"Well, You are adopted."
Hermione paled slightly, her glance went from Lucius to her parents. It wasn't true, it couldn't be true. A million thoughts went rushing through her head when she caught Draco's eye. There was something in them, a different kind of hate.
"Father, you can't possibly believe that Granger is the one we're looking for!" Draco asked indignantly. Lucius just smiled at his son, an evil glint in his eye.
"Yes, she is. I'm positive. Now Miss Granger, if you will have a seat, I shall explain what I've just told your, erm, parents." She felt a firm hand on her shoulder push her down onto the couch with her parents. Another hand grabbed hers and squeezed it in a comforting manner. She met her mother's gaze and felt an overwhelming sense compassion for the woman.
"You're real name is Hermione Riddle, granddaughter of the Dark Lord. Your father was his illegitimate son who knocked up your mother. They were killed after you were born. Unfortunately, your mother, fearing what your grandfather would do with you, sent you to a muggle orphanage where the Granger's here, adopted you."
"Mum, Dad. Is this true?" Hermione's eyes held a deathly glare and her face was very pale. Mrs. Granger stifled a sob and nodded solemnly. Mr. Granger didn't look her in the eye, just comforted her mother.
"We didn't know you were from, you know, that world, but we did adopt you. We planned on telling you when you turned sixteen. We're so sorry, Hermione."
Hermione turned to the Malfoy's. "Why now? Why find me now?"
"Ah, the golden question. All I can tell you is that the Dark Lord is very interested in finishing some unfinished business." His face spread into another evil smirk, contorting his sickly face even more.
"So you're planning on killing me, just like my parents."
"Oh, I'm not going to kill you. I'm leaving that to the Dark Lord. Now, I think we've over stayed our welcome Draco. Help Miss Granger with her things. I have some details to discuss with the Grangers." Draco grabbed Hermione's arm and roughly pulled her to her feet. She pulled away from his grasp and stomped up her stairs, Draco dangerously close behind him. Once the children we're upstairs and in her room, Lucius pulled out his wand and turned to the Grangers.
"I was ordered not to harm you, but this won't hurt. Obliviate!" A flash of light filled the room for a second and Lucius grinned. The Grangers sat on the couch, no expressions on their faces. Not two seconds later, Hermione and Draco returned from the upper level, her trunk in tow.
"Well, Mr. And Mrs. Granger, thank you ever so much for all your help. We'll just be leaving!" Lucius said, putting on a jovial façade. Hermione paused on the bottom stair, confused slightly.
"Mum, Dad. I'll owl you sometime." She said. No reply. "Mum, Dad?" They Grangers turned to her, then back to Mr. Malfoy.
"Who is the young lady talking too? Surely not us?" Mr. Granger asked. Lucius shook his head 'no'.
"Well, after her attack, it left her with hallucinations. She imagines things all the time. If it wasn't for you kind souls, who knows what would've become of her. Thank you ever so much."
Hermione stood in shock. Her parents didn't know her. Lucius Malfoy had erased the memory of her. How dare he? Wasn't it bad enough that she had to leave and her life wasn't what they had told her, Did he have to go and erase the mere memory of her life?
"YOU EVIL, EVIL MAN! HOW DARE YOU MODIFY THEY'RE MEMORY! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU-"But she was cut short by a silencing charm from Lucius. With a nod to the speechless Grangers, Lucius bid Draco and Hermione to follow him. Draco took her arm and pulled her toward the fireplace, he threw the trunk into the roaring green fire, "Malfoy Manor!" He said and followed it. Lucius pushed Hermione in after him, grinning evilly. She tried to cry out, but the silencing charm prevented her from doing so, the green flames enveloped her and she spun up the fireplace. Lucius nodded then apparated away. Leaving the two Grangers utterly bewildered.
Hermione tumbled out of the fireplace and knocked over Draco, who had just arrived and was pulling the trunk away. The two wound up tangled together on the floor, trying desperately to get away from each other, to no avail.
"Ahem. I'm sorry to break up this little moment. But Miss Riddle's Grandfather will be wanting to speak with her." Draco pushed Hermione away from him and stood up, fixing his hair which had fallen out of place during the floor tango. Hermione laid on the floor for a moment longer, catching her breath. She took in the surroundings. It was well furnished, it was obviously a family room of some sort. It reminded her of Grimmauld Place. With tapestries and portraits of deceased family members glaring down at them. She reluctantly stood up and brushed herself off as Lucius removed the silencing charm from her. "Come." He beckoned, and she followed.
He led her down a passageway and through a few rooms before coming to a stairway. Each step echoed against the wall, the sound of dripping water was all around her. She felt her pulse quicken with each inch closer to what looked like a door at the end. But she couldn't be too sure. Lucius halted at the door and knocked four times. The door creaked open slowly revealing a dimly lit room, the smell of mold and decades of dust along with rotting flesh contaminated the room. She slowly followed him and stopped in the center of the room, across from her, sitting in a high backed chair, wand drawn, looking joyfully evil, was Voldermort.
A/N: Here's the next chapter! Hope you enjoy! Thanks to my reviewer! I would really appreciate some more! Enjoy!
Hermione paled slightly, her glance went from Lucius to her parents. It wasn't true, it couldn't be true. A million thoughts went rushing through her head when she caught Draco's eye. There was something in them, a different kind of hate.
"Father, you can't possibly believe that Granger is the one we're looking for!" Draco asked indignantly. Lucius just smiled at his son, an evil glint in his eye.
"Yes, she is. I'm positive. Now Miss Granger, if you will have a seat, I shall explain what I've just told your, erm, parents." She felt a firm hand on her shoulder push her down onto the couch with her parents. Another hand grabbed hers and squeezed it in a comforting manner. She met her mother's gaze and felt an overwhelming sense compassion for the woman.
"You're real name is Hermione Riddle, granddaughter of the Dark Lord. Your father was his illegitimate son who knocked up your mother. They were killed after you were born. Unfortunately, your mother, fearing what your grandfather would do with you, sent you to a muggle orphanage where the Granger's here, adopted you."
"Mum, Dad. Is this true?" Hermione's eyes held a deathly glare and her face was very pale. Mrs. Granger stifled a sob and nodded solemnly. Mr. Granger didn't look her in the eye, just comforted her mother.
"We didn't know you were from, you know, that world, but we did adopt you. We planned on telling you when you turned sixteen. We're so sorry, Hermione."
Hermione turned to the Malfoy's. "Why now? Why find me now?"
"Ah, the golden question. All I can tell you is that the Dark Lord is very interested in finishing some unfinished business." His face spread into another evil smirk, contorting his sickly face even more.
"So you're planning on killing me, just like my parents."
"Oh, I'm not going to kill you. I'm leaving that to the Dark Lord. Now, I think we've over stayed our welcome Draco. Help Miss Granger with her things. I have some details to discuss with the Grangers." Draco grabbed Hermione's arm and roughly pulled her to her feet. She pulled away from his grasp and stomped up her stairs, Draco dangerously close behind him. Once the children we're upstairs and in her room, Lucius pulled out his wand and turned to the Grangers.
"I was ordered not to harm you, but this won't hurt. Obliviate!" A flash of light filled the room for a second and Lucius grinned. The Grangers sat on the couch, no expressions on their faces. Not two seconds later, Hermione and Draco returned from the upper level, her trunk in tow.
"Well, Mr. And Mrs. Granger, thank you ever so much for all your help. We'll just be leaving!" Lucius said, putting on a jovial façade. Hermione paused on the bottom stair, confused slightly.
"Mum, Dad. I'll owl you sometime." She said. No reply. "Mum, Dad?" They Grangers turned to her, then back to Mr. Malfoy.
"Who is the young lady talking too? Surely not us?" Mr. Granger asked. Lucius shook his head 'no'.
"Well, after her attack, it left her with hallucinations. She imagines things all the time. If it wasn't for you kind souls, who knows what would've become of her. Thank you ever so much."
Hermione stood in shock. Her parents didn't know her. Lucius Malfoy had erased the memory of her. How dare he? Wasn't it bad enough that she had to leave and her life wasn't what they had told her, Did he have to go and erase the mere memory of her life?
"YOU EVIL, EVIL MAN! HOW DARE YOU MODIFY THEY'RE MEMORY! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU-"But she was cut short by a silencing charm from Lucius. With a nod to the speechless Grangers, Lucius bid Draco and Hermione to follow him. Draco took her arm and pulled her toward the fireplace, he threw the trunk into the roaring green fire, "Malfoy Manor!" He said and followed it. Lucius pushed Hermione in after him, grinning evilly. She tried to cry out, but the silencing charm prevented her from doing so, the green flames enveloped her and she spun up the fireplace. Lucius nodded then apparated away. Leaving the two Grangers utterly bewildered.
Hermione tumbled out of the fireplace and knocked over Draco, who had just arrived and was pulling the trunk away. The two wound up tangled together on the floor, trying desperately to get away from each other, to no avail.
"Ahem. I'm sorry to break up this little moment. But Miss Riddle's Grandfather will be wanting to speak with her." Draco pushed Hermione away from him and stood up, fixing his hair which had fallen out of place during the floor tango. Hermione laid on the floor for a moment longer, catching her breath. She took in the surroundings. It was well furnished, it was obviously a family room of some sort. It reminded her of Grimmauld Place. With tapestries and portraits of deceased family members glaring down at them. She reluctantly stood up and brushed herself off as Lucius removed the silencing charm from her. "Come." He beckoned, and she followed.
He led her down a passageway and through a few rooms before coming to a stairway. Each step echoed against the wall, the sound of dripping water was all around her. She felt her pulse quicken with each inch closer to what looked like a door at the end. But she couldn't be too sure. Lucius halted at the door and knocked four times. The door creaked open slowly revealing a dimly lit room, the smell of mold and decades of dust along with rotting flesh contaminated the room. She slowly followed him and stopped in the center of the room, across from her, sitting in a high backed chair, wand drawn, looking joyfully evil, was Voldermort.
A/N: Here's the next chapter! Hope you enjoy! Thanks to my reviewer! I would really appreciate some more! Enjoy!