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Chapter 2

Sir Hagrid walked into the Granger's estate. It was quiet. The type of stillness that sends chills down your arms. He walked through the front hall and looked into the sitting room. He gasped and rushed over to the body lying bleeding on the floor. An inhumane scream of pain tore from his throat. Lord Granger was dead. He called out for Lady Granger even though he felt certain that she had met a similar fate. He pounded up the stairs and gazed wildly from side to side as he called out for Lady Granger. Sir Hagrid removed the dagger from his waist line and held it out in front of his body, cursing himself for not carrying around a stronger weapon.

He heard a baby whimpering and a burst of hope filled his heart. He made his way to the nursery. His body shook as he saw the wife of Lord Granger, lying dead upon the cold floor.

"Mama, mama!" the baby begged pitifully.

Sir Hagrid walked over to the crib and removed the baby. He held her close trying to soothe her. Unable to stand the stench of death any longer he exited the house. Hiding the baby under his large arms he hurried over the Dumbledore Residence. He approached the large brass doors and knocked hard. The butler opened the door and was startled when the man shoved past him calling out for his master. Lord Albus Dumbledore came running out of his office. The tears, the broken man standing in front of him, the baby crying, it all hit him in one painful sweep of truth.

"He is dead?" he asked voice hard.

"y..Yes…they are b…both" the large man sobbed.

Lord Albus Dumbledore reached out a soothing hand.

"They didn't deserve this," he whispered sadly.

"Do you think he is gone?"

"For good...no, I think he will be back" answered Lord Dumbledore.

"What about the p…plan…how did he get the Grangers?" wailed Sir Hagrid loudly.

Lady Minerva Dumbledore rushed down the steps buttoning up her robe over her nightgown.

Her hand covered her mouth as she took in the scene.

"Not the Grangers…please no" she whimpered.

Her husband walked over to her and held her close. The three of them stood this way for several minutes. Each alone in their separate pain and yet together. Mourning a family.

"We shall send her to the Kings cross orphanage" he announced suddenly.

Lady Minerva Dumbledore looked up a disbelieving look on her face.

"What? No we can't! The child will be killed before she has a chance at life!"

"Lord Dumbledore ….she…she is so young…she needs a fa…family that will love her," stuttered Sir Hagrid.

"NO," the Lord of the house shouted now, a mixture of anger and pain, "she will be safest away from this all. Already people all over the country are hearing the news. Raising glasses to the girl who lived. The girl who survived Lord Voldemort. She must go"

And so Sir Hagrid left the baby girl in a basket outside of the Kings Cross Orphanage. And in the morning, when Madam Petunia Dursley opened the door to fetch the milk, a startled shriek left her mouth. Another baby to take care of. Oh how she hated each and every brat.

And so began the life of Lady Hermione Granger as nothing but another child in the orphanage. A slave to the owners. Hard labor, hatred, and neglect were to be the way she was raised. And she had no way of knowing that across the country, people all over, Ladies and Lords, common folk, everyone, was raising their glasses to the girl who lived, Lady Hermione Granger.

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I have this planned to be a longish fiction. I have already written out an outline for the entire story. Leave a comment, so I know if I should continue!

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