A/N: Okay! Enjoy this chapter! Please review! Or I won't update! Enjoy! First part is in third person (Narca-Jane) point of view. The Second is Hermione.

The Mudbloods Daughter - The Re-Write

Her eyes shot open, and she was engulfed in darkness. Narca-Jane breathed heavily, still sleepy, and looked up at the stone ceiling. Her beds heavy, Slytherin green curtains were pulled shut around her, and at some point, she had kicked her blankets and bed sheet's down to the foot of her bed. She had always had restless sleeps, even as a baby. She had been told countless stories, of when she was a baby and her mother had been up all night. Her favourite stories were the stories of when she was a toddler.

The curtains suddenly burst open, and light poured into the darkness of my bed. Stella stood, her hand on her hips, a smirk on her lips and her wand twirling about in her fingers. "Come on, N.J. Rise and shine!" she sang, and Narca-Jane groaned, before pulling her curtains shut again.

She heard Stella start to tap her foot, as she fell back to her thick, white cushions. This was why she hated school. She was SO not a morning person. Unlike Stella, who loved the morning and was completely hyper when it came around. Suddenly, her world, dark and silent, was full of light, as Stella ripped the curtains from their hanger, and smiled at Narca-Jane, her eyes sparkly and bright, signaling the sign of a prank well done. Stella was still in a glorious mood from Tuesday night, when she had been ordered by Riley to flood the girls bathroom, and get back to detention unnoticed.

She had completed her part of the task to perfection, and had since then been in such a good mood it was like someone had sucked the Slytherin right out of her. It bugged Narca-Jane to no end. "Narca-Jane Hallows! It's time to get up! You'll be late for breakfast otherwise!" Stella giggled, then skipped away, taking Narca-Jane's curtains with her. Narca-Jane groaned,and sat up, putting her bare feet on the cold hard floor of the dungeon dormitory.

She ran her hand through her loose curls, and idly thought that she needed a haircut, when she realised the curls fell past her mid-back. Yawning, she made her way to her trunk, and pulled out her neatly folded uniform. Getting dressed, she moved sluggishly and tired, groaning as she fixed her buttons from the mess they had been. God... she really hated mornings. She was honestly just glad it was finally Friday. Maybe now she could get some sleep. Grabbing to pink hair ties with bows on them, she walked from the Slytherin girls dormitory, throwing her bag over her shoulder.

She entered the hall, pulling her hair into it's usual plaits, and saw that today the group was sitting at the Ravenclaw's table. They never all sat at the Slytherin's table. Teddy refused to. And she didn't like not having Teddy around. It felt... wrong. But she saw him sitting, his History of Magic book out, while he frantically tried to catch up with the work he had missed. Narca-Jane couldn't help herself. She smiled widely, and ran down the table, tripping slightly, before hurling her arms around Teddy's neck. Teddy looked at her surprised, as the pair tumbled to the floor.

"Narca-Jane!" Adalyn squealed, peering over the table in shock, her mouth full of food. Riley snickered, and Raine shook her head, before spooning scrambled eggs into her mouth. Stella smirked, leaning against the table, her legs crossed. Teddy awkwardly patted Narca-Jane on the back, his scarred face turning red, and his hair changing to green embarrassingly. She grinned at him, before pulling herself up and sitting next to his seat.

He pushed himself of the floor, ignoring the comments of the people around him, and sat back in his seat. Narca-Jane hugged him again, and then began to pile food onto her plate. Her eyes shone, and even though she hated mornings, she was quite enjoying this one. She had all her best friends around her, and Teddy, who had been her soul companion since she was a baby, was back. Sure he was a little torn up, exhausted and had bright fluorescent green hair, but he was back.

Not taking her eyes off of Raine, who sat opposite her, talking happily, she continued to eat her breakfast, but let her hand fall down the bench and hold Teddy's tightly. He looked at her, slightly surprised, but she just looked ahead at Raine, a huge grin on her face, as she talked animatedly, eating at the same time. Suddenly the hall was swarmed with owls, and the familiar sound of people calling their owls and receiving their mail filled the hall. Narca-Jane let go of Teddy's arm, and covered her food with a napkin, before holding up her arm for Luria to land on.

The beautiful owl swooped down, and landed softly on her arm, a Daily Prophet falling from her talons and onto the table beside her breakfast, and letters from her mother, her aunts and uncles and her Granny Molly tied in a bundle, the sting held in Luria's beak. She gently took the bundle, stroking Luria's feathers, and Luria squawed affectionatly, before hopping up to her shoulder and resting there. Riley took her Daily Prophet.

"Can I look at this?" she asked, and Narca-Jane nodded, before going back to her pile of letters. She did a quick flick through, and counted that there were fifteen in the bundle. Groaning, she opened the one on top, began to read, when the hall went into uproar. She looked up startled, as every rushed at her, asking her question and harassing her.

"What.... what!? Stop! Professor McGonnagle! HELP!" she screamed, and Professor McGonnagle stood, and looked over her students.

"SILENCE!" she boomed, and the hall fell into a deadly, uneven quiet, everyone turning to look up at her. "Everyone will return to their tables! This is not a zoo! You will all leave Miss Hallows alone till-"

"But she's not a Hallows, Professor! She's a Malfoy!" someone shouted from the Gryffindor table, their accent highly Irish, and Narca-Jane glowered.

"I am not! I am a Hallows!" Narca-Jane protested, and McGonnagle looked at her with a quirked eyebrow. Riley bit her lip, and handed her a copy of the Daily Prophet. Narca-Jane furrowed her eyebrows, and frowned at her friend. "What's this got to do with anything?"

"Just look at the front page, N.J," she ordered, and Narca-Jane scowled deeper, before looking at it.

MALFOY HEIR REVEALED! FIANCE DEVASTATED!
report by Rita Skeeter

Last night, it was revealed to us, that one Draco Malfoy, the son of the once esteemed, turned Death Eater, Lucius Malfoy, and the beautiful Narcissa Malfoy, has in fact got an heir to the Malfoy fortune in the form of Narca-Jane Hallows, the eldest heir to the Hallows fortune, and daughter of the famous Hermione Granger. His poor, darling fiance, Miss Astoria Greengrass is reportedly devastated by this news, as she had no idea of her future husbands illegitimate bastard child.
Narca-Jane is currently in her second year of Hogwarts, and according to our sources, a very mischievous badly behaved young Slytherin, yet also incredibly smart. One pauses to wonder, if she will have the same lust for the male species her mother had, as her mother did, leaving a trail of men heartbroken behind her, including the Bulgarian Bonn-Bonn Viktor Krum, and the Boy who Lived, Harry Potter.

She had read enough. Throwing the paper to the ground, she cast a quick Incendio on it, the paper bursting into flames until it was nothing more that a pile of ash. Glowering she looked at everyone who surrounded her. "If anyone... ANYONE questions my heritage, I will not hesitate to repeat those action upon them. Leave me be," she ordered, and the crowds all murmured and gulped, before skulking back to their tables.

Narca-Jane fell back to her seat, glaring at her plate, as a million thoughts filled her head. Her main thought, the one that caused her eyes to fill with tears, was the thought that her mother had lied to her. Her own mother, who she was supposed to be able to trust, had betrayed her in the biggest way possible. She had kept her father from her. And she had lied about it every time Narca-Jane had asked about him. Narca-Jane lifted the letter that had her mothers handwriting on it, and stared at it, before crumpling it in her fist.

She dropped it to the table and she stood, marching from the hall, not sparing them a look back, her eyes filling with tears. Above her, flew Luria, who watched her owner cautiously. Teddy watched her leave, and then looked down at the crumpled letter. He picked it up, along with her bag, and letters, before running after her. Stella bowed her head, sadly, before looking at her friends, who all had the same remorseful expressions.

They all knew, that while they were her closest and best friends, this was something only Teddy could fix.

Hermione flopped down onto her bed, exhausted, and in desperate need of sleep. She had just spent all morning moving her entire apartment, into Malfoy's Manor. He had actually given her an entire wing to herself, and had it decorated exactly like her apartment. She had no idea how he had know how it looked, yet her brain had turned to mush by now, and her fingers felt like sausages.

While Malfoy had wanted to use magic, she had refused, wanting to go back to her muggle roots. She felt it was necessary to become who she had been. Something she had kept, like the nice, soft ringlets that was her hair, but she had promptly gone to Primark and bought the most muggle-ish, and lable-less clothes she possible could. And it felt good. Like she was back on her own two feet again. Yawning, she stretched her arms, the bruise on her arm now a yellowish colour, with a tinge of dark purple, and no longer painful.

She rolled onto her back, and closed her eyes, ignoring the horrible sense of foreboding that clung to the back of her mind, that niggling instinct that something was wrong, and fell into a deep, undistirbed sleep.