A/N: I am trying to make this longer then the first one. Hopefully that will work out! Anyway, thanks for the reviews as well!
DISCLAIMER: I own the Great Evil, the Spitsters, Snake Shifters and Evillians oh and the plot, naturally!
Chapter Eleven: Revelations
A week passed with no Luna returning. However Lavender had three unpleasant visits from Bradley attempting to woo her back into his arms. Once Draco forced him to leave and twice, Ginny came forward and slammed the door shut telling him if he didn't leave he would experience one of her Bat Bogey hexes. Hermione stayed away whenever he visited. The wave of emotions she felt made her sick physically and feel like doing horrible things to those she loved.
Ron kept to himself, still furious at Ginny, Hermione, and Lavender for how they treated Luna. Nothing they said made him see sense. He just wasn't ready to accept that the Luna he loved was gone.
Finally a Monday came and in a week the voting for the Minister or Mistress for Magic would take place. Hermione had a week of interviews and public appearances to make and was nervous.
"If only February fifth would come," said Hermione to Draco as she did her cloak up over her muggle clothing – a knee length grey business skirt, white blouse, and a grey business jacket. She checked her black-heeled shoes were scuff free and gave a sigh.
"Hey, you will be fine. You will win. Everyone is saying that," said Draco wrapping his arms around Hermione's waist, resting his head on her shoulder looking at her in the mirror, "Besides, you know you have my vote."
Hermione sighed and nodded, "I know. I doubt I have Ron's."
"You do. He is just really confused at the moment I guess. Don't let his mood get to you."
Hermione turned to face Draco and kissed him passionately. Draco pulled back a bit a cheeky look in his eyes.
"So, when do you have to leave?" he murmured.
"An hour. You?"
"I can be in late," chuckled Draco before capturing Hermione's lips again.
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"There has to be a cure for morning sickness," moaned Ginny sitting on her bed with her head in her hands as Harry finished tying his shoes up beside her.
"You know… I was thinking," said Harry glancing at Ginny furtively as he stood, "I know this is our home and we have a room for the baby… but what about getting a place of our own, here in Hogsmeade of course."
Ginny looked up at Harry in surprise, "Why?"
"Well," said Harry slowly, "It's just that I know you want more then one child. And with evil arriving unannounced all the time… isn't it unsafe for our child to live here?"
Ginny said nothing and Harry simply kissed her on the cheek and left. Ginny remained looking at where Harry had been standing moments ago and sighed. He wanted to move out, into their own place. Away from where everything was and happened. Sure Ginny understood where Harry was coming from. She wasn't going to deny that the thought hadn't crossed her mind. It had, tonnes of times since finding out she was pregnant once again.
Ginny placed a hand on her flat stomach. In two weeks she would be a full month into the pregnancy. She knew, after three months she could relax a little bit, but until then she was remaining on her guard. She stood and dressed. She didn't have to go to work till the afternoon seeing as she had morning sickness. But starting in the afternoon also meant she didn't finish till 12am, even though she started at 12pm. She headed downstairs rolling her eyes as she heard giggling from behind Hermione's door.
"Morning," said Lavender cheerfully as she hurried to the living room and grabbing a folder for work, "Sorry I can't stay to chat. I have to get to Scrimgeour's press conference. No doubt he will try to tarnish Hermione's reputation. Where is she? She has a tonne of things to do today."
"Releasing some tension with Draco," replied Ginny earning a silent 'oh' from Lavender who left soon after. Ginny walked around and picked up a few things that didn't belong where they were. As she returned from putting Harry's socks in the laundry a knock sounded from the front door. As she headed to it Hermione came running downstairs doing up her cloak and smoothing her hair over.
"I'm running late," sighed Hermione grabbing her bag of important papers.
"I gathered that," said Ginny before opening the front door, "Mrs Granger!"
Hermione looked over at the door in surprise, "Mum. Dad has called me three times asking about you… which is odd."
Lynette walked in with a tight smile, "That's kind of what I came to talk to you about."
Hermione frowned, sensing her mother's guilt and sadness at once. Problem was Hermione was really short of time. She reached into her bag and pulled out her itinerary, "I have two hours spare at 12."
"I have to say this now or I never will and I don't want you to hear it from anyone else."
Hermione nodded understanding what her mother had to say was important. Ginny headed upstairs mumbling something about a shower.
"We should sit down," suggested Lynette gesturing to the dining room.
Hermione headed in knowing full well she would be late for her meet and greet. Lynette's hands were shaking slightly as she placed them on the table.
"Mum, what is it? Have the Doctors given you more bad news?" asked Hermione worriedly.
"Hermione I lied," said Lynette in a shaky voice with tears in her eyes, "I haven't got cancer. That was a cover up. I never meant to say it… when I told you I was meant to tell you something else altogether."
Hermione didn't know what to say. She felt as if someone had sucked all thoughts and actions from her mind. She simply looked at her mother silently.
"It has taken me all week to find the courage to come and tell you this. If it wasn't for Molly I don't think I would have," rambled Lynette trying to speak evenly, "Y-your father and I. I left your father."
"What?" said Hermione suddenly leaning back in her seat as she finally spoke, "You what?"
Lynette took a deep breath, "Your father and Aunty Fiona were having an affair. I caught them last week at home."
Lynette let out a sob placing a hand over her mouth as tears rolled down her cheeks. Hermione blinked back tears trying her hardest to process the news the best she could. She knew these days affairs were a common thing but she never once suspected her parents would be that way.
"Your f-father loves you Hermione. H-He is living with your Aunt now."
Hermione just nodded and stood up, "Y-you had me b-believing that you… you… had cancer… I'd just come to accept that-" Hermione broke off as she turned and left with a crack, not taking her bag with her. Lynette let out a loud sob, the sound of the front door opening and closing with Molly hurrying in trying to soothe her heart broken friend.
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"Please welcome," came a loud professional announcers voice, "The Minister of Magic, the people's man – Rufus Scrimgeour!"
Lavender rolled her eyes as people applauded, "Puh-lease. Could this crowd be any more fake?"
"A Hermione supporter?" asked Parvati pushing her way to beside Lavender, "I just came from her meet, and greet- she didn't turn up."
Lavender looked down at her mark but saw all triangles were normal. She frowned; perhaps something personal had come up? Hermione wouldn't abandon her work for a simple reason.
"Good morning my good people!" came Scrimgeour, "I am glad to see so many supportive faces in the crowd – well you wouldn't be here if you didn't support me right?" He paused for the non-existent chuckles and cleared his throat awkwardly to continue, "Unlike my competitor would have you believe, I do care for my people and I do listen…" The rambles continued with Lavender counting up to twenty times that she rolled her eyes or scoffed at his comments, "So please, in conclusion vote for me if you want me to keep things the way they are and our world secret from prying muggle eyes. Thankyou."
"And what's the bet this crowd get paid an extra twenty galleons if they clap and whistle?" said Lavender smugly to Parvati before walking off leaving Parvati looking at her back in disbelief.
Lavender arrived back at work to find Jerry hurrying about like crazy. At the sight of Lavender he came running over.
"Where is she?" demanded Jerry, "She didn't show up! I had to tell people she had a friend write in saying she was sick with a contagious virus and that the meet and greet will be tomorrow morning!"
Lavender frowned, "I left before she left her room this morning. And I have the Minister's speech. I swear that man needed a change of robes after he had finished emptying his bowels from his mouth."
Jerry nodded, "I have sent Hermione five letters and not one response! Did something… what does Arthur call it? Ah! Charmed. Did Charmed stuff happen this morning?"
"No. Look, something is up with her Mum… maybe something happened there urgently. Hermione wouldn't blow anything off without a serious reason," said Lavender reassuringly with Jerry nodding as he calmed down, "So, want to read this speech Scrimgeour gave but obviously didn't write?"
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Ginny entered the kitchen an hour later and jumped at the sight of her mother making coffees, "Mum. What are you doing here?"
"Calming Lynette down," sighed Molly stirring one of the coffees.
"Did Hermione and Mrs Granger have an argument?" asked Ginny worriedly.
"Sort of. Have you seen Hermione? Is she in the room?"
"No. She had a political thing on today. A heap of them I think."
Molly sighed and nodded, "Don't you have work?"
"Yeah. I have come to start organising lunch and dinner. Harry would rather I eat healthy nutritious meals then the junk from the cafeteria at work."
"And so you should. Harry is thinking of your wellbeing and the babies," said Molly with a nod before leaving to go to the living room where Lynette now sat.
Ginny went about making her meals silently. Subconsciously she glanced down at her mark with a slight frown. She took a deep breath thinking her self silly. Nothing was wrong with Hermione, she was fine, just busy with work leading up to voting day.
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"Fancy finding the future Mistress for Magic alone here by a haunted house," came a drawling voice, followed by Hermione being hit with a wave of hate.
Hermione took a deep breath and blinked a few times to clear her blurry vision. She turned to Bradley with a frown, "What do you want?"
"I was taking a peaceful walk around, getting to know Hogsmeade when I stumbled upon you, here… alone."
"I'd prefer it if you would make it alone again," snapped Hermione irritably.
"Been crying, I see? Now miserable emotions should never be dealt with alone."
Hermione suddenly felt a nasty desire to strangle the annoying, pathetic man until he gave one last shuddering gasp for life. She closed her eyes in alarm hoping against hope that he would take a hint and leave her be.
"Oh the cold shoulder," he sniggered, "Really mature for a what, 22 year old?"
Hermione turned to him, glaring angrily, "I would sincerely appreciate it if you would leave now, preferably for America!"
Hermione continued glaring at him but gasped as she saw his eyes flash red. She stood up from the rock she had been sitting on and stumbled backwards. That was not normal.
"Scared of me now?" asked Bradley stepping forwards.
"Who are you?" demanded Hermione backing away from him.
"Bradley Leigh."
"Who are you really? I-I saw your eyes… are you a Shape Shifter?"
"No… no but I do remember killing one to gain their powers," said Bradley thoughtfully.
Hermione pressed her thumb to her mark urgently calling for Ginny and Lavender. This man was not normal… this man was the Great Evil in disguise.
"No, no," said Bradley jumping forward and yanking Hermione's hand away from her mark, "I can't let you go about calling your buddies. To scared to fight me alone, hmm?"
"You're the Great Evil," hissed Hermione as he pressed her against a tree, "Why were you trying to win Lavender over? What's your plan?"
"Originally I wanted to gain your trust… then turn it against you. But then you gained the power of Empathy and realised how much your pathetic Unknown was in love with you and you started to sense I wasn't normal."
"I knew you weren't normal long before I could read your emotions," replied Hermione struggling against his hold, "But once my mark knows I need help Ginny and Lavender's will burn and they will know I need them."
"Who says you will be alive then?" asked the Great Evil placing a hand around Hermione's throat, "If I kill you I could convert you into a Spitster… then I would have two… with only one to go."
"I'm not bitter," snapped Hermione coldly.
"But dear old Dad did the dirty on your mother. Surely you must be furious at him for doing that, long to seek revenge maybe?"
"Let her go!"
"Draco," whispered Hermione.
The Great Evil turned, still in the form of Bradley. One hand shot out and a bolt of white light hit Draco directly in the chest, sending him flying into a tree.
"DRACO!" screamed Hermione struggling harder. She glared directly at the Great Evil, anger swelling through her. Suddenly white light burst from her hand throwing him off her. He landed with a thud a few feet away from Hermione. Hermione dropped to the ground from where he had pinned her against the tree. She stood up and waved her hand, a small, yet powerful tornado shooting at him as he stood up, knocking him backwards again. With a glare at Hermione he left.
"Draco!" cried Hermione running over to him and kneeling down and shaking him, "Wake up… wake up."
She slid back his robe and gasped at the horrible red burn from where he had been hit. She touched his face; glad to feel it was still warm. Holding onto his arm tightly she apperated them both back to the house.
"HELP!" screamed Hermione standing up from the entry hall floor, "GINNY! GINNY!"
Ginny came bursting from the kitchen as Molly and Lynette hurried out of the living room.
"The Great Evil… he… he's Bradley and he attacked me and Draco came and he hurt Draco… he's hurt, help him!" stammered Hermione hurriedly as Molly pulled her back.
Ginny knelt beside Draco inspecting the injury, "I have nothing for this. We need another Unknown or-"
"Let us."
Everyone looked behind them in surprise to see Lily and James. Both hurried forward and knelt beside Draco setting to work. Hermione was shaking like crazy, a bruise forming around her neck from where the Great Evil had held her. Ginny was pacing while Lynette was glancing at her daughter every few moments. Molly still had a firm hold on Hermione's shoulders.
"I just got the call," said Lavender arriving with a pop. She looked down at Draco and the Unknowns and at Ginny but upon seeing she was in one piece she turned to Hermione and gaped at the bruises, "Oh Merlin's beard. What happened?"
No one said anything as Lily stood. James helped a groggy Draco sit up, patting him on the back.
"Is he okay?" asked Hermione still shaking slightly.
"He is in one piece," said Lily before reaching out and healing Hermione's marks, "You have made us all proud. You stood your ground and scared the Great Evil off. However we feel he will find a way to strike back. He wants you Lavender."
"Me?" said Lavender giving the same surprised look to Lily that everyone else, who was standing, was giving.
Lily nodded but turned to James who had helped Draco stand. Hermione pulled from Molly's hold and hugged Draco tightly, sobbing into his chest.
"You shouldn't of come," said Hermione pulling away.
Draco gave her a gentle smile, "I'm alive, and that's what matters."
"Why does he want Lavender?" asked Ginny.
"He wants Lavender to father his child," said James seriously, "Believe or not, the Great Evil has human emotions and the ones he has are feelings for you, Lavender. He will stop at nothing to get you pregnant. Even if it means murdering Oliver."
"This is just brilliant," said Ginny, "Luna wants to kill Ron and now the Great Evil wants to knock Lavender up and take out Oliver in the process. Plus he just tried to kill Hermione and Draco."
"Which is why Luna must be dealt with quickly," said Lily seriously, "As powerful as you three are you cannot deal with the Spitsters and the Great Evil in unison."
"We know how to deal with Luna… we just need to work on the plan and talk Ron into it," said Hermione looking less shaky now that Draco was healed.
James gave a frown, "We can hold the Great Evil off until you have dealt with Luna and the repercussions."
"That is powerful magic," said Draco instantly understanding what James was speaking about, "Won't you need full agreement from the other Heads?"
James nodded, "Definitely. It could take us two days to sort it out and gain full support."
Hermione, Ginny, and Lavender swapped confused looks. None of them knew what was going on now.
"We should go and discuss it with the others," said Lily touching James arm lightly before looking at Hermione, Ginny, and Lavender in turn, "Work on the Luna issue. If the Great Evil returns hold him off the best you can. But he most likely won't for some time. However, finding Oliver would be wise."
James and Lily left leaving the other's standing around silently. Lavender cleared her throat a few moments later and readjusted her bag strap.
"I have to find Oliver," said Lavender, "He, he needs to know."
Ginny nodded and Lavender left, "I'm going to find some spells to use on Luna. Mum… can you get Ron? Maybe make him understand. He'll listen to you."
Molly nodded and looked at Lynette, "Lyn, perhaps you should come with me?"
Lynette looked at Hermione, who turned and headed to the kitchen, ignoring her mother. Draco gave Lynette a curious look but hurried off after Hermione.
"Give her some space," said Molly, "Come on."
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Lavender hurried across the pitch as she spotted Oliver jogging around the Quidditch pitch in a work out session.
"Oliver!" called Lavender, "Oliver!"
Oliver glanced over his shoulder and stopped as he saw Lavender jogging over to him, "Hey Gorgeous!"
Lavender managed a smile and glanced around her nervously, "Bradley Leigh is the Great Evil. The reason why he keeps trying to break us up is because he wants me to have his child. He will kill you to get to me, Oliver."
Oliver frowned as Lavender gripped his hands tightly, "He wants you to what?"
"Have his child! His heir! Do you understand?"
Oliver nodded and Lavender took a deep breath to try and calm down. Oliver pulled her into a hug sensing her panic.
"You have to come home with me," said Lavender pulling back a bit, "It'll be safer there, and he will be less likely to come find you. Please Oliver, I love you, and I don't want him to kill you."
Oliver nodded and Lavender kissed him on the lips before both apperated back to the house. As they arrived Ginny came down stairs looking irritable, "Bloody got to go to work. Where did the morning go?"
Lavender didn't reply as she frowned looking worried.
"He won't get you here," said Ginny, "Besides, the heads are working on something. I'll see you both later."
Lavender nodded and Oliver wrapped his arms around Lavender, "Come on. Lets go sit, okay?"
Lavender nodded and let Oliver lead her to the living room to try and relax, which she knew was near to impossible.
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Draco looked at Hermione in surprise as she explained her mother's revelation earlier that day. Hermione angrily ground up beetle wings as she worked on making a batch of calming potions. She knew with everything happening they would be needed more then once. She shoved the bowl aside and began chopping up lavender plant roots.
"So you're angry with your mother?" asked Draco carefully.
"Yes."
"What about your father?"
"Furious with him as well. And my Aunt… if she sees me… remind me it is a criminal offence to use magic on someone if it is not in self defence, will you?" requested Hermione tipping the crushed beetle wings and lavender roots into a medium sized cauldron.
"Look, I know you are angry-"
"Biggest understatement of the century," cut in Hermione, "I am furious, frustrated… scared of what is happening with the Power of Three. How can life be so complicated, Draco? I'm surprised none of us has exploded with all that's being dealt with at the moment! We haven't even had time to plan our wedding and I missed a meet and greet this morning."
Hermione shrugged as she stirred the potion the correct way before leaving it to simmer. Draco pulled her towards him and hugged her tightly. He leaned back and looked down at her brown eyes.
"What do you want to deal with first?" he asked, "Lets start sorting this mess out, hey? So what first?"
Hermione took a deep breath and swallowed a lump in her throat before giving her firm answer, "My father."
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"Mum, Mrs Granger," said Ron surprised to see his mother and Lynette in his office, "What are you both doing here?"
"Well," said Molly, "We came to speak with you. Where is Harry?"
"Gone for his lunch break and he is visiting Ginny briefly at work. What do you need to speak to me about?"
"The way you are treating your sister, Hermione, and Lavender. And Luna."
Ron leaned back in his seat, his face taking a stony expression, "So? What about it?"
"Ronald they are protecting your life. Do you seriously think your Luna would attempt to kill you?" asked Molly seriously.
"Well no, but that is still Luna, even if she is one of those angry women."
"The real Luna is part of her, but another Luna altogether has control," said Lynette quietly, "They have to destroy the other Luna, not your Luna. And too do that they need you to co-operate with them. To do that you need to accept Lavender."
Ron remained silent, "She took Luna's spot."
"Not intentionally but to help Luna, Hermione and Ginny have had to accept Lavender. Luna was a magical sister to them and they will never, ever forget her and neither will you. To do what they need to Ron, you have to help them," said Molly.
Ron rubbed his forehead, "What do I have to do?"
"We aren't sure. That is something you will have to ask them. So, will you help them?"
Ron sighed and nodded, "Fine. I'll help them."
Molly and Lynette smiled gratefully with Molly standing and walking around to hug her son.
"Thankyou Ronnie," she said before leaving.
Ron slowly turned back to his work cringing at the fact his mother had once again referred to him as 'Ronnie'.
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"Harry not now," sighed Ginny reading over a chart as Harry tried to discuss moving into their own place.
"Ginny, we need to discuss it," insisted Harry following her down a corridor as she signed a form and handed it to a passing nurse.
Ginny sighed, grabbed Harry by the arm, and yanked him into her office, shutting the door behind her. She turned to him with a slight glare in the eyes.
"Listen, today has been hectic. Bradley Leigh is the Great Evil and he wants to kill Oliver so he is free to get to Lavender," explained Ginny hurriedly, "He wants to make Lavender pregnant with his child. Not only that, he attempted to kill Hermione and Draco. So at the moment my mind is focused on work and things outside of work. Can we discuss moving once the girls and I have dealt with Luna at least?"
Harry nodded and Ginny let out a deep breath closing her eyes briefly.
"I'm sorry it's just… stressful at the moment. I've never had so much going on at once before."
Harry nodded and hugged Ginny, kissing her on the forehead, "You'll be fine. Sorry to have hounded you about moving."
Ginny smiled at him, "I saw your parents today. They came to heal Draco and I think they might be back in the next day or so. Something about protecting us from the Great Evil until we have dealt with Luna and the repercussions."
"Right. Do you think you three will be able to deal with Luna?"
Ginny sighed and moved to her seat behind her desk with Harry turning to face her. Even he could see Ginny looked exhausted.
"If Ron agrees to help I dare say that we will be able to."
"He'll come around."
Ginny gave a shrug; "Lets just hope that's true then."
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Hermione took a deep breath as she looked at her Aunt Fiona's house. The black tiled roof, white painted house with blue shutters. The front porch had the typical swinging chair with the garden full of colourful flowers with an emerald green lawn that would cause the Dursley's to glare at with envy. Draco placed his hand on the small of Hermione's back causing Hermione to look up at him uncertainly.
"You can do this," he said, "If you can handle the Great Evil, your father should be a walk in the park."
"I'll yell at him Draco. I know I will and horrible things will be said," replied Hermione before taking a deep breath to calm her nerves.
"Then let it be said. You're angry with him and you have a right to be."
Hermione nodded and the pair walked up the cement path. At the front door, Hermione rang the doorbell that played the first ten seconds of the national anthem.
Seconds later the door was opened by Hermione's year younger cousin, Pauline. Pauline, who was the opposite of Hermione with her straight brown hair and blue eyes looked at Hermione to Draco.
"Hi Pauline," said Hermione tensely. She never really got along with her out going cousin, "I understand my father is here."
Pauline looked at Hermione, and nodded before seeing the engagement ring on her finger, "This your future husband, huh?"
"Yes. We marry in June. So can I come in?"
Pauline stepped away from the door and let the pair in, "I'll go get them. Take a seat in the lounge room."
Hermione and Draco walked through to the lounge room. It was cluttered with pictures everywhere, a bright blue lounge with yellow arm covers that didn't match.
"I can see that your mother and Aunt are completely opposite," said Draco glancing around.
"Oh yeah. It's the same with Pauline and I," Hermione replied glancing around the room.
Michael and Fiona walked in a few seconds later and Draco was surprised to see that though Fiona looked like Lynette their styles were different. While Lynette dressed in a professional manner with ironed pants, button up blouses similar to her daughters; Fiona wore flowing gypsy skirts with peasant styled tops. She had a scarf tied in her dark brown hair and dangly earrings. It was almost like looking at a more outrageous Trelawney.
Michael looked slightly dishevelled, in need of a good shave and his top needed ironing badly, "Darling."
"Don't darling me," said Hermione coolly stepping closer to Draco as Pauline lingered in the doorway sucking on a lollypop, "How could you?" Hermione's eyes flashed to Fiona, "How could you?"
"Honey," said Michael desperately, "I never meant for it to happen."
"It was fate," said Fiona with an almost airy tone.
"You know nothing about fate!" snapped Hermione coldly, "You are my mother's sister! I had a bit of respect for you as an Aunt but now… all I see is a home wrecker!"
"Hermione do not speak to your Aunt like that!" snapped her father.
"Oh don't you even try disciplining me! I'm not a child any more! I'm a 22-year-old woman! Some example you have set me, then huh? How long?"
No one said anything infuriating Hermione even more. Especially with the guilt flowing freely from the two, whilst Pauline seemed to be enjoying the fact her cousin was dealing with a lot of pain.
"How damn long?" demanded Hermione louder.
"Two years," said Fiona quietly.
"Two years? Two years? Does Mum know this?"
"No… but Hermione I love Fiona. For years I have felt something for your Aunt-" started Michael before Hermione cut him off.
"She is no Aunt to me," said Hermione in a dead calm voice, "I really hope Mum screws you over with the divorce settlement, Dad. Because you deserve to lose every single penny."
"What, so your mother can convert it into that wizard money?" spoke up Pauline.
"Yeah, that Pauline. It's not my fault you were born a Squib."
Fiona glared at Hermione but Hermione didn't care. She had longed to say that to Pauline who held a hate for Hermione for being born a clever witch, though Hermione had figured that Fiona was a witch as well and Pauline a squib seeing as she didn't go to Hogwarts.
"Your mother thought she was so special," said Fiona coldly, "The eldest daughter who made Prefect then Headgirl in her year. Me, I was the lowly Hufflepuff. Scraped through with passable marks, was kicked from the Quidditch team after two matches as Chaser. Then the only job I managed to get was a mail sorter at the Ministry while your mother was an amazing Power of Three saving the world with a top Ministry position in the Ministers office. Our parents over looked my small yet happy achievements… then she married Michael. The moment I met him there was a connection and for so long I held back from acting on it out of sisterly love. Then… slowly but surely I began to hate her. The smart daughter at Hogwarts also a prefect and Headgirl… bragging about your achievements… Michael and I could hold back no longer and well here we are."
"So that's your proud achievement, huh? Ruining your sisters marriage out of pure, pathetic jealousy?" cried Hermione, "Well good for you both. But here is your reward. Stay out of my life and my mother's. If I hear one single word from either of you… let it be known as a Power of Three I will make you both regret it dearly."
Hermione grabbed onto Draco's arm shooting her father and Fiona a dirty look before leaving with a crack.
A/N: Phew! Long chapter! Over 5000 words! Anyway… lots happening for these poor women! Please review!
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