Written by:: Always Cryd Confidently
Rating:: M; probably lots of explicit sex. Each chapter containing controversial content will have a big warning above the top.
Most book facts are ignored… I kinda stray a bit like usual.
Summary: Spin off an old plot. Hermione is a pure blood, but she is NOT adopted nor is she the last in a long line of powerful wizards. Hermione's parents were sent to the muggle world with no wands and obliviated memories as punishment for their crimes. The ministry decides that upon Hermione's 17th birthday that they will tell her of her blood status and allow her full inheritance of her grandparents estates since it skipped her parents. This is how her story unfolds to her becoming a prim and proper pureblood.
Prologue::
A thin, frail woman cackled evilly as a man howled and writhed in pain beneath her, the crucio curse was just too much for him to handle at this point. She stopped the curse before giving him a swift kick in the ribs.
"ANSWER ME, VERMIN! Where is the mudblood you're hiding?"
"I don't… I don't know! I- I honestly… haven't seen Jenna… since Hogwarts!"
"LIES!" The woman cackled once more as her husband came over and cast the crucio curse on the man again, causing him to simply pass out from the over indulgence of pain. "What a puny man. Riddle won't like this much." She began pacing in a circle around the unconscious man.
"Isn't this exciting? Think about it! A wizarding world where we are finally tarnish free! No more Mud-bloods! No more Half-bloods! Just us Purebreds! Tom Riddle says he can do that for us. He says he can bring honor back to our kind." Miseria Propria LaBronx gave a sidelong glance to her fiancé, Cliens Dementis Boudreaux. "You don't agree?"
"I like the idea of purity. Just don't get cocky and think that Riddle boy has all the answers." She stopped her pacing around, giving Cliens a warning look. "You would be wise not to put all your faith into one seed. Sometimes it may not bloom the way you desire." With that she walked away leaving the man to stare after her.
"You're a fool if you believe Riddle will fail us," he called to out to her retreating back.
"I never said he would…" and she disapparated on the spot. That doesn't mean we'll be alive to witness it.
"Jenna is still missing?"
"Yes, Riddle, sir." The woman gave a low bow to his knees, her entirety below him. "The man said he hadn't seen her since school and then proceeded to pass out."
"What have you done with him?"
"Cliens has taken him to the holding chamber to wait for his rouse."
"Missy…" Miseria cringed at the shortening of her name, though she said nothing in his presence. "With the proper clothing and tricks, that man would purr like a kitten in your palms. I think it's time we promote your uniform."
"Sir?"
Tom Riddle gave the thin woman a sly grin as he flicked his wand causing her clothes to fall off before him then transfigured into a short, black skirt, a tight, bust-enhancing corset, and knee-high, stiletto boots. Her cheeks colored with anger, shining rage at his complete lack of shame and consideration.
"I look like a common slag! I don't like this, Riddle!" She stomped her foot in anger for emphasis before he grinned maliciously and unclipped the first four clasps of her corset, allowing her breasts to pop a little farther out against the confines. His left hand's finger tips trailed slowly over her creamy pale cleavage as he let his right hand travel over her curvy waist and hips.
"You look irresistibly delectable; he'll want you for sure. Now get in there and make him talk or I'll make it your permanent uniform." His order was a malicious hiss that sent shivers down her spine; in all the wrong ways.
"You're vile. If I didn't believe in your cause, I wouldn't be here supporting you. You should treat your supporters more kindly."
"Perhaps my treatment shows me who really follows me for the cause or who is afraid?" He gave her an appreciative smirk. "Your honesty moves me, my dear, but your dedication to the cause it what has earned you the privilege of being in my inner circle. That dolt of a fiancé of yours is not strong enough or dedicated enough to be here, do not fail me."
"My lord, with all due respect, Cliens has a heart of gold and he loves your cause. He believes in you specifically more than I do. I don't care who I follow as long as they bring us purity."
"Unfortunately, your fiancé likes my power. He would lie to me in a heartbeat if it meant he could tell me what I want to hear. Those aren't the followers I want; followers like you are respectful but will be honest. Honesty is the key to our success. Traitors to my cause will cause my downfall."
"Sir?" She turned to him with wide eyes.
"Your honesty with me has me certain that you deserve inner rank. This is a decision I am satisfied with; do not make me regret it. Get the information and I'll let you get out of the whorish outfit." He came close to her. "But, to be quite honest, it looks rather good on you."
"Are you hitting on me?"
"I wouldn't say I'm hitting on you; just trying to boost your self-esteem." He gave her an evilly playful wink before pushing her to the door. "Get me the information I'm looking for. Whatever means you have to use, even if it means giving him a tease show." Tom's hands brushed over her taught bottom and he cackled evilly as she blazed with anger.
"Don't ever touch me you foul excuse for a man!" and with that, Miseria went to collect the information she needed.
"Don't disappoint me, dear sweet captive." Miseria's voice was dripping with venomous honey as she spoke, dragging a long red fingernail over the bound man's abdomen. "Where is your sweet mudblood wife?"
"I… I can't say…" The man was torn up inside.
"You know… we would spare your life if you tell us where she is."
"I won't let you have her! I would rather die knowing my wife and unborn child will be okay." The man was shaking with fear.
"Oh come now. We all would rather live. It's part of our survival instinct." Miseria leaned over allowing the man a good lasting look at her ample cleavage. "Perhaps mudbloods turn you on and you can't get aroused by purebloods. Perhaps you simply don't find witches like me attractive." She had a fake pout on her lips as she spoke. "Is that why you're protecting a worthless mudblood with your life?"
"I love my wife. I love my child! It has nothing to do with other witches' attractiveness." He sighed defeated.
"I think you're not being honest with me… don't you find witches like me attractive?"
"Not in the slightest. You're a bitch." Miseria gave an indignant hmph to his reply before slapping him across the face.
"Riddle! It's not working!" She screamed. Tom Riddle apparated on the spot and gave the man a malicious look of contempt.
"You have a couple of choices." Tom Riddle's voice was seething in anger as he came up. "One, you can tell us where the mudblood is and we can let you live. Or, I can go into your memory find it out then kill the both of you." The man's eyes got wide as the new words sank in. His wife was going to die either way, right? What is the use of both of them dying? The evil man's cackling brought him from his thoughts. "Well? You have five minutes. I'm a very busy man. I don't have time for these games. It's rather simple. Do you want to live; or do you want to die?"
"Of course I want to live. But living without my wife is…"
"You can get a new wife. There are plenty of beautiful, available, pureblood witches to feast upon. Surely one of them can make you happy after we dispose of the filth that you have married, and that half-filth you created."
"I… I can't… It's wrong!" Tom gave an evil laugh as he plowed through the mind of the man, sorting through every memory searching for her whereabouts. "NO!" The man cried loudly as Tom found what he was looking for.
"Leave him alive. I want to bring his precious wife and child to him before I dispose of him." And Tom was gone.
"I told you to just give her up. He'll bring her here and murder her right in front of you." Miseria sighed as she stood up. "After you've watched it, he'll just kill you too. It is so much more worth it to go on living without her."
"Would you want your fiancé to give you up like that?"
"If it meant I could protect my lover then yes. But, I didn't go outside of our kind. I'm marrying a noble and strong pureblood. I know my place; you should have known yours."
The ministry officials came in with a loud crack. "Where is Riddle?"
"Oh! You're just in time for the party!" Miseria gave a cruel smile as Cliens came over to protect her, two against ten all wands at the ready. "He's gone to collect some mudblood filth and bring her to join us." Miseria spoke slowly, hoping to rile them up.
"Miseria, we really need to get out of here. We can't wait for Riddle to come back."
"You're so quick to abandon your lord? When Riddle comes back we'll be okay. For now I'm second in charge and we aren't going anywhere." Miseria grabbed Cliens arm and dug her wand into his dark tattoo, summoning all death eaters to their location.
"Miss Miseria, you called?" A masked man came forth but immediately shrunk away when he saw the ministry officials.
"Why did you summon them Miss LaBronx?" The minister yelled loudly over to her.
"Well, it's not quite fair, ten on two now is it? Even if we were Merlin himself, we wouldn't stand a chance against those odds." She scoffed at his stupidity.
"Good, my pet. You've done well in my absence. You kept your coward of a fiancé present and got all my men here."
"Did you get the Mudblood?" She bowed at his feet as the other death eaters kissed his robes.
"I found her, but she was reluctant to come along. But don't worry, Higdons, I brought you a souvenir." Riddle threw the still, bloody fetus to the man who screamed in terror. "What? You wanted to see your child before you died right? Don't worry; she wouldn't have survived with the mother dead. I killed the mother after removing her. By the way… it's a girl." Tom malicious laugh cracked through the air as the ministry officials tried hard not to vomit. The Deatheaters were strong in their stance, unmoving, unfaltering as the smell hit them. "It's time to end it. Avada Kedavra."
And Higdons crumpled to the floor in a heap as the green light faded out. The ministry officials were shocked out of their thoughts at the sound of him slumping over.
"Riddle!"
"I do believe it is time for my departure, dear minister. I do hope we have time for tea some other day." And like that all deatheaters were gone except for Miseria and Cliens who could not apparate away due to anti-apparition charms being placed immediately on them.
"You two! You're coming with us!"
"As punishment for your crimes, though none ended in death by your hands, we have decided that you shall become what you hate most."
Miseria and Cliens, both bound and shackled in the hearing room, cringed at his sentencing. Muggles? Miseria gave a younger Lucius Malfoy a solemn glance. He would make sure that Tom Riddle knew where they were, he would come back for them.
"And so, we snap the wands." And Miseria cringed when she saw her wand snap in half, feeling a piece of her die. Cliens showed no emotion whatsoever as his wand splintered into two pieces. "And now… Obliviate."
They were given new lives far off in the muggle world, left to survive together with new identities. Miseria Propria became Elizabeth Jean McAdams and Cliens became Marc Jonathon Granger. They two attended dentistry school and graduated with top honors, getting married the day after they graduated. They had no family, only each other; but in three years time, they welcomed their daughter, Hermione Jean Granger, into the world. Neither had any recollection of the events that led them to the muggle world, and neither knew just what issues their daughter would face on her seventeenth birthday.
A/N::
Sorry, what did you guys think? How did you like it? Please leave a comment. I wanted to do Hermione being a pureblood, but I wanted to take a spin off the old plot. I hate how everyone always goes, "Oh! She's ADOPTED!" And I have never read one like this. So, hopefully it will work out. ;D I hope you enjoyed (and yes, I promise the next update I do will be forbidden memories lol)