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Write about the sudden rise of somebody.

I actually don't know what went through my head when I wrote this but for some reason I love it xD

Nobody expected it yet everybody did. Contradictions that made no sense yet were somehow understandable.

Hermione Granger had been deceived her whole life, manipulated, played. She'd never been able to have a normal childhood –her younger years filled with bullying and loneliness due to her random spurts of magic that she had never understood or been able to control. Then came the letter.

There were people like her! People who could control their magic and had remarkable powers that seemed normal. That was all she could ever ask for.

But things weren't easy. Mudblood. Know-it-all. Only a couple of the names that she was called and she realised that she was still being bullied, and was still different.

Eventually she became used to the way things worked at that school and even got friends and was soon fighting for her right to live – something she had never once doubted. They succeeded of course, all with scars which were both physical and mental. After all, they had been in a war.

But still, her life wasn't easy.

After returning her parents' memories, they informed her of her adoption in a fit of rage. They hadn't meant to ever tell her, tell the child that they loved as their own but they did and it was all too late after that. She worked on finding her true parents, spent weeks and lots of money – both muggle and wizard – before locating them.

Purebloods.

Malfoys.

The irony. The family who had made her life a living hell the most was the family that had been searching for her for almost two decades. It took a few more weeks before she was able to confront them and get answers, wishing she hadn't as soon as she stepped into the Manor.

Lies were told to her – the truth but she refused to believe it – and she stormed out, vowing to never see them again as well as sending a hex to her brother. Their lies plagued her at night, kept her deprived of useful sleep and so she investigated. More time and money was spent but she was rich now, a pureblood, a Malfoy.

The truth.

It had all been the truth in the end; Dumbledore, hoping to convert Lucius and Narcissa into spies for the order had stolen her when she was only a babe from St Mungo's. She'd only been brought into the world for three hours, nearly four, and she was already being used as a vital part of the war.

The Order knew. All of them.

Kingsley Shacklebolt. Minerva McGonagall. Remus Lupin. The lot of them. She'd not only been lied to her by her adoptive parents but also those that she had considered friends, allies and role models. She was angry.

The story was published to the Daily Prophet and she stood in Grimmauld Place, in the corner and covered by shadows as she watched Harry and Ron shout at the Headmistress of Hogwarts and the Minister of Magic. They were just as furious as she was. They didn't like her birth family and who could blame them? Neither did she, but they didn't like the fact that she was a pawn more.

It was their fault for letting slip that she hadn't been the only one to be taken.

Outrage and disbelief spread throughout the wizarding world within days of the story; Slytherins bowed and apologised to her in the street whilst her favourite shops gave her reduced prices on books and sweets, even the occasional freebee.

Many saw the calculating look in her eye as she walked through the Ministry, many also noticed the looks that she exchanged with her brother.

That was why, when Hermione Malfoy accompanied by Draco Malfoy, burst into the Atrium of the Ministry and shot the Minister of Magic dead before he could defend himself, nobody was surprised. Nobody had expected Hermione to announce that she'd be running things, guaranteeing that families would be able to keep their children and families would be reunited.

Nobody expected the innocent girl who loved books more than anything to turn towards violence and power, but everyone had been waiting for it and nobody could blame her.