O.k. this is my first Harry Potter fanfic and well, a few things to know: 1) This is set in like the 1600-1700's (it's a year) and there is no magic, well, there may be, I dunno. So, please read it and tell me how you like it. Celebrytie
The Pauper's Daughter
Hermione's mother looked down at her newborn baby. The baby was, obviously, named Hermione. She was in good health, but the mother wasn't. She was going to die.
The doctor hurried into the room.
"Are you doing all right?" he asked worriedly.
The mother looked up and shook her head.
"I'll die soon. Take my Hermione to the queen. Ask her to raise her as a servant. Don't let her die!" The mother said clearly.
The doctor took the baby into his arms and looked at the woman who had spent hours for the baby for to be born.
"Madam, I will everything to make sure this baby lives!" he declared.
The woman smiled. "Good." And then slowly, she died.
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In the castle, the Queen Narcissa (A/N how do you spell that name?) had just finished giving birth to her son, Draco Malfoy.
"You will be a wonderful prince, my dear." She smiled.
A servant entered the room.
"What do you want?" she snapped.
"M'lady, the doctor has a baby, whose mum died. Can it be a servant when she is older?"
"Of course! You know what to do, give it a home, feed it, the whole bit. Now go away!" the Queen cried.
"Yes, Highness!" the servant scurried out of the room.
Please tell me what you think!! Thanks for reading and please review!!