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Voldermorts Children: Ginny and Hermione?
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What if Hermione & Ginny were related? What if their father was Voldermort? Who's side would they choose? They're bethrod to Draco Malfoy & Blaise Zabini. If you don't like it then don't review. Mainly from Hermione's POV. DM/HG & GW/BZ. Hermione & Ginny are both 17 & in their 6th ( ? ) year of Hogwarts.
Last Chapter: Ginny and Hermione have just entered the room in the shrieking shack! What will they find? …
Grace's POV
I hugged my daughters to my chest, breathing in their citrus and floral scents. I hadn't realised tears were streaming down my face until they dripped onto my dress. I closed my eyes as I held my girls close for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime. All this time we had spend looking for them and they were right under our nose.
I felt Tom stand up and watched him walk, more like glide really, over to the old couch. He looked younger and happier than I had seen him in far too long. The rest of us followed him and sat down too.
The next moments I knew would be make or break time for our reunited, small family and I waited as Tom told our story with bated breath, terrified of our children's reactions…
Tom's POV
I looked at my daughter's and analysed their reactions. They were both taking it surprisingly well. Neither of the girls had spoken yet but there had been a lot to take in. They sat both with masks of unreadable expression, their eyes gazing away, focused somewhere deep in their thoughts.
I knew if I wanted to I could read their minds and find out what they were thinking but that would be cruel and uncover too much information, I wasn't going to use my daughters as a weapon against Potter. Not unless they want to help me that is….
Ginny's POV
I was numb. Not with anger or shock or anything like that towards my parents- I had no doubt about them being my parents now, but towards Albus Dumbledore. The man who was thought of as in some people's eyes as the greatest wizard that the wizarding world has ever seen. I was numbed with shock that he would take somebody's children away from them and hide them away for so long just because of some mistakes a person had made.
A venomous hatred towards the old man swelled up inside me as I thought about the heartache and suffering he had put everybody through from the bullying and seclusion and alienation my sister had felt to the pain and heartbreaking terror he had put my parents through.
My hand wanted to reach for my wand as I thought about all the lies I, my sister and the rest of the wizarding world had been fed, made only to show the twisted, bigamously towards my parents but I couldn't move. I was frozen. All I could do was try and slow my angry breathing down and watch the flames lap pitifully at the last charred pieces of wood in the fire.
Hermione's POV
The story I had just been told was believable to say the least but the pain and sorrow in Tom and Grace's eyes had been real. It turned out that we did have glamour charms on us to change us from our natural looks. This filled me with such vicious anger I was surprised at myself. All the teasing and bullying I had had to face over the years because of what I looked like had scarred my heart and soul forever.
I looked up surprised when Grace opened her mouth to speak. It had been tom doing all the talking. Grace had sat there watching us lovingly as if she still couldn't believe we were there, every once in a while gently laying a hand on one of us or stoking our hair with a feather light touch.
"Would you like to know what your true names are?" She asked in her sing-song voice, her smile lighting up her face like a ray of pure sunshine.
We both nodded, curious to find out our true identity and who we really were. I squeezed Ginny's hand tightly and she squeezed it back, turning slightly to look and smile at me. I returned the smile before looking back at Grace.
"Hermione, you are called Ebony Violet Riddle and Ginny you are called Electra Storm Riddle."
I repeated our names around in my head, smiling as I did so. "Ebony, Electra, Tom and Grace". They had a nice ring to them, entwining nicely and I could feel the strings of family bonds tightening around us.
Ginny took Grace's hand silently clutching it with a smile. I looked up at Tom as I let go of Ginny's hand. His green eyes glinted gently in the dim light and I hugged him, the smell of mint filling my nose and mouth. He hugged me back in awe and I felt Ginny and Grace moving beside us and I knew that they too would be hugging.
Our family, although small and hiding away in a cramped, dusty old room, was strong and loving and I knew that I could never leave these people. They had become part of me, bonding quicker and deeper than blood itself.
As we all pulled apart I looked Ginny in her brown eyes and saw my thoughts reflected in there. She grinned at me, our conversation over in less than a second but more meaningful than hours of talk, and turned to face our parents.
"So, what do we do next?" And her grin lit up her face, sinister and sly; her brown eyes dancing like the fires of hell itself and I knew, somewhere deep in my subconscious, my face was mirroring hers….
Thank you so much for all your wonderful reviews! I'm glad you all like it! :D I would really appreciate it if you could review on this chapter and give me your thoughts. I thought it would be quite nice to give everybody else's point of view on this chapter. I hope that the story isn't disappointing anyone at all so far! :D
Never tickle a sleeping dragon…
P.S Is it just me or do you quite like the rather sinister ending to this chapter? *Evil manic laughter fades away into the distance…*
