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The Unicorn and the Stag
Chapter 11
*Rose, how could Hermione possibly be our cousin?*
*The Evans had three sisters. You only know about Petunia and Lily. There was also a middle sister, Marigold. Lily was, of course, our mother. Lily was the only witch, but the fact that her sister was a witch was enough to give Marigold some magic. When she got out of high school, she got herself pregnant by a boyfriend of hers. Then she ran off and never talked to an Evans again. Or a Potter.*
*Why do you think that Hermione is the daughter of this Muggle?*
*The fact that when I looked through her memories, I found out her mother's name was Marigold. Is Marigold a common name?*
*You looked through her memories?!*
*She sent them to me. I looked through them later.*
They had reached the library.
*Harry, look for books by an Evans.*
*But then they can only be by-*
*Mum. Yes, I know. Lots of smart seventh or sixth years at Hogwarts makes a book for themselves like Hermione did for you. They're not usually so detailed, though.*
They searched the library, looking through the cracked covers for a book by their mother. About ten minutes later, Harry had it.
*Rose! I have it! It's called The Potter/Evans Family Tree. She knew she was getting married in sixth year?*
*Yes. I was born the year before she wrote this. You were born five months after they married.*
Harry picked up the book, expecting it to be very heavy, but it was barely a hundred pages. He dropped the book on a desk and opened it. The family tree was on the first page. Rose leaned over his shoulder and used her finger to point out people.
*Let's see...there's Mum's dad...there's Mum...there's Marigold...there's her boyfriend...oh, they actually ended up getting married...there's her daughter.*
They stared at the page. For what they saw confirmed Rose's and Harry's suspicions. The daughter of Marigold Elizabeth Evans and Matthew Joseph Granger was named Hermione Laura Granger.
*Does she know?* Harry asked.
*Know what?* came a thought from behind them.
Rose and Harry whirled around and both slammed the book shut at the same time, so they both got their fingers pinched. Harry made sure Hermione wasn't listening, and then sent a thought to Rose.
*Should we tell her? Because apparently she doesn't know.*
*Of course we should tell her! Give me the book!*
Harry diligently handed her the book.
*~*~*
Rose took a deep breath. This might take a while to explain. She decided to go for verbal.
"Hermione, Harry and I have just discovered that you are our cousin."
Hermione stared. "Come to think of it, I don't know my mother's maiden name."
"That's because she tried to forget the Evans family - and the Potters. The middle Evans sister, Marigold, uh, got herself pregnant right after she got out of high school. She ran off with the boy and never contacted the Evans/Potter branch of the family again. Eventually she got married and went to college. Here, look."
Rose turned to the first page of the book and showed her the tree. "See, there's your parents, there's you, there's our parents, there's us. Hey, that makes you Dudley's cousin, too!" Rose snorted and muttered something about "fat, ugly git." "And yes, Hermione, Dumbledore knows," correctly reading Hermione's face. *Now you'd better get back to Gryffindor Tower before Snape pops up again.*
The two hurried off, while Rose stayed behind to look through the book. She had seen a page number written under Hermione's name. She turned to it. There was a picture of Hermione, waving, grinning with her new shortened teeth. There were a few paragraphs of script underneath.
Hermione Laura Granger
Hermione Laura Granger was born on September 18, 1980 to Marigold Elizabeth Evans and Matthew Joseph Granger. She has no known brother or sisters. She does, however, have a few cousins. Dudley Vernon Durseley, the son of Petunia Evans and Vernon Durseley, Rosemary Lillian Potter, daughter of James Potter and Lillian Evans, and Harrison James Potter, son of Lillian Evans and James Potter. They are all the same age except for Rose, who is five year older.
Hermione's parents are dentists. However, this does not seem to affect Hermione's magic, as she is quite intelligent and is top of her class at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her best friends are Ronald Weasley, son of Molly Archer and Arthur Weasly, and her cousin Harry. Her greatest enemy is the Slytherin Draco Malfoy, son of Narcissa Jones and Lucius Malfoy. She is a Gryffindor.
*~*~*
Harry and Hermione were slowly walking back to Gryffindor Tower under Harry's cloak.
*Did you know I was your cousin?*
*Not until Rose hauled me into the library and pulled out that book. You don't look anything like an Evans.*
*Everyone says I look like my mom, though. I guess my mom's just not an Evans-looking person.*
*You do have the same nose as Rose. Pardon the rhyme.*
*Really?*
They walked in silence for a few more moments, before Hermione spoke again. Well, spoke in relative terms.
*Why were you in the library anyways? Did Professor Potter pull you out of bed?*
*She told me to ask you to call her Rose. And no, she didn't. We were both going somewhere and we bumped into each other. Literally.*
*Where?*
*Professor Dumbledore's office.*
*Doesn't he sleep at night?*
*I guess not.*
*Can you tell me what you wanted to talk to him about?*
*Yes. My scar hurt again. I had a weird dream. Rose was getting married. All the Golds and the teachers and the founders of the Order were all there. Rose and Bill were finishing their vows, but-*
*You-Know-Who came into the church. He put the Cruciatus curse on everyone watching. He tried to kill Rose but Bill jumped in front of her. He fell, and the Dark Lord tried again. After the green light flashed, you wake up. I had that same dream.*
*Okay, that's creepy. Let's go ask Ron if he had the dream.*
They asked every one of the Golds about the dream. Each one of them had had the same one, at the same time.
*What the bloody hell is going on?* a bemused Ron asked all the Golds, gathered in the Gryffindor common room.
*It's called a Seeing,* Rose said. She had recently returned from the library. *A group of powerful witches and/or wizards have the same dream, at the same time of something that's going to happen in the future. They all wake up at the end. They are usually focused on all the people in the dream. But this one was different.*
*Do you think Ginny could've had the dream too?* Ron asked anxiously. *I mean, she is a Gold.*
Alex frowned. *I can't remember if I saw her in the crowd or not.* She screwed up her face. *She was there! I saw her in the front row, right next to Harry.*
Everyone looked at Harry, who promptly turned red. *So? Let's get on with it,* he mumbled.
*I told ya,* Rose said triumphantly. *I told you that's why he took her.* Suddenly, she stiffened. *What's that?* Everyone stopped to listen. They distinctly heard footsteps coming towards them. * Hide!* everyone hissed. They had just enough time to jump under the couches and chairs before Draco Malfoy burst into the common room with his parents.
*~*~*
Rose mentally snarled. She called the family many names Snape would have yelled at her for using.
*What the hell are those slimy gits doing in the GRYFFINDOR COMMONS?!* she said.
*Shh!* came the response from nine voices. The Malfoys had stopped. A new voice spoke. Draco's.
*Father, I think the Golds are here.* His father responded.
*Then shut up, fool! They can hear us!*
Rose covered her head with her cloak and peered out. They were climbing the stairs to the rooms. Rose motioned to Harry under the couch to follow her. They threw on their cloaks and silently crept out.
The Malfoys didn't stop at any of the rooms except the very last one, the prefects. But, of course, there was no one there. Harry was invisible and Hermione was hiding under a couch. Lucius swore, and then proceeded to the fifth year girls' dorm. Finding no Golds, they went to Rose's room just outside the portrait hole.
But there was someone else there.
*~*~*
Hermione had "accidentally" ended up hiding under the same couch as Ron. She had also "accidentally" grabbed his hand. He didn't pull it away. Hermione would have to thank the Malfoys for actually doing her a favor.
What the bloody hell am I thinking? she thought, using one of Ron's favorite expressions. I'm trapped under a couch, am probably going to get killed by Lucius Malfoy any minute, and all I can think about is how hot Ron looks when he's scared beyond belief? Well, he does, argued the other half of her brain. She was debating about whether or not to crawl out when she heard a scream from outside the portrait hole.
From Rose's room.
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The Unicorn and the Stag
Chapter 11
*Rose, how could Hermione possibly be our cousin?*
*The Evans had three sisters. You only know about Petunia and Lily. There was also a middle sister, Marigold. Lily was, of course, our mother. Lily was the only witch, but the fact that her sister was a witch was enough to give Marigold some magic. When she got out of high school, she got herself pregnant by a boyfriend of hers. Then she ran off and never talked to an Evans again. Or a Potter.*
*Why do you think that Hermione is the daughter of this Muggle?*
*The fact that when I looked through her memories, I found out her mother's name was Marigold. Is Marigold a common name?*
*You looked through her memories?!*
*She sent them to me. I looked through them later.*
They had reached the library.
*Harry, look for books by an Evans.*
*But then they can only be by-*
*Mum. Yes, I know. Lots of smart seventh or sixth years at Hogwarts makes a book for themselves like Hermione did for you. They're not usually so detailed, though.*
They searched the library, looking through the cracked covers for a book by their mother. About ten minutes later, Harry had it.
*Rose! I have it! It's called The Potter/Evans Family Tree. She knew she was getting married in sixth year?*
*Yes. I was born the year before she wrote this. You were born five months after they married.*
Harry picked up the book, expecting it to be very heavy, but it was barely a hundred pages. He dropped the book on a desk and opened it. The family tree was on the first page. Rose leaned over his shoulder and used her finger to point out people.
*Let's see...there's Mum's dad...there's Mum...there's Marigold...there's her boyfriend...oh, they actually ended up getting married...there's her daughter.*
They stared at the page. For what they saw confirmed Rose's and Harry's suspicions. The daughter of Marigold Elizabeth Evans and Matthew Joseph Granger was named Hermione Laura Granger.
*Does she know?* Harry asked.
*Know what?* came a thought from behind them.
Rose and Harry whirled around and both slammed the book shut at the same time, so they both got their fingers pinched. Harry made sure Hermione wasn't listening, and then sent a thought to Rose.
*Should we tell her? Because apparently she doesn't know.*
*Of course we should tell her! Give me the book!*
Harry diligently handed her the book.
*~*~*
Rose took a deep breath. This might take a while to explain. She decided to go for verbal.
"Hermione, Harry and I have just discovered that you are our cousin."
Hermione stared. "Come to think of it, I don't know my mother's maiden name."
"That's because she tried to forget the Evans family - and the Potters. The middle Evans sister, Marigold, uh, got herself pregnant right after she got out of high school. She ran off with the boy and never contacted the Evans/Potter branch of the family again. Eventually she got married and went to college. Here, look."
Rose turned to the first page of the book and showed her the tree. "See, there's your parents, there's you, there's our parents, there's us. Hey, that makes you Dudley's cousin, too!" Rose snorted and muttered something about "fat, ugly git." "And yes, Hermione, Dumbledore knows," correctly reading Hermione's face. *Now you'd better get back to Gryffindor Tower before Snape pops up again.*
The two hurried off, while Rose stayed behind to look through the book. She had seen a page number written under Hermione's name. She turned to it. There was a picture of Hermione, waving, grinning with her new shortened teeth. There were a few paragraphs of script underneath.
Hermione Laura Granger
Hermione Laura Granger was born on September 18, 1980 to Marigold Elizabeth Evans and Matthew Joseph Granger. She has no known brother or sisters. She does, however, have a few cousins. Dudley Vernon Durseley, the son of Petunia Evans and Vernon Durseley, Rosemary Lillian Potter, daughter of James Potter and Lillian Evans, and Harrison James Potter, son of Lillian Evans and James Potter. They are all the same age except for Rose, who is five year older.
Hermione's parents are dentists. However, this does not seem to affect Hermione's magic, as she is quite intelligent and is top of her class at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her best friends are Ronald Weasley, son of Molly Archer and Arthur Weasly, and her cousin Harry. Her greatest enemy is the Slytherin Draco Malfoy, son of Narcissa Jones and Lucius Malfoy. She is a Gryffindor.
*~*~*
Harry and Hermione were slowly walking back to Gryffindor Tower under Harry's cloak.
*Did you know I was your cousin?*
*Not until Rose hauled me into the library and pulled out that book. You don't look anything like an Evans.*
*Everyone says I look like my mom, though. I guess my mom's just not an Evans-looking person.*
*You do have the same nose as Rose. Pardon the rhyme.*
*Really?*
They walked in silence for a few more moments, before Hermione spoke again. Well, spoke in relative terms.
*Why were you in the library anyways? Did Professor Potter pull you out of bed?*
*She told me to ask you to call her Rose. And no, she didn't. We were both going somewhere and we bumped into each other. Literally.*
*Where?*
*Professor Dumbledore's office.*
*Doesn't he sleep at night?*
*I guess not.*
*Can you tell me what you wanted to talk to him about?*
*Yes. My scar hurt again. I had a weird dream. Rose was getting married. All the Golds and the teachers and the founders of the Order were all there. Rose and Bill were finishing their vows, but-*
*You-Know-Who came into the church. He put the Cruciatus curse on everyone watching. He tried to kill Rose but Bill jumped in front of her. He fell, and the Dark Lord tried again. After the green light flashed, you wake up. I had that same dream.*
*Okay, that's creepy. Let's go ask Ron if he had the dream.*
They asked every one of the Golds about the dream. Each one of them had had the same one, at the same time.
*What the bloody hell is going on?* a bemused Ron asked all the Golds, gathered in the Gryffindor common room.
*It's called a Seeing,* Rose said. She had recently returned from the library. *A group of powerful witches and/or wizards have the same dream, at the same time of something that's going to happen in the future. They all wake up at the end. They are usually focused on all the people in the dream. But this one was different.*
*Do you think Ginny could've had the dream too?* Ron asked anxiously. *I mean, she is a Gold.*
Alex frowned. *I can't remember if I saw her in the crowd or not.* She screwed up her face. *She was there! I saw her in the front row, right next to Harry.*
Everyone looked at Harry, who promptly turned red. *So? Let's get on with it,* he mumbled.
*I told ya,* Rose said triumphantly. *I told you that's why he took her.* Suddenly, she stiffened. *What's that?* Everyone stopped to listen. They distinctly heard footsteps coming towards them. * Hide!* everyone hissed. They had just enough time to jump under the couches and chairs before Draco Malfoy burst into the common room with his parents.
*~*~*
Rose mentally snarled. She called the family many names Snape would have yelled at her for using.
*What the hell are those slimy gits doing in the GRYFFINDOR COMMONS?!* she said.
*Shh!* came the response from nine voices. The Malfoys had stopped. A new voice spoke. Draco's.
*Father, I think the Golds are here.* His father responded.
*Then shut up, fool! They can hear us!*
Rose covered her head with her cloak and peered out. They were climbing the stairs to the rooms. Rose motioned to Harry under the couch to follow her. They threw on their cloaks and silently crept out.
The Malfoys didn't stop at any of the rooms except the very last one, the prefects. But, of course, there was no one there. Harry was invisible and Hermione was hiding under a couch. Lucius swore, and then proceeded to the fifth year girls' dorm. Finding no Golds, they went to Rose's room just outside the portrait hole.
But there was someone else there.
*~*~*
Hermione had "accidentally" ended up hiding under the same couch as Ron. She had also "accidentally" grabbed his hand. He didn't pull it away. Hermione would have to thank the Malfoys for actually doing her a favor.
What the bloody hell am I thinking? she thought, using one of Ron's favorite expressions. I'm trapped under a couch, am probably going to get killed by Lucius Malfoy any minute, and all I can think about is how hot Ron looks when he's scared beyond belief? Well, he does, argued the other half of her brain. She was debating about whether or not to crawl out when she heard a scream from outside the portrait hole.
From Rose's room.