Title: The Bermuda Triangle
Summary: A plane crashes near the Bermuda Triangle and apparently all on board are killed. All, that is, but a mother and her daughter. The Triangle's magic transports the two into the Forbidden Forest and questions arise when the young mother leads her teenage daughter to the school—everybody thought the Gryffindor was dead, but she's here now and her daughter has curly blonde hair and is sorted into Slytherin. What is going on here?
Pairings: Past Hermione/Draco…present Harry/Ginny…who knows what else…
Author: Silver Sparklze
Started: 7th September 2003
Reason For Writing: This story was started as a challenge issued by Sage: The Dark Dryad. Let it be known that I NEVER turn down a challenge…*Ash's sister* LIAR!
Author's Note: Jillian writes a letter…and…*blush* note at the bottom concerning some (i.e., what Virginia says) bold writing in story…
Draco tapped his quill to his chin gently, frowning. Something about Hermione Granger was different…aside from the obvious. From what he'd witnessed earlier…she must still have some feelings for him. He only prayed it was so.
Sighing, Draco got up. She would have to make the first move. He agreed with…some muggle author…the highest price you can pay for something is to ask for it…sometimes too high. This was one of those times…
Jillian put all her books in alphabetical order on the desk, loaded her quill, took out some fresh parchment, and put pen to paper.
'Dear Candice,'
She began, then frowned. How to word it? What to say first? She sighed, then began to write again,
'How are you? I'm fine. You won't believe what I'm about to tell you, but…I found my father!!! I know! It's sooo cool!
The only thing is…Mum's still in love with him. I should have known, I suppose. After all, there's no other reason for why she refused when your dad proposed, right?
So here I am, at this new school…for magic! I can't help but be really happy, even if my house teacher does hate me. It's kinda ironic, coz I've always imagined that when my father and I met, it'd be like in the movies, and stories, y'know? He'd see me, I'd see him, and we'd just…well…know. But he has no idea that I'm his daughter, no idea at all, and he hates me for some unknown reason.
There's this really cool guy here, he was the one who first realised who Mum was. His name's Remus Lupin, and he's really nice. The only thing is…he's really sad too. You see, when he was at Hogwarts, he was way, way in love with this girl. But for some reason, she hated him. She was a Ravenclaw, so I don't see why, it'd be different if she was a Slytherin, coz supposedly Slytherins hate Gryffindors.
But anyway, she hated him. Remus said something about her not being able to stand him being a monster. I don't get it, but Remus said I'd understand one day. Anyway, this girl was on the side of the Light, but in the first War against this evil dude named Voldemort – who hates muggles and muggle-borns, even though he's apparently a half-blood – she died.
Remus was in her regiment thingy, and she died right in his arms. And he says the last words she ever said were an apology to him for all those years. She said she'd make it up to him when she got better. But she died. Remus hasn't loved anyone since. Sad, huh?
Mum's really, really depressed, coz Professor Malfoy (my father) doesn't love her. And I mean really! So…I have this plan. I'm gonna mix a love potion, and make him love her! Whaddya reckon?
Enough about me, how goes it with you? How's your lil sis? And Tristan? How's he? You admitted you lurve him yet?
Gotta go, See ya on the flip side!
Jill.'
Jillian sealed the envelope, smiling happily. Then she got up. She'd have to find some way to see Gaia, and ask to borrow her screech owl Silence.
***
Jillian crept past Malfoy's office slowly, trying to keep from being discovered. She'd had a near close call moments earlier when a purple haired Jetani (the hair being the work of some Gryffindor, no doubt) had stormed past, raging about her many attempts to fix the colour of her locks.
Sighing in relief as she managed to escape, she began to run, only to be knocked over by a red headed Gryffindor two or three heads taller than her.
"Watch where you're going!" Jillian snapped, her temper flaring.
"Well so-rry! It was an accident!" The Gryffindor retorted.
"Sure it was. You great big bully! If you wanted to piss me off, you couldn't have found a better way to do it!"
"I wasn't trying to piss you off, you little spitfire! And I'm not a bully!" Jillian glared at him, and softened when she saw the honesty in his blue eyes.
"Alright," She said, "I believe you. I'm sorry for going off at you like that." She stuck out her hand, "I'm Jillian Granger." Warily, the boy shook it.
"Matthew Weasley." He replied.
"Weasley? Then you know Gaia, right?" She asked excitedly.
"Yeah…she's my cousin…what do you want with her?" Matthew asked, looking suspicious.
"She's one of my friends, and I need to borrow Silent to post a letter." Jillian answered.
"Oh…well you're out of luck, Silent's taking a letter to Grandma Molly and Grandpa Arthur."
"Darn! I was hoping to send this letter today!" Jillian said blowing a few blonde curls away.
"You can use my owl if you like," Matthew offered.
"Really? Thanks!"
"No problem, come with me," Matthew led her to the Owlery…
Virginia Potter cursed as she dropped yet another stitch.
"Damn! Why can't I get this right?" She yelled.
"Honey? Are you ok?" Harry poked his head around the door, his nose covered with flour. Virginia smiled; got up, and…well…waddled over to him.
"Yes, I'm fine, just annoyed that I can't knit." She said soothingly, ruffling his hair at the same time.
"Ok…Virge, did Herm tell you who Jillian's father is?"
"No…" Virginia sighed, hurt showing plainly in her large brown eyes.
"Well…I think I know who it may be."
"Who?" Curiosity shone in Virginia's eyes as she moved even closer.
"I'm not sure I should tell you."
"Harry!" Virginia pouted, then grinned, and moved even closer, whispering in Harry's ear. "Ne pensez pas que je ne me rappelle pas vous comment exciter, Harry Potter. Il est été quelques semaines, mais je me rappelle exactement où embrasser, toucher, et caresser..."Harry's neck flushed red.
"Virginia…" He said, the words coming out as an almost-moan.
"Gonna tell me yet?" Virginia asked, caressing Harry's face.
"O-ok." Harry stammered, his cheeks going red now. He quickly recounted the whole story, and Virginia stroked her stomach thoughtfully.
"So Hermione's in love with Draco Malfoy…hmm…this has definite possibilities."
"Hey! I said she once was in love with him, not that she still was!" Harry protested.
"Of course you did sweetheart." Virginia soothed, standing up. "Now I have to go and…'man' my post for a while. See you later…" She walked off as gracefully as she could while carrying an extra 15 or so kilos…
It was morning in Candice Sierra's part of the world, and she was just trying to find the motivation to get out of bed and face the world. After her best friend Jillian Granger had been killed, she'd pretty much lost the will to live at all. It was at that moment that a miniscule brown speckled scops owl tapped on her window. She walked over, opened the window, and allowed the bird to fly in.
There was no time to wonder why she had an owl flying around her bedroom, before it dropped a letter on her head. She recognised the writing with delight. It was Jillian's! Hastily, she opened the letter.
'Dear Candice,'
'How are you? I'm fine. You won't believe what I'm about to tell you, but…I found my father!!! I know! It's sooo cool!
The only thing is…Mum's still in love with him. I should have known, I suppose. After all, there's no other reason for why she refused when your dad proposed, right?
So here I am, at this new school…for magic! I can't help but be really happy, even if my house teacher does hate me. It's kinda ironic, coz I've always imagined that when my father and I met, it'd be like in the movies, and stories, y'know? He'd see me, I'd see him, and we'd just…well…know. But he has no idea that I'm his daughter, no idea at all, and he hates me for some unknown reason.
There's this really cool guy here, he was the one who first realised who Mum was. His name's Remus Lupin, and he's really nice. The only thing is…he's really sad too. You see, when he was at Hogwarts, he was way, way in love with this girl. But for some reason, she hated him. She was a Ravenclaw, so I don't see why, it'd be different if she was a Slytherin, coz supposedly Slytherins hate Gryffindors.
But anyway, she hated him. Remus said something about her not being able to stand him being a monster. I don't get it, but Remus said I'd understand one day. Anyway, this girl was on the side of the Light, but in the first War against this evil dude named Voldemort – who hates muggles and muggle-borns, even though he's apparently a half-blood – she died.
Remus was in her regiment thingy, and she died right in his arms. And he says the last words she ever said were an apology to him for all those years. She said she'd make it up to him when she got better. But she died. Remus hasn't loved anyone since. Sad, huh?
Mum's really, really depressed, coz Professor Malfoy (my father) doesn't love her. And I mean really! So…I have this plan. I'm gonna mix a love potion, and make him love her! Whaddya reckon?
Enough about me, how goes it with you? How's your lil sis? And Tristan? How's he? You admitted you lurve him yet?
Gotta go, See ya on the flip side!
Jill.'
Candice frowned. That was Jillian all over. Not thinking about the consequences. She was certain that at some point in time, Aunt Hermione, (Hermione Granger wasn't any real relation to Candice, but that didn't matter, as she was Candice's godmother,) had mentioned that removing someone's right to free will was black magic, and surely creating a love-potion was going to remove someone of their free will. She immediately grabbed some paper and a ballpoint pen off her desk, before writing back.
'Dear Jill,
Don't you dare! Aren't love-potions illegal in the Wizarding World? Don't get into trouble; I wouldn't want you to be sent to that Wizard Jail Aunt Hermione told us about.
As for how I am, I'm VERY, VERY RELIEVED! Don't you EVER do that to me again, y'hear? I was so worried! Next time you get it into your head to be involved in a plane-crash WRITE IMMEDIATELY!
Now that's out of the way, who's owl are you using? I know you didn't have one when you left. What's its name?
I'm very sorry to hear about Aunt Hermione and Mr. Malfoy, but you CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!! You have to let them sort it out, ok?
Poor Remus. You be real nice to him, ya hear? Is he a teacher? What does he teach?
April's fine, and so is Tristan, as far as I know. No I haven't gotten up the courage to ask him out yet, and what are you talking about? Why would I want to go out with Tristan? He's an egotistical, chauvinistic bastard! (And don't even think about taking that the wrong way young lady!)
Must go, TTFN.
Love, Candice.'
She handed the letter to the owl, which immediately flew off with it, ignoring her question about whether or not it would like to eat her little sister's rat…
There, satisfied, Sage? There's the explanation about Remmy being unlucky in love. I stuck it in just for you. Er…I don't think you really wanna know exactly what Virginia said…
Also, thank you to these reviewers;
Nell09: Oh, you know, that would be great. If I use anymore French (and I think I do, can't quite remember), I'll be sure to email you and ask your opinion. Oh, btw, I be you know exactly what Virginia says in this chapter, am I right? *wink, wink*
Alka: Ok, I'm updating. Thanks J
Romm: Yeah, he has a clue now, as you'll see in this chapter.
Unicorn13: Not in this chapter…*mysterious smile*
Swishy Willow Wand: Yes, the cat (Ryu) is Draco. I think the fact that Ryu is Japanese for dragon, and Draco is Latin for dragon is a pretty big clue.
skyleia: Oh dear, don't you hate it when your parents are evil?
The Great Muses: There we go. I've updated. Happy?