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Chapter on: It all started
Rain poured in buckets on the town in London known as Surrey. It was dark outside, cold and crude as ice aswell. A young girl with honey coloured hair and almond eyes gazed at her mother through the remains of her house in the countryside.
The house itself had been literally blown to smitherines, powerful magic mixed with muggle weaponry, yet it was all so quiet. The two women had been on a walk at the time, and when they had returned down the isolated country lane, the three-storey house had already been blown up.
Immidiately, they had gazed in shock, wonder and mute horror. Now, two hours later, they were foraging through the rubble to try and salvage something, anything. They had no phones, the girls wand had been in the house and her father was away in New Zealand on business.
"Wha..What happened?" Those had been the only words uttered between them, and there was no reply.
Three hours later and a faint buzzing filled the silent air. Hermione looked skywards. Above her several sleek, black choppers were dotted about the sky. In seconds they had landed and mountain sized men were approaching the pair. They shared a look of discomfort and fright, then gazed hard at the men.
A particularly wide man wearing a pinstriped suit of the finest material available walked forth, flanked by two men taller and leaner than he. The man spoke.
"Did you enjoy that? Marisa sends her regards Anna," He spoke with a slight Spanish hint to his smooth voice, and a particularly nasty look on his face, yet the speech was directed to the older of the two women.
The older woman Anna, leapt forward. "You sick, twisted bastard! I should have known. I know what youre here for, and you can't have it!"
"Mum.What are you talking about, who is he?" Hermione had spoken and jerked her head towards the man to illustrate her point.
The two adults stopped their tirade for a minute, Anna looking at the seventeen year old with pity, the strange man looking at her almost.hungrily. Anna, her mother, opened her mouth to speak, but the man was quicker.
"Mum, you say? Ah, my dear, you have much to learn. Did Anna not tell you?" Her smirked, a sort of twisted smile that made her insides want to cave in from illness.
"Don't you say another word to her! I'l call the police, we had a deal!" Anna was shouting angrily, her face intent.
Hermione was confused. What were these people so desperate to tell/not tell her that this man had blown up her house for? She was now angry, she was seventeen for gods sake, what was it?
"Enough! What are you talking about? Mum quiet, I want to hear what he has to say, more importantly, who he is!" Hermione was soon anoyed, her mother opened her mouth to object, but the man cut her off and she gave him a look of deep distain.
"Senorita, my deepest apologiest. My name is Senior Ravado. My business is with you not this muggle," He flashed her a grin and she swallowed, he knew magic.
"Now my child, you are not what you may seem. These muggles have not told you, I see. You are no commonplace muggle-born. In fact, quite the opposite. Senorita, you are a pureblood." Hermione couldn't breathe, let alone talk. Hes bullshitting, she thought. But why?
"That's not true! Shut up! Who do you think you are, and stop calling me Senorita! It's Hermione Granger!" She retorted hotly, but the look on his face was priceless, then he rounded on her mum.
"This child knows nothing! What did you teach her! Kidnapping I thought was low, but this!" He threw his hands up and sighed.
Suddenly, a pair of strong arms wound themselves around Hermiones slim waist, winding her. A large man in a black suit was holding her, and carrying her off to one off the choppers. Regaining her senses, she kicked and scream her head off. The man payed no heed to her, until she was at the chopper.He then strapped her in and left her. Her mother was placed next to her. Oh no.
What was going on? Millions of questions were zooming through her head at the speed of light. She knew nothing, and it infuriated her to the very depths of her soul.
A sharp pang of pain suddenly erupted at the top of her head, causing her to black out. The darkness soothed her, in a way.
Hermione awoke in a bed, not hers. The days events ran through her mind, causing her to sit. She surveyed her surroundings. She was in a four poster bed with scarlet hangings that reminded her of Hogwarts. A chest, wardrobe and vanity were aligned on the wall to her left. A large woooden door faced her, the walls painted with a cream hue. Silently, she crept out of bed to the door and opened it. It didn't make a noise, hinting that it was well oiled.
She stepped out into the corridor to be greeted by two of the 'mountain men' holding rather large guns at her neck. She gulped. Oops.
She was then carried off to what she presumed to be a boardroom, one man roughly holding each arm.
She was pushed forth, the men stationary at her sides The man from earlier stood infront of her.
"Do you want to know whats going on?" He asked her in his Spanish accent.
Well no, she thought sarcastically. She wanted to find answers, her mother and leave.
"Sit" It was a command and she did as she was told. She looked pointedly at him through long black lashes.
"I think we have established you are pureblood. I'll show you later. It all started eighteen years ago. My wife, Marrisa Ravado was pining for a child. She was soon pregnant just months after. But I was troubled. I own an organisation that riddles the world, wizarding and muggle. I run an illegal company that kill and steal things through the waorl with the use of muggle technology and wizarding expertise. We had many enemies, including Anna Granger and her husband. We were once great friends but, alas, Anna was barren. She was jelous and a plot formed to steal my daughter. It was carefully executed, and surprisingly enough it worked. My daughter was stolen from me at the age of almost two and my wife begged me to let Anna keep her. I knew better, Anna had something on my wife and I let the child go. Years later I realised what woe the absence of the child had caused us and I set out to retrieve her. That child is you."
Hermione was dumbfounded, there was no other word for it. She was a daughter of another man and woman. Was it true? It would explain no scan or baby photos and the shifty looks of her muggle parents. Strange. But so true.
END OF CHAPPIE
Sorry that was so confusing, it killed me abit. Please R+R as this is my first story. Creative critisism welcome.
Later, Cereza
Chapter on: It all started
Rain poured in buckets on the town in London known as Surrey. It was dark outside, cold and crude as ice aswell. A young girl with honey coloured hair and almond eyes gazed at her mother through the remains of her house in the countryside.
The house itself had been literally blown to smitherines, powerful magic mixed with muggle weaponry, yet it was all so quiet. The two women had been on a walk at the time, and when they had returned down the isolated country lane, the three-storey house had already been blown up.
Immidiately, they had gazed in shock, wonder and mute horror. Now, two hours later, they were foraging through the rubble to try and salvage something, anything. They had no phones, the girls wand had been in the house and her father was away in New Zealand on business.
"Wha..What happened?" Those had been the only words uttered between them, and there was no reply.
Three hours later and a faint buzzing filled the silent air. Hermione looked skywards. Above her several sleek, black choppers were dotted about the sky. In seconds they had landed and mountain sized men were approaching the pair. They shared a look of discomfort and fright, then gazed hard at the men.
A particularly wide man wearing a pinstriped suit of the finest material available walked forth, flanked by two men taller and leaner than he. The man spoke.
"Did you enjoy that? Marisa sends her regards Anna," He spoke with a slight Spanish hint to his smooth voice, and a particularly nasty look on his face, yet the speech was directed to the older of the two women.
The older woman Anna, leapt forward. "You sick, twisted bastard! I should have known. I know what youre here for, and you can't have it!"
"Mum.What are you talking about, who is he?" Hermione had spoken and jerked her head towards the man to illustrate her point.
The two adults stopped their tirade for a minute, Anna looking at the seventeen year old with pity, the strange man looking at her almost.hungrily. Anna, her mother, opened her mouth to speak, but the man was quicker.
"Mum, you say? Ah, my dear, you have much to learn. Did Anna not tell you?" Her smirked, a sort of twisted smile that made her insides want to cave in from illness.
"Don't you say another word to her! I'l call the police, we had a deal!" Anna was shouting angrily, her face intent.
Hermione was confused. What were these people so desperate to tell/not tell her that this man had blown up her house for? She was now angry, she was seventeen for gods sake, what was it?
"Enough! What are you talking about? Mum quiet, I want to hear what he has to say, more importantly, who he is!" Hermione was soon anoyed, her mother opened her mouth to object, but the man cut her off and she gave him a look of deep distain.
"Senorita, my deepest apologiest. My name is Senior Ravado. My business is with you not this muggle," He flashed her a grin and she swallowed, he knew magic.
"Now my child, you are not what you may seem. These muggles have not told you, I see. You are no commonplace muggle-born. In fact, quite the opposite. Senorita, you are a pureblood." Hermione couldn't breathe, let alone talk. Hes bullshitting, she thought. But why?
"That's not true! Shut up! Who do you think you are, and stop calling me Senorita! It's Hermione Granger!" She retorted hotly, but the look on his face was priceless, then he rounded on her mum.
"This child knows nothing! What did you teach her! Kidnapping I thought was low, but this!" He threw his hands up and sighed.
Suddenly, a pair of strong arms wound themselves around Hermiones slim waist, winding her. A large man in a black suit was holding her, and carrying her off to one off the choppers. Regaining her senses, she kicked and scream her head off. The man payed no heed to her, until she was at the chopper.He then strapped her in and left her. Her mother was placed next to her. Oh no.
What was going on? Millions of questions were zooming through her head at the speed of light. She knew nothing, and it infuriated her to the very depths of her soul.
A sharp pang of pain suddenly erupted at the top of her head, causing her to black out. The darkness soothed her, in a way.
Hermione awoke in a bed, not hers. The days events ran through her mind, causing her to sit. She surveyed her surroundings. She was in a four poster bed with scarlet hangings that reminded her of Hogwarts. A chest, wardrobe and vanity were aligned on the wall to her left. A large woooden door faced her, the walls painted with a cream hue. Silently, she crept out of bed to the door and opened it. It didn't make a noise, hinting that it was well oiled.
She stepped out into the corridor to be greeted by two of the 'mountain men' holding rather large guns at her neck. She gulped. Oops.
She was then carried off to what she presumed to be a boardroom, one man roughly holding each arm.
She was pushed forth, the men stationary at her sides The man from earlier stood infront of her.
"Do you want to know whats going on?" He asked her in his Spanish accent.
Well no, she thought sarcastically. She wanted to find answers, her mother and leave.
"Sit" It was a command and she did as she was told. She looked pointedly at him through long black lashes.
"I think we have established you are pureblood. I'll show you later. It all started eighteen years ago. My wife, Marrisa Ravado was pining for a child. She was soon pregnant just months after. But I was troubled. I own an organisation that riddles the world, wizarding and muggle. I run an illegal company that kill and steal things through the waorl with the use of muggle technology and wizarding expertise. We had many enemies, including Anna Granger and her husband. We were once great friends but, alas, Anna was barren. She was jelous and a plot formed to steal my daughter. It was carefully executed, and surprisingly enough it worked. My daughter was stolen from me at the age of almost two and my wife begged me to let Anna keep her. I knew better, Anna had something on my wife and I let the child go. Years later I realised what woe the absence of the child had caused us and I set out to retrieve her. That child is you."
Hermione was dumbfounded, there was no other word for it. She was a daughter of another man and woman. Was it true? It would explain no scan or baby photos and the shifty looks of her muggle parents. Strange. But so true.
END OF CHAPPIE
Sorry that was so confusing, it killed me abit. Please R+R as this is my first story. Creative critisism welcome.
Later, Cereza