curled up in a ball sobbing. After fixing the damage, he apparated Hermione back to Hogwarts with him where she stayed for the rest of the summer.
Now she gave herself a glance in the mirror. Smooth, pale white flawless skin, violet eyes, and shiny black curls stopped between her shoulder blades that had a shine of fiery red in the sunlight. Her lips never changed, staying the same semi-plump light pink with a cute natural pout, as did her height of 5'5". For her age, she had a nice slim figure with curves filling out nicely. No one would've noticed though, seeing as she always wore baggy robes and loose, comfortable clothing.
"Too bad I cant keep this look for long," she thought with a sigh. Seeing as Voldemort had already seen her true form, to be hidden she'd have to be changed again. School started in five days, on the 7th, and her birthday was in 15. It was the day after her birthday she would "start" her school years at Hogwarts. In Slytherin. Thrilling, truly. Not!
She looked at the door to Dumbledore's office, he wouldn't mind if she slipped out for just a few minutes, would he? She walked over to the door and cast an invisibility charm on her self. After checking if the coast was clear, she ran for it. Throughout the hallways and staircases of the castle, she didn't stop until she found that one field where her grave was, were she was being buried.
The sight made her nearly cry herself, all of the Weaslys were there, even Bill and Charlie who had never met her with tears in their eyes. Fred and George did a nice show of fake sobs, but Harry and Ron had real tears flowing freely like rivers. It broke her heart and she wanted nothing more than to go over and comfort them, but she wouldn't because she knew she couldn't.
"they'll be okay" she thought to herself, and she knew it was true. Ginny Weasly was next to Harry, giving him a shoulder to cry on while she cried herself. Hermione was friends with the younger girl and knew of her love for Harry, they'd heal each other together. Ron, on the other hand, while being terribly upset by her death there was nothing he couldn't cure with a little snack. Food always eased his pain and cooking eased his mother, once at the burrow he'd be alright.
A few classmates showed up too, Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom were seen near Dumbledore. As far away as she was, she couldn't make out the others. Staying there to hear some of the heartfelt speeches, Hermione knew she'd have to leave soon. With one blown kiss to her friends, she ran back to the castle for her last day of being Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor Princess, was almost over.
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