Prologue
Name: Hermione Jean Granger
Age: Unknown
Status: Unknown
Family: Deceased
Further investigation will be done on the subject conducted by Headmaster Armando Dippet, on this day, July 31st 1944.
Signed,
Andromeus Bones,
Head of Department of Mysteries,
Ministry of Magic, Britain.
" Miss Granger we offer you a sanctuary here at Hogwarts. We understand that your previous lifestyle has been different then what we are accustomed to, and by no means does it change anything. I am sure that you will fit just fine" Headmaster Dippet said while reading through Hermione Granger's record.
The girl sitting on the opposite side to the headmaster said nothing, merely watched the man. Patiently.
" Miss Granger" another voice chimed in, and the girl looked at its source – Professor Albus Dumbledore " Might we talk after the business here is finished?"
The girl hesitated before nodding.
" Right, I think our job here is finished, don't you Albus?" the headmaster asked jovially, tying to relieve some of the tension the wild girl brought in.
" We still have to sort Miss Granger here into her house" Albus reminded the headmaster politely.
" Ah yes. Would you bring the hat please Albus?"
As the wizard went to fetch the sorting hat, Hermione sat rigidly in her seat, as if ready to jump up and fight.
" Could you tell me exactly where you are from Miss Granger?" The headmaster asked kindly.
The girl looked up to his simple brown eyes and replied:
" I am from the North" She replied with a tired sigh. The headmaster seemed to be incapable of asking anything but that. Seeing his patient expression she sighed once more.
" I lived in a village where the local wizard took me under his wing and taught me everything I know. He was my father, since I lost my parents long time ago, and he taught me how to live in the wild. We are the wild ones, you understand"
Before the headmaster could answer, Dumbledore came back, an old, tattered hat in his hand.
" There, this hat will tell you exactly where you belong" And with that, he let the hat cover the girl's head, before she could protest.
" Hmm, good day young witch" Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly " Oh dear, this will not do. What have we here? Some courage, plenty of that, but I see plenty of cunning and ambition in you… no, no, no, you belong nowhere, not in Gryffindor, not in Slytherin, not in Ravenclaw or Huffelpuff. There is one more place, a forgotten house, house of great and invisible strength, of maturity and special gifts. Yes, wild child, this is your place. Let it be – DRAKONWAFT"
There was silence in the room, only headmaster's whispered:
" Pardon?"
AN: Good day to you all, I had this little idea of putting Hermione in a completely different position. Let me say this, Hermione does not know Harry Potter or the future, or at least doesn't remember (there's a hint here ;) ). She was raised in the wild by a man you will hear more about in the next chapters. Hermione is, as you know special. Special in the sense, that she possesses ancient magic, and is quite anti-social.
Now, I am not saying any more, only that you review, ask me questions, remark on the Drakonwaft house ( I made a new one because I couldn't decide on which house Hermione should be in.
And if you like, you can follow my story.
No pushing of course
See you around,
Kay