Prologue
18 years ago
"I can't do it, Trinity, I can't." A woman with raven black hair sobbed to her companion. The other woman, who was slightly older, hushed her and told her in a soft voice, "You must do this for the child's safety and for the safety of the entire Magical World." The lady had wavy blonde- almost white hair, and coal black eyes that seemed to have wisdom within their depths. The two were in a park and it was snowing slightly. It was early in the morning and darkness covered them. The other woman gave a soft sigh and looked lovingly at the bundle in her arms. "You're right, as always. I must. But when will I see her again? I don't think I can bare to live without her, now that he is gone."
The bundle in her arms shifted to reveal a beautiful baby who looked to be a year old. She resembled her mother very much, having the same raven black hair and the same beautiful amethyst eyes, though hers were not filled with tears. The other lady looked at the dark-haired woman and her babe with pity. "Come Amethyst, we must leave her now, in the cover of darkness. We will leave her with the muggle family, the Grangers, she will be safe there. I know that you will see her again, I had a dream about you two last night. Now come, their house is this way."
The pair walked towards a rather large house and entered the gated lawn. They bent down on the front step. "You must conceal her appearance. She is a dead ringer for you and Severus." The blonde told the other softly. "I know." The dark-haired lady named Amethyst muttered some spells under her breath and the baby looked like another. She had brown hair that even now was slightly curly, and large chocolate brown eyes. Her complexion was slightly darker, her cheekbones lower and her nose smaller. The baby's small hand closed over one of Amethyst's fingers. Tears slid down both ladies cheeks as the one called Amethyst slipped a letter into the bundle. Inside the letter she placed three necklaces and a ring.
"The Grangers are not able to have a child, and were to adopt. They will treat dear Ella as their own." The lady told her friend lightly as the both rose. "I know Trinity." Amethyst replied, and with a final look at the now sleeping baby, and a small pop, they were gone.
"Like déjà vu, isn't it not, Professor McGonagall?" An elderly man asked his companion, a severe looking woman. They had watched the whole thing in the darkness from a far, and both felt immensely sad. "Yes, Albus, that was us with the Potter child a short while ago." Professor McGonagall replied, her look softened as she watched the bundle shift slightly. "I think his fate and her fate will be intertwined, but I am not sure what will become of either." The man called Albus Dumbledore said, snow lightly covering his already white beard. And copying the actions of the two ladies, with a final look, and a pop, they too, were gone.
The next morning the muggle couple called the Grangers woke up to find the baby on their doorstep. They took her inside and warmed her up, and treated her as their own. They named her Hermione, and she was their child, no matter what anyone else said. Hermione did not learn of her true heritage till years later.
And 18 years later, only a few years after the child called Hermione learned who she actually was, is where our story starts.
A/N: All reviews are very much appreciated? So what do you think? Tell me, I love to hear from anyone who reads this. Oh, and I'm very sorry that its so short, don't worry, it will get much longer.
Lots of love,
-Eliza
18 years ago
"I can't do it, Trinity, I can't." A woman with raven black hair sobbed to her companion. The other woman, who was slightly older, hushed her and told her in a soft voice, "You must do this for the child's safety and for the safety of the entire Magical World." The lady had wavy blonde- almost white hair, and coal black eyes that seemed to have wisdom within their depths. The two were in a park and it was snowing slightly. It was early in the morning and darkness covered them. The other woman gave a soft sigh and looked lovingly at the bundle in her arms. "You're right, as always. I must. But when will I see her again? I don't think I can bare to live without her, now that he is gone."
The bundle in her arms shifted to reveal a beautiful baby who looked to be a year old. She resembled her mother very much, having the same raven black hair and the same beautiful amethyst eyes, though hers were not filled with tears. The other lady looked at the dark-haired woman and her babe with pity. "Come Amethyst, we must leave her now, in the cover of darkness. We will leave her with the muggle family, the Grangers, she will be safe there. I know that you will see her again, I had a dream about you two last night. Now come, their house is this way."
The pair walked towards a rather large house and entered the gated lawn. They bent down on the front step. "You must conceal her appearance. She is a dead ringer for you and Severus." The blonde told the other softly. "I know." The dark-haired lady named Amethyst muttered some spells under her breath and the baby looked like another. She had brown hair that even now was slightly curly, and large chocolate brown eyes. Her complexion was slightly darker, her cheekbones lower and her nose smaller. The baby's small hand closed over one of Amethyst's fingers. Tears slid down both ladies cheeks as the one called Amethyst slipped a letter into the bundle. Inside the letter she placed three necklaces and a ring.
"The Grangers are not able to have a child, and were to adopt. They will treat dear Ella as their own." The lady told her friend lightly as the both rose. "I know Trinity." Amethyst replied, and with a final look at the now sleeping baby, and a small pop, they were gone.
"Like déjà vu, isn't it not, Professor McGonagall?" An elderly man asked his companion, a severe looking woman. They had watched the whole thing in the darkness from a far, and both felt immensely sad. "Yes, Albus, that was us with the Potter child a short while ago." Professor McGonagall replied, her look softened as she watched the bundle shift slightly. "I think his fate and her fate will be intertwined, but I am not sure what will become of either." The man called Albus Dumbledore said, snow lightly covering his already white beard. And copying the actions of the two ladies, with a final look, and a pop, they too, were gone.
The next morning the muggle couple called the Grangers woke up to find the baby on their doorstep. They took her inside and warmed her up, and treated her as their own. They named her Hermione, and she was their child, no matter what anyone else said. Hermione did not learn of her true heritage till years later.
And 18 years later, only a few years after the child called Hermione learned who she actually was, is where our story starts.
A/N: All reviews are very much appreciated? So what do you think? Tell me, I love to hear from anyone who reads this. Oh, and I'm very sorry that its so short, don't worry, it will get much longer.
Lots of love,
-Eliza