Title: The Digibelum Magi Arc Part 1: Police work.
Chapter title: Two sisters.
Keywords: Hermione, Sara Pezzini
Summary. A Witchblade/Harry Potter crossover. Hermione Granger discovers
her cousin over the Atlantic and with it a few secrets that might
irrevocably change the young witch as she discovers more about her family
and the strange artefact connected with it.
Copyright: All respective characters are used without permission for no
profit and remain the property of their respective creators.
Prologue.
"Wow, it is still so difficult to believe. My little sister, getting married, it feels like only yesterday you were pestering me about getting that last slice of apple pie" The dark haired young woman shook her head covered in soft curls towards the speaker: "Really Lizzy, I am hardly that girl anymore and you are no longer that teenager who will give me the aforementioned slice just to keep me quiet."
The older of the two women, stood up from her chair and walked towards the mirror in front of which the other one was standing. "No, we are not, Maya. I am simply a little bewildered by the fact that I am helping you get into your wedding dress!" "Well, in gratitude for your help I'll name my first daughter after you." The statement prompted both women into a fit of giggles. Getting her breath back to normal the older woman quipped: "If I knew that I'd help you more often then all your daughters will be named after me." The statement prompted more giggling fits.
Lizzy regained her composure first and continued speaking on a more serious note: "Are you sure getting married during the war is the right thing? There are no guarantees that John will come back..." She left her sentence unfinished but it's conclusion hanged between two sisters in an ominous moment of silence. The younger sister smiled sadly: "I am sure Lizzy, war or no war I'd marry him in an instant. This is truly a case of 'Better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all." Lizzy raised her hands in defeat: "I trust your judgement. I think that hearing my ever-sensible sister quote poetry is more than enough proof for me." –she finished with a smile. Picking up a small bouquet of roses she asked, "Shall we?"
A few minutes later... "Do you, Maya Deirdre Bronte, take John Michael Granger to be your lawful wedded husband?" The maid of honour sitting in the front pew of a small hospital chapel in World War ĪĪ USA seemed not to hear the clergyman but instead was lost in her own thoughts: "Elizabeth Granger, sounds like a good name for a niece." The red stone set into the unusual bracelet on her right wrist glowed warmly in acknowledgement.
Like it or hate it? Your comments are very welcome as well as constructive criticism. This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction so I am a little rusty on my spells and any help is appreciated.
Prologue.
"Wow, it is still so difficult to believe. My little sister, getting married, it feels like only yesterday you were pestering me about getting that last slice of apple pie" The dark haired young woman shook her head covered in soft curls towards the speaker: "Really Lizzy, I am hardly that girl anymore and you are no longer that teenager who will give me the aforementioned slice just to keep me quiet."
The older of the two women, stood up from her chair and walked towards the mirror in front of which the other one was standing. "No, we are not, Maya. I am simply a little bewildered by the fact that I am helping you get into your wedding dress!" "Well, in gratitude for your help I'll name my first daughter after you." The statement prompted both women into a fit of giggles. Getting her breath back to normal the older woman quipped: "If I knew that I'd help you more often then all your daughters will be named after me." The statement prompted more giggling fits.
Lizzy regained her composure first and continued speaking on a more serious note: "Are you sure getting married during the war is the right thing? There are no guarantees that John will come back..." She left her sentence unfinished but it's conclusion hanged between two sisters in an ominous moment of silence. The younger sister smiled sadly: "I am sure Lizzy, war or no war I'd marry him in an instant. This is truly a case of 'Better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all." Lizzy raised her hands in defeat: "I trust your judgement. I think that hearing my ever-sensible sister quote poetry is more than enough proof for me." –she finished with a smile. Picking up a small bouquet of roses she asked, "Shall we?"
A few minutes later... "Do you, Maya Deirdre Bronte, take John Michael Granger to be your lawful wedded husband?" The maid of honour sitting in the front pew of a small hospital chapel in World War ĪĪ USA seemed not to hear the clergyman but instead was lost in her own thoughts: "Elizabeth Granger, sounds like a good name for a niece." The red stone set into the unusual bracelet on her right wrist glowed warmly in acknowledgement.
Like it or hate it? Your comments are very welcome as well as constructive criticism. This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction so I am a little rusty on my spells and any help is appreciated.