Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling's characters do not belong to us, obviously.
This story would never happen in the HP books, so we're just writing it
for fun.
Where was she? Her little bed was empty, and there was no sign of her anywhere in the house. Continuing her search with increasing anxiety, Hermione Granger opened the back door of her house, a little brownstone in the City of Westminster in muggle London. The door opened on a large garden, which she shared with twenty or so other houses.
"Evie! Evie, where are you?!" called Hermione in desperation, as she glanced wildly around the garden, trying to locate her daughter in the darkness by her bright hair. After she continued to see no trace of little Evie, Hermione went back into her house, trying to deny the panic she felt. After a moment, she walked over to her desk and quickly scribbled two copies of the same letter, one to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the other to the newly created Department of Dark Activity Control and Defense:
Dear Sir or Madam,
My seven-year-old daughter has disappeared, and I most sincerely hope that your Department will be able to assist me in locating her. Her name is Evelyn Granger, and she has long blonde hair and brown eyes. Due to my friendship with Harry Potter, it seems likely to me that the Dark Lord is somehow involved with this, although I would not like to jump to conclusions. I hope you will owl me with your response soon. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Hermione Granger
Hermione quickly opened her owl's cage and tied the two letters to his leg. She opened the window wide, and it sped of into the night, while Hermione gazed after it tiredly. As she sat down in the armchair across from the window, Hermione thought about the important detail she had excluded in her letters to the Ministry: the name of Evie's father, Draco Malfoy. (A/N: don't get mad at us; we said this would never happen in the books.) Hermione thought back to the end of her Hogwarts days, when this had begun. She had been in love with Draco; no, infatuated was a better word, it couldn't have been real love. He had been the most handsome boy in Hogwarts, and he treated the girls in his own house, Slytherin, with respect, which proved he had a heart, or at least she hoped it did. Although he had been nicer to her lately, having gone a year without openly insulting her directly, only the Gryfindors in general, she knew there was no hope of them having a real relationship, for they were in enemy houses, and his father was a declared deatheater, while her parents were muggles. In her desperation, Hermione had concocted a Polyjuice potion, and transformed herself into Pansy Parkinson, Draco's girlfriend. In April of their seventh year, she had given a sleeping draught to Pansy and had taken the potion. Hermione had gone down to the Slytherin common room, to be with Draco. Shortly after graduation, while she was living in a flat in Hogsmeade writing How to Pass the OWLs With Flying Colors, Hermione realized that she was pregnant. She was excited, but also very anxious, since she could never admit to Harry, her best friend, and Ron, her ex- boyfriend, who had hinted that he might still have feelings for her, that their worst enemy was the father of her child.
Hermione sighed. Had she made the right decision, cutting herself off from Ron and Harry? Her loneliness in the absence of her beloved daughter Evie made her wish for their friendship now, more than ever. She had no one in the world besides her daughter, and now she felt truly alone. Hermione sighed again; she really was a coward wasn't she? She had never had the courage to tell Ron and Harry what she had done, and she had certainly never had the courage to tell Draco about either his daughter or her love for him.
Hermione swallowed hard, trying to hold back tears. She needed someone to be her friend, to help her find her daughter and to help her not feel so alone. That settled it. She would write to Ron and Harry. After all, how could two angry letters refusing to see her be worse than seven years of not speaking?
Where was she? Her little bed was empty, and there was no sign of her anywhere in the house. Continuing her search with increasing anxiety, Hermione Granger opened the back door of her house, a little brownstone in the City of Westminster in muggle London. The door opened on a large garden, which she shared with twenty or so other houses.
"Evie! Evie, where are you?!" called Hermione in desperation, as she glanced wildly around the garden, trying to locate her daughter in the darkness by her bright hair. After she continued to see no trace of little Evie, Hermione went back into her house, trying to deny the panic she felt. After a moment, she walked over to her desk and quickly scribbled two copies of the same letter, one to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the other to the newly created Department of Dark Activity Control and Defense:
Dear Sir or Madam,
My seven-year-old daughter has disappeared, and I most sincerely hope that your Department will be able to assist me in locating her. Her name is Evelyn Granger, and she has long blonde hair and brown eyes. Due to my friendship with Harry Potter, it seems likely to me that the Dark Lord is somehow involved with this, although I would not like to jump to conclusions. I hope you will owl me with your response soon. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Hermione Granger
Hermione quickly opened her owl's cage and tied the two letters to his leg. She opened the window wide, and it sped of into the night, while Hermione gazed after it tiredly. As she sat down in the armchair across from the window, Hermione thought about the important detail she had excluded in her letters to the Ministry: the name of Evie's father, Draco Malfoy. (A/N: don't get mad at us; we said this would never happen in the books.) Hermione thought back to the end of her Hogwarts days, when this had begun. She had been in love with Draco; no, infatuated was a better word, it couldn't have been real love. He had been the most handsome boy in Hogwarts, and he treated the girls in his own house, Slytherin, with respect, which proved he had a heart, or at least she hoped it did. Although he had been nicer to her lately, having gone a year without openly insulting her directly, only the Gryfindors in general, she knew there was no hope of them having a real relationship, for they were in enemy houses, and his father was a declared deatheater, while her parents were muggles. In her desperation, Hermione had concocted a Polyjuice potion, and transformed herself into Pansy Parkinson, Draco's girlfriend. In April of their seventh year, she had given a sleeping draught to Pansy and had taken the potion. Hermione had gone down to the Slytherin common room, to be with Draco. Shortly after graduation, while she was living in a flat in Hogsmeade writing How to Pass the OWLs With Flying Colors, Hermione realized that she was pregnant. She was excited, but also very anxious, since she could never admit to Harry, her best friend, and Ron, her ex- boyfriend, who had hinted that he might still have feelings for her, that their worst enemy was the father of her child.
Hermione sighed. Had she made the right decision, cutting herself off from Ron and Harry? Her loneliness in the absence of her beloved daughter Evie made her wish for their friendship now, more than ever. She had no one in the world besides her daughter, and now she felt truly alone. Hermione sighed again; she really was a coward wasn't she? She had never had the courage to tell Ron and Harry what she had done, and she had certainly never had the courage to tell Draco about either his daughter or her love for him.
Hermione swallowed hard, trying to hold back tears. She needed someone to be her friend, to help her find her daughter and to help her not feel so alone. That settled it. She would write to Ron and Harry. After all, how could two angry letters refusing to see her be worse than seven years of not speaking?