I have been wanting to write a pure blood Hermione story for some time now just to see how different it would be to have Hermione not be as everyone thinks she is or be as people always assume she is. The summary is basically an alternative reality where Hermione's real name is Arella. She is sent to Hogwarts to spy on Harry by her uncle in order to find information of the Lord Voldemort's fall and if he has the magic to be the new Dark Lord. I hope you enjoy the story.

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~December 29, 1981~

"There, there my little Dragon," Narcissa said trying to calm the wailing child, "Mummy's here, mummy's here."

She picked the infant up from the crib and held him firmly in her arms, rocking him back to sleep. Such a beautiful baby her son is, white-blonde hair like his father, gray eyes like his father... his father who is out at the moment.

Lucius was away on missions, throughout most of the year. Whenever he would get ready to leave she would kiss him as if it were her last and tell him to come home safely. It didn't matter what happened or what he did as long as he came home and joined her in bed since she has been laying cold and alone in their marriage bed in her husband's absence.

She knew he was asking for trouble when he joined the ranks of the Dark Lord's honoured Death Eaters. Of course at the time no one had a choice, join or die was practically their slogan even if they didn't really say it out loud, but it was implied and enacted mercilessly.

Now, he is out again, looking for information. There had been word that their lord had fallen, defeated by the hands of an infant child no older than her son.

Such absurd ideas people come up with, Narcissa thought.

She was a bit happy, although she would never admit it out loud. Did she agrees to the Dark Lord's belief and ideas if pure blood supremacy? Yes. But to enact it in such a manner was barbaric and unsophisticated for a wizard of his standing. Not that she knows anything about politics. The witch never wants to be involved with such issues. It was just her opinion.

The witch breathed a sigh of relief when she felt her Draco fall back to sleep. Ever so gently she places the slumbering baby back in his bassinet. She will not place her son in her bed with her, no matter how much she wants him to fill the emptiness. Her healer once told her that children are susceptible to the emotions of others around them. So no, he will remain in his room because tonight she cannot sleep and Narcissa did not want Draco near her for too long in fear that he can sense her depression and become ill.

A terrible feeling has recently overcome the witch and she has been having nightmares as of late, visions of horror, faceless people dying slowly, reaching their arms out to her for help. In some dreams they were pointing at her accusingly, the faceless people, as they scream and groan in agony. In another, she dreamed she was trapped in a dark corner and they were crawling in the muddy ground slowly advancing towards her. Then one grab hold of her leg...

She would wake up shaken with fear and reach beside her to find that Lucius was not there, he was gone like he was gone the night before, on missions. Narcissa never told another of her dreams, especially not Bellatrix. Her sister would cackle at her and tease her for being weak. She can already imagine Bella sing "Scared poor wittle 'Cissy having nightmares!" and hop circles around her, pulling at her hair. One would think she would grow up after having her baby but no. She's just like how she was before, a mean bully. Narcissa loves her sister dearly but sometime she can be really irritating.

The reason why she has not told Lucius about the dreams is because she is afraid of his reaction and words. He might scold her for thinking such nonsense and dismiss her coldly, though he has never done that to her before but there is always a first time for everything. Because of her nightmares, the witch has taken to having a house elf or two sleep at the foot of her bed. In case the dreams were a warning and she were to be attack. The only time the house elves are not with her is when she is with Lucius, since he would certainly protect her.

"Narcissa,"

The witch turned around at the familiar sound of her husband's voice. Gasping with joy, she runs to embrace him, not at all disconcerted by the small bundle he was carrying in his arms under his robes. Lucius returns her embrace with his free arm and kisses her lips.

"Is it true?" she was almost afraid to ask, "The rumours?"

"I'm not sure of it myself," he said, which wasn't a good sign, normally her husband knows everything. "The Lestranges are out looking for traces of the Dark Lord. They believe the Order has him." He informed her, "told me to watch her until they get back." he pulled his robes aside to reveal a drowsy little witch with hooded eyes.

"Hello auntie 'Cissy," the little dark haired witch said with a smile.

"Oh, come to auntie my little Arella," Narcissa took her niece from her husband's arms and draped the little witch across her chest. "Were you a good girl for your uncle?" she asks patting the two-year-old's shoulder.

"I was," she replied, her voice clear without the stumble in it like most toddlers her age.

Such an intelligent witch her niece is, only two-years-old and already able to speak so clearly and understand the adults around her. This only proves what their ancestral fathers have been saying all along, purebloods are far superior to any other lowly creatures among the Wizardry world.

"Dreadful weather out there," Lucius said, brushing away imaginary dust off the shoulder of his robes, even if he had not went outside the entire day.

"Let's get to bed, it's late."

"May I play with Draco first?" the little witch asked.

"Sorry love, Draco is already asleep," The witch said, then seeing her niece disappointment she added, "But you may play with him tomorrow."

Her niece's face brightened as she hugged her neck.

"Good night uncle Lucius, Auntie 'Cissy," she said after they took her into the bedroom they usually reserved for her whenever she visits.

...

"What's the matter auntie Cissy?"

"Nothing sweetie," Narcissa said forcing a smile, clearly the child wasn't convince but Narcissa was glad Arella didn't press the matter.

"When are mum and dad coming home?" she asked to change the subject.

"When they are done with their work." She answered, which was partly true.

"Don't you like staying with us?" Lucius asked

"No," she replied, looking longingly at her plate, "daddy normally lets me sit on his lap whenever we eat breakfast."

"Ice cream!" Draco shouted, disturbing the quiet meal.

"No Draco," his father said, "It's too early."

"ICE CREAM!" the child shouted louder, banging his fists on the table.

"Can't we just give him a little bit," his mother said, wanting to please her son.

"Narcissa," Lucius said calmly, "if we let him have his way now, he'll come to think he can have everything he wa –" before the wizard can finish his sentence his son was already eating a bowl if ice cream with a large smile on his face.

The wizard frowned at his wife.

"It will do us no good to spoil the boy, only make him arrogant." he said to her.

"Mummy's home!" Bellatrix's voice echoed through the dinning room.

"Mummy! Daddy!" the little witch hopped off her seat and ran to hug her parent's legs, since it had been three days since she last saw them.

"Hello my little owl," her uncle said from behind her parents.

"Good morning uncle Rabastan, uncle Barty," she greeted them polity and they greeted her in return.

"Miss me?" her father said, picking her up and putting her on his lap as he took his seat at the table followed by the others.

"Yes daddy, where did you go?"

"We went to visit some old friends of ours." her mother answered for him.

"For three days?" her daughter asked with a pout.

"Would have stayed longer but I couldn't stop thinking about my little witch at home," her father said, playing with her dark locks.

His daughter smiled at his words.

"Your friends must be really fun," their daughter said, "or else you wouldn't have played with them for so long."

"Yes, they were very... entertaining." her mother smiled down at her.

Narcissa suddenly felt her skin crawl. Her sister and her in-laws are so twisted. How they speak of torturing and killing people with such lightness to their two year old daughter who doesn't understand half of what they are saying is beyond her.

"Hurry and finish your breakfast so we can go home."

The little witch enjoyed her meal much more with her parents there with her.

...

"Mummy, daddy she won't stop crying!" the eight year old complained to her mother, her hair flaring red, annoyed with her cousin's crying.

"There, there love," Andromeda Tonks said to her sobbing niece. She picked her up and rocked her in her arms.

"It's not true! It's not true!" Arella screamed over and over again kicking and punching.

Andromeda placed her back down.

"What did you say to her?" Ted asked his daughter.

"Nothing," she muttered, looking down at her feet and fidgeting with her fingers.

Her parents stare down at her, by the colour of her hair it was obvious she was lying.

"Nymphadora Tonks," her mother said sternly.

"All I said was she was going to be staying with us now." she said quickly, "damn hair," she muttered under her breath. Because of her inability to control her Metamorphmagus magic she constantly has to focus really hard to stop her hair from changing colour and letting her parents know if she is lying or not.

"And?" Ted asked, having a feeling there was more to the story.

"I said she won't be seeing her parents anymore."

"I WANT MY MUMMY AND DADDY!" the little girl screamed.

"Arella, you are going to staying with us from now on," Andromeda said softly.

"Your parents... your parents..." Ted replied, cringing, trying to think of a way to tell his niece without make her cry even more.

"Your parents were sentenced to Azkaban for torturing – "

"Nymphadora," her father said quickly, giving her a look, indicating her to stop talking.

While covering her ears and screaming for her parents, Arella did not hear a word said by the witches and wizards standing around her, claiming to be her family. If they were her family, wouldn't she have met them before? Crawling into her corner and continuing to cry she wondered where the family she knew was? Her parents, Her Aunts and Uncles?

Not long ago she was home with her parents and uncles. They were playing with her in the drawing room, suddenly her father told her uncle Barty to take her. He took her into a secret passage on the wall and carried her away. Behind them she could hear her parents, uncle, and many others shouting and objects breaking. He apparated them to her uncle Lucius' house where he gave her to her Aunt 'Cissy and said he will go see what happened and be back soon. Her uncles nodded to each other before the one left.

She didn't stay with her Aunt Cissy for long; two men came in wearing red robes, very red robes. They said they were taking her and her uncle away, away from her Aunt. Arella, more curious then scared didn't say a word and listened, the men in red said they were taking her to her family but her Aunt 'Cissy said she was her family. They didn't listen; they only picked her up and took her away, away from her aunt. Her uncle Lucius was beside her, he told her to be a brave girl and act the proper pureblood that she is.

Arella nodded and held her head high. Remaining calm, she did not react when the man in red lead her uncle away. She did not react when the man in red apparated her to a small house and knocked on the door. She did not react when the lady answered the door and took her in. She did not react when the lady, who slightly resembles her mother, smiled at her and said her name, offering her sweets and various treats. She merely went to a selected corner and sat there waiting for her parents to come pick her up like they normally do.

Ally did not speak to any of the occupants in the house. Her mother and father told her never to talk to strangers unless her parents had introduced them to her. They taught her to not talk to strangers no matter how kind they were.

"People lie," her uncle Rabastan once told her. "And they receive some type of sick pleasure in watching you be deceive under their gaze," he said in a low voice that made her shudder.

Arella glanced at the woman, the man, and their daughter. They are twisted, pretending to be nice to her, probably laughing their heads off behind her back so she would sit with them at their dinner table, talk to them, sleep in the bedroom they said they had for her. No! She would not give them the joy of seeing her react to their false smiles and fake kindness. She will stay in her corner and wait for her parents; they will come for her soon. They will and when they do they will be disappointed in her if she gave into them, these strangers.

But it has been sixteen days, she counted, and her parents were not there yet. The little witch's heart began to ache of its own accord. She sensed she was growing weaker by the day, her days waiting in her corner. 'When would they come? When will her parents come for her?' she thought.

"Why are you always in this corner?" the girl with the odd hair asked.

Ally didn't respond.

"If you're waiting for your parents don't bother."

Arella still stood her ground.

"They're not coming back, you won't be seeing them again, the trial already passed."

Arella bit her bottom lip.

"They were sentenced for life in Azkaban."

"YOU'RE LYING!" Arella screamed in her face and cried.

She cried for what the witch with the odd hair said, what she was implying and for being weak and reacting to them. They must be laughing at her now. These strangers in their strange house.

Arella cried to herself, 'oh how my parents would be disappointed, along with my uncles and aunt. 'She cried for failing them.

"It's not true! It's not true!" Arella screamed over and over again. "I WANT MY MUMMY AND DADDY!"

She cried until she lost her breath and fainted. She was weak...

...

"Malnutrition, unkempt hair, wearing the same robes she left my house in – such great care you have been taking of her." Lucius sneers sarcastically.

"She wouldn't let us touch her," Ted argues.

Ally would bite and struggle every time any of them so much as tried to approach her, let alone touch her.

"Andromeda, I was speaking with you, not filth, answer me will you?" Lucius ignored the mudblood and addresses his sister in law.

"Stop it this instance," Narcissa commanded, "Arella is in hospital and all you can do is argue. She could have died."

Lucius' face tightens at her words. He was quite fond of the girl even if she wasn't his real blood. She is a bright and determined girl, never giving in. Such strong spirits, for someone her age. Earning his respect.

At that moment, the Healer who had been seeing to Arella opened the door to the waiting room.

"How is she?" Andromeda and Narcissa ask, rushing to the healer.

"She is in a very bad condition." the healer said.

Lucius scoffs, well of course she is in bad condition, having stayed with blood traitors and mud bloods. The wizard was already devising a plan to call his sister-in-law and her husband's child care into questioning and convince the Ministry to have Arella put under his and Narcissa's care. It will be simple with Ain St. Mungos.

"Take her," Andromeda muttered after the healer left.

"What?" Narcissa asked, unable to hear her sister speak. She was speaking far too low.

"She can stay with you." Andromeda held her head high.

Arella was suffering, she didn't want to stay with them. Her protest was clear. Andromeda held back stinging tears. Arella doesn't want to live with them. She had tried her best but the child does not want her as a mother. She does not want Ted as her father; she does not want Nymphadora as a sister.

"You can take her." Andromeda said.

Lucius stared at the witch, astonish by her words. Before at the custody trial, she stood her ground against him. Never weaving; not once. How determined she was to have the child stay with her, speeches upon speeches of how she will provide for Ally, love her unconditionally, give her a real family, a proper education, e.t.c. but now, she gave her up willingly.

Lucius and Narcissa exchange gazes, it was already decided without words. Arella was theirs now.

Just so you know I have wrote about the first 6 chapters so far I've just got to get it checked for grammar and spellings I currently do that my self but I am looking for a beta so if ur interested pls say so in a review or pm, whatever.

Peace out \/

Lauren- jade xoxo