Default Orphan's Home
By: twinkle twinkle little scar
Disclaimer: Since I live in America, I have the right of free speech! I can say that I own Harry Potter. Unfortunately, I'd be lying.
A/N: Yo, peeps! Glad to see ya again! This is going to be my first long, real story. I don't have a beta yet, because I had another one but technical difficulties are preventing us from contacting each other! So, if you are an experienced beta who specialises in plot and character development, some grammar, idea formulating, and that sort of stuff, along with at least two nice people to give me comments on your work, please PM me! Thank you, and please review!
Summary: Hermione's parents are murdered by Death Eaters the summer of her second year (pre-CoS). Dumbledore sends her to the Dursleys. Is she being used as a pawn, too?
It was just a normal summer weekend at the Granger residence. Hermione was off at summer school, and her parents were sitting on the couch, blissfully content. Mrs. Granger had a book on dental surgery, and Mr. Granger had his crossword.
A creepily foreshadowing twinkling sound slowly became noticable. Unortunately, like Hermione so often was, her parents were in a stupor, hypnotized by the written word. Suddenly, before the Grangers had time to react, the house blew up. Two seconds later, nothing was left but a few fluttering pages of a book and fragments of wood and plaster.
"Looks like we got 'em, Macnair," a magically unidentifiable voice sounded. Two masked men came out from behind a charred rock to admire their handiwork.
"Yup, no one alive there. One less of the supposed "Golden Trio" left to fight our gracious Master," 'Macnair' replied in a high-pitched voice that obviously wasn't his/hers.
"Stop blathering. Let's get out of here before the Aurors and Obliviators catch up to us."
"Agreed."
Before dear Hermione Granger could finish her calculus problems, she was rudely interrupted by a quiet 'pop.'
"Who's there?" She cried. The Wizarding world had created a whole new kind of paranoia for her.
"Surely you recognise your own Headmaster, my girl." Hermione mentally reprimanded herself. Who else had a ten-foot-long white beard? "I have some bad news." Dumbledore's eyes sadly twinkled.
"Oh no, who died?" Hermione could recognise that look anywhere. Hermione had been told this many, many times. She had no other living relatives aside from her parents now. She suspected Death Eaters, as most of those funerals were held the summer after she returned from Hogwarts.
"To be blunt, your parents. It was an explosion. We suspect Death Eaters. Aurors and Obliviators are-" Dumbledore tried to talk fast, but Hermione screamed. She was obviously distraught, so Dumbledore popped a special lemon drop into her mouth. He had all kinds of lemon drops. This kind was laced with a Calming Draught and a few other things. He kept it specifically for breaking deaths.
She spit it out, but then it popped back into her mouth. That was one of the pros. A con was that Hermione was extremely sensitive to Calming Draughts, so she immediately fell asleep.
"Wonderful.." Albus murmured to himself. "That is extremely helpful information... Now, let's get her to the Dursley's..." Or as he liked to call it (even though it took longer), the Default Orphanage For Pawns-To-Be.
The pop of Apparation was heard only by the class hamster.
Dun Dun Dunnnnnnnn! How will the Dursleys handle yet another freak? How will Hermone handle both greif and disbelief? Read to find out...
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