"Chapter 2"
Disclaimer- see chapter one
Hermione blinked. She was sprawled across a lawn, with dewey green grass.
"Where am I?" thought Hermione.
"Who am I, for that matter?"
She could feel blood soaking through her jeans and a mind of panic began running through her head.
"Ms.?" said a voice from the lawn.
Hermione turned her head up, to see a young woman, of about twenty, standing on the lawn. She had blonde curly hair and bright green eyes.
"M'am-" began Hermione
"Dear, are you alright? You look awful hurt."
Hermione began to speak, when her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fainted.
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Hermione awoke to a faint tapping sound . She opened her eyes and rolled over in the bed she was in.
"Ah, Miss, you are awake!" smiled the woman from earlier.
"Um, Hello. Where am I?" asked Hermione.
"You are in Malfoy Manor." said the woman. "I am Mrs. Perkins, the maid here.
Malfoy Manor? The name sounded oddly familiar. Hermione looked about the room around her. It had silver walls, with white furniture, much like an asylum.
Just then, the door creaked open and two tall figures walked in.
The first one an older man, held out his hand. "I am Lucious Malfoy."
Then he looked closer at her face.
"Granger? he sneered. "What did you say sir?" asked Hermione
"Mr. Malfoy, she has lost her entire memory." explained Mrs. Perkins.
"Ahh, she's a mudblood...dispose of her!" he laughed
"Honey," began Narcissa, his wife. "Let her stay!"
"No way!" he yelled
"But, she's a clean slate. We could use her. You know, Voldemort is looking for a faithful servant to carry on his blood. We are his faithful servants, yet we have no daughter. She's perfect! Blank, for us to write our beliefs on. She'd be obedient, unlike Draco!"
Lucious narrowed his eyes on Hermione, who was utterly confused. " I suppose Narcissa, but one slip up and I'm disposing of her. He left the room, swishing his black robes behind him . Narcissa looked down at Hermione. "Dearest, your name is Hermione. You are a witch, your parents died a week ago, in a nasty car accident, we are your guardians. You lost your memory when you fell from your broomstick."
Hermione believed every word. "Then you are mother?"
"No," said Narcissa firmly "I am simply, Narcissa."
Hermione smiled. "Mrs Perkins, will you show Hermione to her room?"
"Yes, of course." smiled Mrs. Perkins.
Hermione strained her mind, trying to remember all these people. She could only remember two things, she was a witch, she just knew it, and a red headed boy with sea blue eyes kept popping into her head, but she could not recognize the smiling face. Narcissa leaned over to Mrs. Perkins. "Take her to Heather's old room." Mrs. Perkins nodded and beckoned Hermione to follow her. Hermione followed her down a large hall, to a white door. Mrs. Perkins opened the door.
"Do you remember your room?" asked Mrs. Perkins.
"No." said Hermione "but, I like it!" she smiled. The walls were painted a light blue. There were toys all scattered around it. A large painting on the wall, displayed, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, a boy of about thirteen and a girl of about twelve.
"Who are those children?" asked Hermione
"Draco and Heather." said Mrs. Perkins.
"Where are they?" asked Hermione.
"Draco is in his room, down the hall." smiled Mrs. Perkins, who then preceeded to change the subject and show Hermione her clothes.
"And the girl?" asked Hermione.
"Ah, well, she was Draco's younger sister, she uh, got into a nasty accident last year when she was fourteen, and she died."
"I'm very sorry."
"Yes, it's been hard. You should fit her clothes, you are a year older than she was, but you are small."
"OK." said Hermione "How old is Draco, now?"
"He is fifteen, like you, you went to school with him."
"Well, I figured that he and I went to school together. Where did we go anyway?"
"A place called Hogwarts," rused Mrs. Perkins.
"I will bring up Mrs. Jacobs, to help dress you."
"OK." Hermione smiled and sat down on her bed.
"Wait!" she called "I have one more question!"
Mrs. Perkins turned around "yes?"
"Did my parents love me?"
"Yes," smiled Mrs. Perkins. "Very much. We will take care of you."
Hermione thought she saw a small glint of a tear in Mrs. Perkins eyes, as she turned and left the room.
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A few minutes later, a large woman with brown hair, peeked into the room.
"Oi Hermione!" she said
"I am Mrs. Jacobs, I am here to dress you for dinner. The Malfoy's are having a dinner party tonight and wish to present you.
"Alright." smiled Hermione.
Mrs. Jacobs began rifling through the closet, throwing out twenty or so clothes.
"Hmm.." she said "All these are used."
She lifted a wand from her pocket and traced it in the air. Instantly, a beautiful gown materialized before her. It was strapless, and creamy. The skirt poofed out like a bell, and was a creamy silk color with tulle over it.
Hermione smiled. "It's gorgeous!"
"An exact replica of the dress Heather wore when...." she trailed off.
"When Heather what?"
"Never mind. So, how do you want your hair?"
Mrs. Jacobs waved her wand and Hermione's hair immediatly was pulled into a bun, with two tendrils framing her face. Two elbow length white gloves also appeared next to the dress.
"Get dressed." said Mrs. Jacobs, as she left the room.
Hermione pulled on the dress and gloves and sat down on her bed. She began to get very curious and decided to poke about the room. Underneath the bed she found a large photo album. She flipped through the pictures. Most of the pictures showed a girl, with gray eyes and bright blonde hair. She was extremely beautiful. Yet, the pictures stopped at about the age of fourteen. Hermione supposed it was Heather. Just then she heard a knock on the door. Before she could answer, the door creaked open. A boy of about fifteen or sixteen, walked in. From her gaze, she could see a tiny tear glinting in his eye.
He looked up startled.
"GRANGER?" he asked surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"I suppose you to be Draco, hello I'm Hermione!" smiled Hermione.
"Granger? What are you doing here?"
"My parents died in a car accident and I am living with you know. I fell from a broomstick this morning, and I have completely lost my memory. Your kind parents explained it to me ." said Hermione a bit sadly.
This is a nightmare! thought Draco. Hermione Granger is not...*living* with me!!!
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Disclaimer- see chapter one
Hermione blinked. She was sprawled across a lawn, with dewey green grass.
"Where am I?" thought Hermione.
"Who am I, for that matter?"
She could feel blood soaking through her jeans and a mind of panic began running through her head.
"Ms.?" said a voice from the lawn.
Hermione turned her head up, to see a young woman, of about twenty, standing on the lawn. She had blonde curly hair and bright green eyes.
"M'am-" began Hermione
"Dear, are you alright? You look awful hurt."
Hermione began to speak, when her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fainted.
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Hermione awoke to a faint tapping sound . She opened her eyes and rolled over in the bed she was in.
"Ah, Miss, you are awake!" smiled the woman from earlier.
"Um, Hello. Where am I?" asked Hermione.
"You are in Malfoy Manor." said the woman. "I am Mrs. Perkins, the maid here.
Malfoy Manor? The name sounded oddly familiar. Hermione looked about the room around her. It had silver walls, with white furniture, much like an asylum.
Just then, the door creaked open and two tall figures walked in.
The first one an older man, held out his hand. "I am Lucious Malfoy."
Then he looked closer at her face.
"Granger? he sneered. "What did you say sir?" asked Hermione
"Mr. Malfoy, she has lost her entire memory." explained Mrs. Perkins.
"Ahh, she's a mudblood...dispose of her!" he laughed
"Honey," began Narcissa, his wife. "Let her stay!"
"No way!" he yelled
"But, she's a clean slate. We could use her. You know, Voldemort is looking for a faithful servant to carry on his blood. We are his faithful servants, yet we have no daughter. She's perfect! Blank, for us to write our beliefs on. She'd be obedient, unlike Draco!"
Lucious narrowed his eyes on Hermione, who was utterly confused. " I suppose Narcissa, but one slip up and I'm disposing of her. He left the room, swishing his black robes behind him . Narcissa looked down at Hermione. "Dearest, your name is Hermione. You are a witch, your parents died a week ago, in a nasty car accident, we are your guardians. You lost your memory when you fell from your broomstick."
Hermione believed every word. "Then you are mother?"
"No," said Narcissa firmly "I am simply, Narcissa."
Hermione smiled. "Mrs Perkins, will you show Hermione to her room?"
"Yes, of course." smiled Mrs. Perkins.
Hermione strained her mind, trying to remember all these people. She could only remember two things, she was a witch, she just knew it, and a red headed boy with sea blue eyes kept popping into her head, but she could not recognize the smiling face. Narcissa leaned over to Mrs. Perkins. "Take her to Heather's old room." Mrs. Perkins nodded and beckoned Hermione to follow her. Hermione followed her down a large hall, to a white door. Mrs. Perkins opened the door.
"Do you remember your room?" asked Mrs. Perkins.
"No." said Hermione "but, I like it!" she smiled. The walls were painted a light blue. There were toys all scattered around it. A large painting on the wall, displayed, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, a boy of about thirteen and a girl of about twelve.
"Who are those children?" asked Hermione
"Draco and Heather." said Mrs. Perkins.
"Where are they?" asked Hermione.
"Draco is in his room, down the hall." smiled Mrs. Perkins, who then preceeded to change the subject and show Hermione her clothes.
"And the girl?" asked Hermione.
"Ah, well, she was Draco's younger sister, she uh, got into a nasty accident last year when she was fourteen, and she died."
"I'm very sorry."
"Yes, it's been hard. You should fit her clothes, you are a year older than she was, but you are small."
"OK." said Hermione "How old is Draco, now?"
"He is fifteen, like you, you went to school with him."
"Well, I figured that he and I went to school together. Where did we go anyway?"
"A place called Hogwarts," rused Mrs. Perkins.
"I will bring up Mrs. Jacobs, to help dress you."
"OK." Hermione smiled and sat down on her bed.
"Wait!" she called "I have one more question!"
Mrs. Perkins turned around "yes?"
"Did my parents love me?"
"Yes," smiled Mrs. Perkins. "Very much. We will take care of you."
Hermione thought she saw a small glint of a tear in Mrs. Perkins eyes, as she turned and left the room.
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A few minutes later, a large woman with brown hair, peeked into the room.
"Oi Hermione!" she said
"I am Mrs. Jacobs, I am here to dress you for dinner. The Malfoy's are having a dinner party tonight and wish to present you.
"Alright." smiled Hermione.
Mrs. Jacobs began rifling through the closet, throwing out twenty or so clothes.
"Hmm.." she said "All these are used."
She lifted a wand from her pocket and traced it in the air. Instantly, a beautiful gown materialized before her. It was strapless, and creamy. The skirt poofed out like a bell, and was a creamy silk color with tulle over it.
Hermione smiled. "It's gorgeous!"
"An exact replica of the dress Heather wore when...." she trailed off.
"When Heather what?"
"Never mind. So, how do you want your hair?"
Mrs. Jacobs waved her wand and Hermione's hair immediatly was pulled into a bun, with two tendrils framing her face. Two elbow length white gloves also appeared next to the dress.
"Get dressed." said Mrs. Jacobs, as she left the room.
Hermione pulled on the dress and gloves and sat down on her bed. She began to get very curious and decided to poke about the room. Underneath the bed she found a large photo album. She flipped through the pictures. Most of the pictures showed a girl, with gray eyes and bright blonde hair. She was extremely beautiful. Yet, the pictures stopped at about the age of fourteen. Hermione supposed it was Heather. Just then she heard a knock on the door. Before she could answer, the door creaked open. A boy of about fifteen or sixteen, walked in. From her gaze, she could see a tiny tear glinting in his eye.
He looked up startled.
"GRANGER?" he asked surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"I suppose you to be Draco, hello I'm Hermione!" smiled Hermione.
"Granger? What are you doing here?"
"My parents died in a car accident and I am living with you know. I fell from a broomstick this morning, and I have completely lost my memory. Your kind parents explained it to me ." said Hermione a bit sadly.
This is a nightmare! thought Draco. Hermione Granger is not...*living* with me!!!
REVIEW PLEASE! FLAMERS WELCOME!