A scream was heard on the night of June 22nd. Exactly 15 years prior to this day, A woman named Natalie gave birth to Hermione. Hermione Alura Riddle.
Hermione was a small child with pitch black eyes. "She looks just like her father…" Natalie had said after a year. Hermione's black eyes with specks of brown
and red, flashed furiously on her first birthday. Hermione wouldn't stop crying that day, and Natalie knew that something was wrong. "Tom, I think that something
horrible is about to happen. Are you sure that we are safe here?" Tom had shaken his head. "Don't speak such nonsense, my dear woman. Nothing could get to us.
Yes, there are too many spells for anything to get here." With that he kissed her gently. She put Hermione into her crib, and walked back into the living room to sit
down and read. Three, Two, One, BAM! A burst of red light had raged through their quiet home, ripping the door from its hinges. Natalie screamed. Tom shielded
his wife from the light, but was flung aside and knocked unconscious by a cloaked figure. "Tom!" Natalie screamed one last time. "Avada Kedavra!" Natalie was
dead. A swish of a cloak, and a purple flash later, Hermione cry, screaming and sobbing. Her father, beaten and bloody, came to her side. "Hermione. My little
Mione… you must go tomorrow… I cannot protect you any longer." he took Natalie's necklace from around her neck. A silver dagger with a gold lion's head at the
top. "You will show Natalie's Griffindor in you, and your destiny to become the most powerful Slytherin to ever live will remain inside of you. Until the time is right…"
Tom cradled his wife's dead head. "Natalie… I love you…" James Potter ran down the stairs that led up to the Riddle's stone manor.
"I will have my revenge, Potter."
Hermione was a small child with pitch black eyes. "She looks just like her father…" Natalie had said after a year. Hermione's black eyes with specks of brown
and red, flashed furiously on her first birthday. Hermione wouldn't stop crying that day, and Natalie knew that something was wrong. "Tom, I think that something
horrible is about to happen. Are you sure that we are safe here?" Tom had shaken his head. "Don't speak such nonsense, my dear woman. Nothing could get to us.
Yes, there are too many spells for anything to get here." With that he kissed her gently. She put Hermione into her crib, and walked back into the living room to sit
down and read. Three, Two, One, BAM! A burst of red light had raged through their quiet home, ripping the door from its hinges. Natalie screamed. Tom shielded
his wife from the light, but was flung aside and knocked unconscious by a cloaked figure. "Tom!" Natalie screamed one last time. "Avada Kedavra!" Natalie was
dead. A swish of a cloak, and a purple flash later, Hermione cry, screaming and sobbing. Her father, beaten and bloody, came to her side. "Hermione. My little
Mione… you must go tomorrow… I cannot protect you any longer." he took Natalie's necklace from around her neck. A silver dagger with a gold lion's head at the
top. "You will show Natalie's Griffindor in you, and your destiny to become the most powerful Slytherin to ever live will remain inside of you. Until the time is right…"
Tom cradled his wife's dead head. "Natalie… I love you…" James Potter ran down the stairs that led up to the Riddle's stone manor.
"I will have my revenge, Potter."
