Welcome to my Wonderful World of Harry Potter! (Isn't that guy's voice
annoying?) Anyway,
This is my second fic ever and my very first Draco/Hermione fic, well
atleast it will be in time.
Please R/R! I'd really appreciate it!
"Hermione Granger always knew she was adopted, and when she was little she often dreamed of the handsome prince and beautiful princess she wanted so badly to be her parents. She soon finds out her dream couldn't be farther from the truth. A Draco/Hermione story."
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, nor will i ever be so please don't sue.
:) ME
All I Really Want
Chapter 1: Discoveries
"Miss Riddle, you're really going to have to relax, if you don't steady your breathing you're going to suffocate the baby!"
"Relax! Relax? How can I relax? My baby isn't due for another two weeks! This isn't supposed to be happening!"
The young witch was alone in her house when it happened. Only her normal, boring routine of brushing her teeth was about to take on another meaning. She felt something wet and warm in a puddle at her feet, bending down to take a look, she noticed the source of her confusion, her water had broken. It took all the strength in her to hop on her broom and fly to St. Mungo's Hospital, and luckily her contractions didn't begin until she was safely lying in her hospital bed. Unfortunately, there were a few complications involved in the birth of her child. Her baby was breech, and the only way to deliver it was by surgery. Being a witch, the overall surgery didn't bother her that much, they had many ways to control the scarring and other repercussions that come from surgery. But it had been a while since her last contraction, and it was odd that no nurse had come to check on her in a while. Anastasia had been too afraid to call her husband, he often yelled if she interrupted his business, even if it was important, and she didn't think she was strong enough to handle a beating when she got home. He'd never understand how much she needed him there anyway. She'd never had his shoulder to lean on, even at times like this, and it made her wonder why she'd stayed married to him for so long. 'Because you don't divorce the most power-hungry, selfish, and irrational wizard in the magical community,' She thought to herself.
The alarms on her monitor began to go off as another contraction started. It was the second time in that hour they had gone off, and the staff hadn't given her any indication as to why. A few seconds later a frantic nurse came in. She quickly turned off the alarm and took a quick glance at the young woman's chart.
"What's happening? Is there something wrong with my baby?" Anastasia began to panic.
"Your baby should be just fine." The nurse retorted before giving her a quick but unsure smile before turning to leave. "I'll be right back with the doctor," she said before shutting the door. She could see the nurse sprint down the hallway after her doctor, which only worried her more.
"I hate hospitals!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.
The nurse quickly returned with a team of three nurses and the doctor. Anastasia eyed them strangely. "What's going on?" She asked in a somewhat calmer voice.
"Well Miss, it seems that there are more problems that we thought. We're going to have to operate right now."
"What? Why?" She hated when they beat around the bush.
"Well it seems that you are experiencing some heart problems as well Miss. Don't worry, your baby is doing just fine, its your heart rate were worried about. It seems to have slowed down to an unsafe rate."
"Excuse me!" She screamed at the staff, "What does unsafe mean?"
"Miss you really need to calm down, I'm afraid the stress of the early pregnancy has caused your heart to slow down so much that if we wait any longer you and your baby have a large chance of not making it through the pregnancy."
Anastasia was in shock. She sat there just staring at the ceiling until the doctor spoke again. "Miss? We're going to need to operate now."
"Alright, but will you please inform my husband of my whereabouts? Ask him if he can come here as soon as possible."
"Yes Miss." One of the nursing team left immediately to inform her husband. The remaining nurses began to prepare for the surgery. They cast a numbing spell on her abdomen, and a gave her a sleeping anesthetic potion.
By the time her husband arrived at the hospital Anastasia's heart had slowed down so much that the only thing keeping her alive was the spells the nurses had placed on her body. There was nothing they could do to get her out of the coma, even by magic.
"I'm sorry Sir. We did all we can to save her, but I'm afraid there is nothing more we can do. I'm afraid she won't last much longer."
"The baby?" He asked, staring at his wife as she lay there, lifeless. "She's just fine." The nurse said as a slow smile spread across her face. "She's beautiful, but I'm afraid we'll have to keep her for a few days to monitor her progress. There was no damage done to the child at all. You should be able to take her home in about a week."
"No." The man said blankly. "I can't keep her. Do what you will with her. If she is adopted, please see that it is to a muggle family."
"But Sir!" The nurse retorted.
"No! Do not cross me." His eyes were getting dark and cloudy. " I don't feel the need to explain to you my actions, just do what I say." He barked in her face.
"Yes Sir, right away." With that the nurse left the room.
He took one last look at his wife before lifting the spells off her body and aparating out of the hospital.
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Hermione Granger begrudgingly walked up the dimly lit stairwell that lead to her attic, dreading the fate that would become hers once she opened the door. Like most teenagers, earlier that week she had been complaining of having nothing to do all day. She assumed that her constant whining would cause her parents to take her out to buy a few new books like they had in the past, but little did she know that had other plans in store for their young daughter. "Why don't you clean out the attic? I've been meaning to get up there and sort out things to use for the block's yard sale this weekend, but I haven't had the time." Her mother asked.
Hermione promptly laughed. Once again, like most teenagers, she assumed her mother was joking. Like most parents.she wasn't.
She took her time walking up the stairs to the attic, but it was inevitable. If she didn't clean it out today, they'd just make her do it tomorrow, she might as well get it over with as soon as possible. She narrowed her eyes in the center of the glass pane that supported itself in the door. "I hate you," she grumbled as she took a hold of the door handle. She stuck out her tongue as she turned the handle, as she would have in her younger years. Taking a step in the room, she took a deep breath before walking over to the nearest box, that smelled of dust and aged cardboard, and began to search through its contents.
It wasn't until she had gone through 6 boxes, without much luck, that she fell backwards onto the floor with a huge sigh. Her arms and legs sprawled out around her, she picked up her dust rag and waved it in the air, "I surrender!" She said to the wood panels that made up the attic ceiling. She laid there for a while thinking about the massive amount of work she had left to conquer. Hermione had seen everything from broken Christmas ornaments to her parents gaudy memorabilia from college. She had not found one thing to use at the yard sale.
"I don't have parents," she muttered while struggling to open the next box, "I have packrats!" She paused as she examined the contents of her box. A groan of frustration could be heard throughout the house. "Junk! This is a box of junk!" The box contained a bunch of old bookmarks, some broken porcelain figurines that mush have been her mothers, half a deck of cards, and much more pieces that the Grangers obviously didn't want anymore. Hermione slammed the flaps of the box shut as fast as possible before pushing it as hard as she could away from her. It continued to slide across the room until colliding into Hermione's old bassinette. She ran over to the basket and set it upright, returning the bedding and doll that had fallen out of it during the collision. She looked the baby doll in the eyes and smiled, for she remembered it from her childhood. Hermione took as seat on the nearest box and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She was about to go downstairs to get a drink of water when another box caught her eye. The label on it read HERMIONE'S BABY THINGS. She sat on the floor next to the box and opened it. Her baby blanket was resting on top. She picked it up and smelled it. "Cinnamon," she whispered, for she knew her mother had let her suck on cinnamon sticks whenever she got fussy before she had teeth. She took out the few toys that were resting under the blanket when something at the bottom of the box caught her eye. Placing the blanket in her lap, she reached in and pulled out the manila envelope. Hermione tilted the envelope and a few pictures fell out. Setting them aside, she slid the remaining contents out. Amid all the stark white papers she recognized as her immunization records and various other medical records she saw a tiny piece of parchment. She dropped all the others and examined the parchment carefully. Her eyes almost popped out of her head as she realized what she was looking at.
"St. Mungo's Hospital, April 24th, 1980. This is the official birth certificate of one Baby Riddle. Born at 1:42 pm, blood type A." Hermione read and re-read the first two lines on the parchment. She always knew she had been adopted, but had always assumed it had been from a muggle family. "Baby Riddle?" She asked the paper as if it could answer her. The parchment slid out of her hands and fell on the floor as Hermione backed away from the box before turning and running out of the room.
"MOM!" She yelled while running down the stairs. "MUUUUUUM!" She ran strait to the kitchen table. "Mom," she said, placing both hands on the table to catch her breath. "You told me I was adopted from a muggle hospital."
"You were dear, St. Elizabeth's down the street." She took off her glasses and set them on top of the newspaper she had been holding.
"Then why did I find a birth certificate from a wizarding hospital in my baby box?"
"Oh, that. Well, that arrived on our doorstep a few days after we took you home We weren't really sure what to make of it at the time so we suck it in an envelope. But I knew, once you got your acceptance letter form Hogwarts that that paper had something to do with it."
"So.that means, I'm not a muggle born. I'm a pureblood!" She took a seat in the chair next to her.
"I believe that's what it means honey."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Must've slipped my mind, how's the cleaning going?" She picked up her glasses, placed them on her head and began to read her paper again.
"Slipped your mind! How could something like this just slip your mind? Do you know how much ridicule I get for being a muggle-born? Do you know how different it made me feel?" She was yelling at the top of her lungs and slamming her hands on the table.
"Don't get irrational dear, it's no big deal, just go and tell your friends that you made a mistake or something. I'm sure they'll understand."
" No big deal? No big deal! Mother, do you know who's name is on the birth certificate? No, of course you don't, you probably don't even care! I can't believe this!" Hermione stood up from the table and stormed back to the attic. "I can't believe her! No big deal, this is the most important news I've ever gotten in my life, other than my acceptance to Hogwarts and she acts like its nothing!" She was pacing back and forth wringing her hands together. Hermione walked over to the box and kicked it as hard as she could. It went flying towards the stairs and crashed into the door to the attic, spilling the remaining contents all over the floor. She sighed and walked over to the bassinette again, bent down and picked the parchment off the floor. Her eyes went directly to the bottom of the page. She closed them, hoping that when she opened them again the names would be different. 1-2-3, she counted in her head and opened her eyes. The signatures of Mrs. and Mr. Anastasia and Thomas Riddle stared back at her.
She closed her eyes again before collapsing to the floor.
"Hermione Granger always knew she was adopted, and when she was little she often dreamed of the handsome prince and beautiful princess she wanted so badly to be her parents. She soon finds out her dream couldn't be farther from the truth. A Draco/Hermione story."
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, nor will i ever be so please don't sue.
:) ME
All I Really Want
Chapter 1: Discoveries
"Miss Riddle, you're really going to have to relax, if you don't steady your breathing you're going to suffocate the baby!"
"Relax! Relax? How can I relax? My baby isn't due for another two weeks! This isn't supposed to be happening!"
The young witch was alone in her house when it happened. Only her normal, boring routine of brushing her teeth was about to take on another meaning. She felt something wet and warm in a puddle at her feet, bending down to take a look, she noticed the source of her confusion, her water had broken. It took all the strength in her to hop on her broom and fly to St. Mungo's Hospital, and luckily her contractions didn't begin until she was safely lying in her hospital bed. Unfortunately, there were a few complications involved in the birth of her child. Her baby was breech, and the only way to deliver it was by surgery. Being a witch, the overall surgery didn't bother her that much, they had many ways to control the scarring and other repercussions that come from surgery. But it had been a while since her last contraction, and it was odd that no nurse had come to check on her in a while. Anastasia had been too afraid to call her husband, he often yelled if she interrupted his business, even if it was important, and she didn't think she was strong enough to handle a beating when she got home. He'd never understand how much she needed him there anyway. She'd never had his shoulder to lean on, even at times like this, and it made her wonder why she'd stayed married to him for so long. 'Because you don't divorce the most power-hungry, selfish, and irrational wizard in the magical community,' She thought to herself.
The alarms on her monitor began to go off as another contraction started. It was the second time in that hour they had gone off, and the staff hadn't given her any indication as to why. A few seconds later a frantic nurse came in. She quickly turned off the alarm and took a quick glance at the young woman's chart.
"What's happening? Is there something wrong with my baby?" Anastasia began to panic.
"Your baby should be just fine." The nurse retorted before giving her a quick but unsure smile before turning to leave. "I'll be right back with the doctor," she said before shutting the door. She could see the nurse sprint down the hallway after her doctor, which only worried her more.
"I hate hospitals!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.
The nurse quickly returned with a team of three nurses and the doctor. Anastasia eyed them strangely. "What's going on?" She asked in a somewhat calmer voice.
"Well Miss, it seems that there are more problems that we thought. We're going to have to operate right now."
"What? Why?" She hated when they beat around the bush.
"Well it seems that you are experiencing some heart problems as well Miss. Don't worry, your baby is doing just fine, its your heart rate were worried about. It seems to have slowed down to an unsafe rate."
"Excuse me!" She screamed at the staff, "What does unsafe mean?"
"Miss you really need to calm down, I'm afraid the stress of the early pregnancy has caused your heart to slow down so much that if we wait any longer you and your baby have a large chance of not making it through the pregnancy."
Anastasia was in shock. She sat there just staring at the ceiling until the doctor spoke again. "Miss? We're going to need to operate now."
"Alright, but will you please inform my husband of my whereabouts? Ask him if he can come here as soon as possible."
"Yes Miss." One of the nursing team left immediately to inform her husband. The remaining nurses began to prepare for the surgery. They cast a numbing spell on her abdomen, and a gave her a sleeping anesthetic potion.
By the time her husband arrived at the hospital Anastasia's heart had slowed down so much that the only thing keeping her alive was the spells the nurses had placed on her body. There was nothing they could do to get her out of the coma, even by magic.
"I'm sorry Sir. We did all we can to save her, but I'm afraid there is nothing more we can do. I'm afraid she won't last much longer."
"The baby?" He asked, staring at his wife as she lay there, lifeless. "She's just fine." The nurse said as a slow smile spread across her face. "She's beautiful, but I'm afraid we'll have to keep her for a few days to monitor her progress. There was no damage done to the child at all. You should be able to take her home in about a week."
"No." The man said blankly. "I can't keep her. Do what you will with her. If she is adopted, please see that it is to a muggle family."
"But Sir!" The nurse retorted.
"No! Do not cross me." His eyes were getting dark and cloudy. " I don't feel the need to explain to you my actions, just do what I say." He barked in her face.
"Yes Sir, right away." With that the nurse left the room.
He took one last look at his wife before lifting the spells off her body and aparating out of the hospital.
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Hermione Granger begrudgingly walked up the dimly lit stairwell that lead to her attic, dreading the fate that would become hers once she opened the door. Like most teenagers, earlier that week she had been complaining of having nothing to do all day. She assumed that her constant whining would cause her parents to take her out to buy a few new books like they had in the past, but little did she know that had other plans in store for their young daughter. "Why don't you clean out the attic? I've been meaning to get up there and sort out things to use for the block's yard sale this weekend, but I haven't had the time." Her mother asked.
Hermione promptly laughed. Once again, like most teenagers, she assumed her mother was joking. Like most parents.she wasn't.
She took her time walking up the stairs to the attic, but it was inevitable. If she didn't clean it out today, they'd just make her do it tomorrow, she might as well get it over with as soon as possible. She narrowed her eyes in the center of the glass pane that supported itself in the door. "I hate you," she grumbled as she took a hold of the door handle. She stuck out her tongue as she turned the handle, as she would have in her younger years. Taking a step in the room, she took a deep breath before walking over to the nearest box, that smelled of dust and aged cardboard, and began to search through its contents.
It wasn't until she had gone through 6 boxes, without much luck, that she fell backwards onto the floor with a huge sigh. Her arms and legs sprawled out around her, she picked up her dust rag and waved it in the air, "I surrender!" She said to the wood panels that made up the attic ceiling. She laid there for a while thinking about the massive amount of work she had left to conquer. Hermione had seen everything from broken Christmas ornaments to her parents gaudy memorabilia from college. She had not found one thing to use at the yard sale.
"I don't have parents," she muttered while struggling to open the next box, "I have packrats!" She paused as she examined the contents of her box. A groan of frustration could be heard throughout the house. "Junk! This is a box of junk!" The box contained a bunch of old bookmarks, some broken porcelain figurines that mush have been her mothers, half a deck of cards, and much more pieces that the Grangers obviously didn't want anymore. Hermione slammed the flaps of the box shut as fast as possible before pushing it as hard as she could away from her. It continued to slide across the room until colliding into Hermione's old bassinette. She ran over to the basket and set it upright, returning the bedding and doll that had fallen out of it during the collision. She looked the baby doll in the eyes and smiled, for she remembered it from her childhood. Hermione took as seat on the nearest box and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She was about to go downstairs to get a drink of water when another box caught her eye. The label on it read HERMIONE'S BABY THINGS. She sat on the floor next to the box and opened it. Her baby blanket was resting on top. She picked it up and smelled it. "Cinnamon," she whispered, for she knew her mother had let her suck on cinnamon sticks whenever she got fussy before she had teeth. She took out the few toys that were resting under the blanket when something at the bottom of the box caught her eye. Placing the blanket in her lap, she reached in and pulled out the manila envelope. Hermione tilted the envelope and a few pictures fell out. Setting them aside, she slid the remaining contents out. Amid all the stark white papers she recognized as her immunization records and various other medical records she saw a tiny piece of parchment. She dropped all the others and examined the parchment carefully. Her eyes almost popped out of her head as she realized what she was looking at.
"St. Mungo's Hospital, April 24th, 1980. This is the official birth certificate of one Baby Riddle. Born at 1:42 pm, blood type A." Hermione read and re-read the first two lines on the parchment. She always knew she had been adopted, but had always assumed it had been from a muggle family. "Baby Riddle?" She asked the paper as if it could answer her. The parchment slid out of her hands and fell on the floor as Hermione backed away from the box before turning and running out of the room.
"MOM!" She yelled while running down the stairs. "MUUUUUUM!" She ran strait to the kitchen table. "Mom," she said, placing both hands on the table to catch her breath. "You told me I was adopted from a muggle hospital."
"You were dear, St. Elizabeth's down the street." She took off her glasses and set them on top of the newspaper she had been holding.
"Then why did I find a birth certificate from a wizarding hospital in my baby box?"
"Oh, that. Well, that arrived on our doorstep a few days after we took you home We weren't really sure what to make of it at the time so we suck it in an envelope. But I knew, once you got your acceptance letter form Hogwarts that that paper had something to do with it."
"So.that means, I'm not a muggle born. I'm a pureblood!" She took a seat in the chair next to her.
"I believe that's what it means honey."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Must've slipped my mind, how's the cleaning going?" She picked up her glasses, placed them on her head and began to read her paper again.
"Slipped your mind! How could something like this just slip your mind? Do you know how much ridicule I get for being a muggle-born? Do you know how different it made me feel?" She was yelling at the top of her lungs and slamming her hands on the table.
"Don't get irrational dear, it's no big deal, just go and tell your friends that you made a mistake or something. I'm sure they'll understand."
" No big deal? No big deal! Mother, do you know who's name is on the birth certificate? No, of course you don't, you probably don't even care! I can't believe this!" Hermione stood up from the table and stormed back to the attic. "I can't believe her! No big deal, this is the most important news I've ever gotten in my life, other than my acceptance to Hogwarts and she acts like its nothing!" She was pacing back and forth wringing her hands together. Hermione walked over to the box and kicked it as hard as she could. It went flying towards the stairs and crashed into the door to the attic, spilling the remaining contents all over the floor. She sighed and walked over to the bassinette again, bent down and picked the parchment off the floor. Her eyes went directly to the bottom of the page. She closed them, hoping that when she opened them again the names would be different. 1-2-3, she counted in her head and opened her eyes. The signatures of Mrs. and Mr. Anastasia and Thomas Riddle stared back at her.
She closed her eyes again before collapsing to the floor.