Ultimate Hermione Competition II: Hermione is the Chosen One.
Quidditch Pitch: "Never." (dialogue)
Drabble Club: monotone (word)
AN: Hermione is sixteen in this fic.
"Hermione!" a voice called, jolting her out of her reading. She tucked a lock of brown hair behind her ear before setting aside her book. "Time for dinner!"
"Coming, Mum!" She pulled the blanket off herself and slid out of her bed. She raced down the stairs, clad in a dusky blue nightgown. She twisted her hair into a messy bun before sitting down. "What's for dinner?"
Her mother pursed her lips at her, putting her hands on her hips. "You'll eat what I'll give you."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh, fine. I just wanted to know, Mum."
"Pizza," her father said, walking in. He pulled out a chair and sat down, rubbing his hands together. "Your mum's spent a long time perfecting her pizza."
Hermione laughed. "Sounds good." She watched hungrily as her mother placed a slice of pizza on her plate. The cheese looked like it had melted just right, the perfect gold, with only a few spatters of brown. She licked her lips as she leaned forward.
They all jolted when they heard a knock. "Get the door, Hermione," her mother said. Hermione pulled her gaze away from the pizza and walked to the door, twisting the doorknob open.
"Er… hello?" she said, biting her lip. Her eyes became wide when she saw that it was her dreaded Professor, Severus Snape. He addressed her with a slight nod.
"Miss Granger," he said, voice monotone as usual. He curled his lip at her disheveled state. Hermione's father got up, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Excuse me, do you need something?" He pushed Hermione behind him.
"Hermione!" Tonks exclaimed, hugging her. "Wait till you hear what we've found out."
Hermione furrowed her brows. "What do you mean?"
Hermione's father waved a hand. "Come in."
Snape stepped inside, followed by a whole group, all dressed in robes. Once they had settled down in the living room, he started talking.
"Tea?" Hermione's mother asked, slipping on a polite smile.
He waved her off. "Miss Granger, we've found ourselves in a… predicament."
"Oh, stop using fancy words, Snape," Tonks said, laughing. "Point is, Hermione, you're the Chosen One."
"What?" Hermione blinked, lips parting in a gasp. "No, I can't be. Never. Renee's the Chosen One, not me."
Snape smirked. "As it turns out, you and Renee were switched at birth. You are not Hermione Granger; You're Hermione Black."
"Excuse me, sir, but how do you know Hermione isn't our daughter?" Hermione's mother asked, hugging Hermione's frozen figure.
"We did a blood test on Miss Granger—"
"Renee."
"Yes, Renee. She is your daughter, Mrs. Granger," Snape finished. "We've also looked through the memories of the nurses that helped you."
"I'm not a Black," Hermione whispered. "I can't be…"
"I guess that makes you my niece," Tonks said.
"Sirius? Sirius… he's my father?" Hermione asked, her bottom lip trembling. She clenched her jaw, willing herself not to cry.
"Yeah." Tonks pursed her lips.
"And… and my mum?"
"Marlene. Marlene McKinnon," Remus said from beside Tonks. "She was a wonderful woman, your mum. Headstrong, too." A small smile crept onto his lips. "You're just like her."
"She's dead, isn't she?" Hermione whispered. "I'm an orphan."
"Hermione…" her mother said. "You have us."
"I'm an orphan," Hermione said, shaking her head. "I'm the Chosen One, and I'm an orphan."
She may be the Chosen One, but she was just as lost as the rest of them.