Hermione fell upon the cold floor of the dungeon.
Again she awoke to darkness. "This could not be happening. Voldemort didn't want her. He wanted Harry. She knew that. This all must be a dream." She continued telling herself this but still wished not to open her eyes, for she knew deep down that this was real.
Reluctantly, however, she opened her eyes.
Nothing. Pitch darkness. Of course what did she expect in a dungeon.
She began to move and realized she was again laying upon a bed. How long had it been since she fainted? She did not want to know. But, she didn't have much time to ponder this, for when she moved, a number of candles lit automatically around her. Straight ahead of her was Voldemort, smiling upon her, menacingly.
"I see you have awoken from your most horrid fall."
Hermione pressed back her urge to scream in terror. Instead she spoke, through stutters, " W- w-what do y-you want with m-me?"
He laughed at her. Hermione didn't understand what was so funny. " Well w-why am I here. I want a decent explanation!" She said this with somewhat of a fake courage. She tried to look strong, not fearful, and glared him straight in the eye, but found this was impossible, for his eyes were so deeply menacing. She looked to the floor.
" Why child, I am here to correct your past. So many years have you spent with those muggles. However they are not your true family."
She tried to speak but could not. The fear overtook her again.
"Child, did you ever wonder where you got your skills from? Your Power? Your extraordinary mind? Your devotion to learning all there is to know of magic? Or your thirst to prove yourself? Surely not from those muggles."
"What are you talking about?" She needed her wand, she had to get out of here. Where was Harry to save the day? To save innocents from Voldemort? She felt so completely vulnerable? This man was not making sense.
"Child I shall not harm you. You have no need of Harry to save you."
He could read her thoughts. Oh how she wished she knew Occlumency.
"As I was saying previously, Ms. Hermione, those muggles are not your true parents. I am your father. It's been a long time my daughter."
"YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER!! MY FATHER IS A DENTIST IN LONDON AND A MUGGLE!! YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER!" She was angry. But still, this man could never be her father. He has no proof. None.
"Tell me child, is your necklace feeling rather warm?"
Oh my god. How did he know about that.
"Yes my child, you have had it since you were born. It heats up, gives you courage when you are fearful… I can already see it working on you as we speak. What a beautiful necklace it is indeed. I made it myself and put the deepest of magic within it to keep you safe always. The amethyst stone gives you power and courage. I am sure that it is why you were put in gryffindor. For since you did not know of your past, Nothing in your mind could possibly have sorted you to slytherin. The necklace is the key."
She was completely dumbstruck for a moment. Like a dear in the headlights. Hermione was overwhelmed by this newfound information. It couldn't be. No.
"YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER. STOP THESE LIES. LET ME GO HOME TO MY FAMILY! BRING ME BACK HOME!"
"My Child, you are home." He said rather calmly
It was so hard to believe. But how could he have known?
"You look just like your mother you know." The comment was so completely random, that Hermione couldn't even think of a good response. She just glared at him. He continued.
"Her name was Aurora. We met in France. She was a woman of power, beauty and grace. Much like you. Stored within her was a vast wealth of knowledge. She understood me. I could go on for hours about her, but I shall not waste time with details now. No one knew that your mother and me had any type of relationship. They simply thought she was another death eater. For if they had known the truth, they would have killed her faster. So we hid the relationship. But when I encountered that, Harry Potter ( he spat out the name ), and he left me almost lifeless, I was no help to your mother. I was supposedly gone. From what Wormtail and my fellow death eaters informed me of, which I know by all means is true, she died shortly after your birth, during a confrontation of the Order and my followers. But you were still living within my home. You were left sorrowfully alone with your nanny, for neither I, nor your mother could get back to you. She did not know what to do with you, thinking I was dead as well, and knew that if she didn't find somewhere for you to live, then you would be taken and harmed. So she disguised herself as a muggle and put you up for adoption saying your parents died in a fatal accident. The muggles adopted you, and never told you the truth."
Hermione was speechless. She had always felt in her heart that her 'parents' could not be her real parents. They were too different from her. But being told this was a hole other story. Forgetting her strength and courage, she allowed tears to consume her eyes and she fell straight back onto the pillow and cried her eyes out. Through her sobs, she heard Voldemort stand, place something upon her bed, and leave the room. Time passed by, and still she cried. She was so confused, so scared, so lost. After what felt like hours, he got up to dry her eyes. Then she remembered that he had placed something on her bed. She looked down and found a picture. It was of a child, and a woman holding her upright. The baby must have been just days old. An amethyst necklace was draped around her neck, and the women holding her had one that looked just like it.
"This must be my mother, and me," she thought.
She turned the picture over. It had, written upon it, a note, which read…
Desiree, My first baby girl, 1 week old.
She turned the picture over again. The baby had Hermione's eyes, which matched those of the mother perfectly.
" This is me, 1 week old. But no it just can't be. He can't possibly be my father. But he proved himself. What will I tell Harry? And Ron? I can't face them after this. I will not. I will tell Ron I can't come to the burrow. But what will I tell them in school? Oh no, please let this be a dream…"
The truth was getting harder and harder to avoid. She was running out of excuses, of reasons why it couldn't be true. She carefully put the picture down on the table beside her and looked around the room.
"I guess this is my real home" she thought. But in reality she had no idea what was real anymore. None whatsoever. She was about to lay down to sleep, thinking shed wake u and it would all be a dream, but she was interrupted by the door creaking open. Her newfound father walked into the room, saw that she was decent, and called into he hallway…
"Avery, Macnair, Lestrange, Malfoy… please enter"
Daughter I believe these few, of many people owe you the deepest of apologies. After I realized who you were, and learned of how in the Dept. of Mysteries some of my death eaters tried to harm you, I killed most of them instantly, but these four are loyal enough to me to have resisted death. They have come to apologize to you.
They all walked into the room with a slight reluctance, but what shocked Hermione the most was that Draco Malfoy himself had walked into the room at his fathers tail.
Again she awoke to darkness. "This could not be happening. Voldemort didn't want her. He wanted Harry. She knew that. This all must be a dream." She continued telling herself this but still wished not to open her eyes, for she knew deep down that this was real.
Reluctantly, however, she opened her eyes.
Nothing. Pitch darkness. Of course what did she expect in a dungeon.
She began to move and realized she was again laying upon a bed. How long had it been since she fainted? She did not want to know. But, she didn't have much time to ponder this, for when she moved, a number of candles lit automatically around her. Straight ahead of her was Voldemort, smiling upon her, menacingly.
"I see you have awoken from your most horrid fall."
Hermione pressed back her urge to scream in terror. Instead she spoke, through stutters, " W- w-what do y-you want with m-me?"
He laughed at her. Hermione didn't understand what was so funny. " Well w-why am I here. I want a decent explanation!" She said this with somewhat of a fake courage. She tried to look strong, not fearful, and glared him straight in the eye, but found this was impossible, for his eyes were so deeply menacing. She looked to the floor.
" Why child, I am here to correct your past. So many years have you spent with those muggles. However they are not your true family."
She tried to speak but could not. The fear overtook her again.
"Child, did you ever wonder where you got your skills from? Your Power? Your extraordinary mind? Your devotion to learning all there is to know of magic? Or your thirst to prove yourself? Surely not from those muggles."
"What are you talking about?" She needed her wand, she had to get out of here. Where was Harry to save the day? To save innocents from Voldemort? She felt so completely vulnerable? This man was not making sense.
"Child I shall not harm you. You have no need of Harry to save you."
He could read her thoughts. Oh how she wished she knew Occlumency.
"As I was saying previously, Ms. Hermione, those muggles are not your true parents. I am your father. It's been a long time my daughter."
"YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER!! MY FATHER IS A DENTIST IN LONDON AND A MUGGLE!! YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER!" She was angry. But still, this man could never be her father. He has no proof. None.
"Tell me child, is your necklace feeling rather warm?"
Oh my god. How did he know about that.
"Yes my child, you have had it since you were born. It heats up, gives you courage when you are fearful… I can already see it working on you as we speak. What a beautiful necklace it is indeed. I made it myself and put the deepest of magic within it to keep you safe always. The amethyst stone gives you power and courage. I am sure that it is why you were put in gryffindor. For since you did not know of your past, Nothing in your mind could possibly have sorted you to slytherin. The necklace is the key."
She was completely dumbstruck for a moment. Like a dear in the headlights. Hermione was overwhelmed by this newfound information. It couldn't be. No.
"YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER. STOP THESE LIES. LET ME GO HOME TO MY FAMILY! BRING ME BACK HOME!"
"My Child, you are home." He said rather calmly
It was so hard to believe. But how could he have known?
"You look just like your mother you know." The comment was so completely random, that Hermione couldn't even think of a good response. She just glared at him. He continued.
"Her name was Aurora. We met in France. She was a woman of power, beauty and grace. Much like you. Stored within her was a vast wealth of knowledge. She understood me. I could go on for hours about her, but I shall not waste time with details now. No one knew that your mother and me had any type of relationship. They simply thought she was another death eater. For if they had known the truth, they would have killed her faster. So we hid the relationship. But when I encountered that, Harry Potter ( he spat out the name ), and he left me almost lifeless, I was no help to your mother. I was supposedly gone. From what Wormtail and my fellow death eaters informed me of, which I know by all means is true, she died shortly after your birth, during a confrontation of the Order and my followers. But you were still living within my home. You were left sorrowfully alone with your nanny, for neither I, nor your mother could get back to you. She did not know what to do with you, thinking I was dead as well, and knew that if she didn't find somewhere for you to live, then you would be taken and harmed. So she disguised herself as a muggle and put you up for adoption saying your parents died in a fatal accident. The muggles adopted you, and never told you the truth."
Hermione was speechless. She had always felt in her heart that her 'parents' could not be her real parents. They were too different from her. But being told this was a hole other story. Forgetting her strength and courage, she allowed tears to consume her eyes and she fell straight back onto the pillow and cried her eyes out. Through her sobs, she heard Voldemort stand, place something upon her bed, and leave the room. Time passed by, and still she cried. She was so confused, so scared, so lost. After what felt like hours, he got up to dry her eyes. Then she remembered that he had placed something on her bed. She looked down and found a picture. It was of a child, and a woman holding her upright. The baby must have been just days old. An amethyst necklace was draped around her neck, and the women holding her had one that looked just like it.
"This must be my mother, and me," she thought.
She turned the picture over. It had, written upon it, a note, which read…
Desiree, My first baby girl, 1 week old.
She turned the picture over again. The baby had Hermione's eyes, which matched those of the mother perfectly.
" This is me, 1 week old. But no it just can't be. He can't possibly be my father. But he proved himself. What will I tell Harry? And Ron? I can't face them after this. I will not. I will tell Ron I can't come to the burrow. But what will I tell them in school? Oh no, please let this be a dream…"
The truth was getting harder and harder to avoid. She was running out of excuses, of reasons why it couldn't be true. She carefully put the picture down on the table beside her and looked around the room.
"I guess this is my real home" she thought. But in reality she had no idea what was real anymore. None whatsoever. She was about to lay down to sleep, thinking shed wake u and it would all be a dream, but she was interrupted by the door creaking open. Her newfound father walked into the room, saw that she was decent, and called into he hallway…
"Avery, Macnair, Lestrange, Malfoy… please enter"
Daughter I believe these few, of many people owe you the deepest of apologies. After I realized who you were, and learned of how in the Dept. of Mysteries some of my death eaters tried to harm you, I killed most of them instantly, but these four are loyal enough to me to have resisted death. They have come to apologize to you.
They all walked into the room with a slight reluctance, but what shocked Hermione the most was that Draco Malfoy himself had walked into the room at his fathers tail.