The Hidden
Chapter #1: True Identities
Disclaimer: If you think that I own Harry Potter you really need to get some serious help because if I did, why the hell would I be writing this?
Professor Trelawny may "See all", but Headmaster Dumbledore seems to know all.
A simply complex girl named Hermione Granger was even more complex than even she knew, or for her own good.
readers: wtf? on with the story kiki: okay okay. sorry
Hermione Granger sat in a very uncomfortable chair, shifting nervously outside the Headmaster's office.
"Miss Granger," called the familiar voice of Professor Trelawny.
"Um, yes." Hermione replied shakily.
"The headmaster and I will see you now," said Trelawny. Hermione stood up from her chair and walked into the office. It was...exactly the same as when she was in there in 5th year. Nothing had changed.
"Come. Sit here," said Dumbledore motioning toward the chair opposite of him.
She sat quietly not exactly knowing why she was here, because it had been nearly four years since she stormed out of Professor Trelawny's room that day during divination. Why was she to be punished so long after what had happened?
"Professor Trelawny and I were sitting in these exact same spots 2 weeks ago discussing what she was going to do for her end of year exam, when a very peculiar subject came up-"Dumbledore paused to make sure Hermione had been listening," you."
"Me?" asked Hermione.
"Yes, you. Now, as you may know, Sibyll here possesses the 'inner eye' (cue Hermione eye roll) she as you also may know has made only two prophecies in her life, both about your friend, Mr. Potter. Now what she did was somewhat like a prophecy, only more of a command." continued Dumbledore. Hermione just sat there, somewhat dumbstruck. "here let me show you.
"Thank you," said Hermione, feeling more confortable.
Dumbledore walked over to a cabinet and pull out his pensive. He placed his wand to his temple pulling the memory out and placing it in the pensive.
"Simply touch here," said Dumbledore as himself and Professor Trelawny disappeared into the pensive, she did as told, and ended up in...back in Dumbledore office. Looking from Dumbledore, to Dumbledore, then form Trelawny to Trelawny.
Then the Trelawny in the memory body froze, but her eyes became even larger and her mouth spoke,
"She of golden Gryffindor, is not of whom she may seem. because that of her true identitiy, is hidden from you and me.
When the dark lord dies, from a killing by a friend, her natural self will come alive, and the secrets come to end.
Her disguise is supreme, With her bushy brown hair and slight buck teeth, unseen she will no longer be, to hide her form what would be a horrific defeat.
Parents leave her with all they own, To get this visit vault one-thirteen, because now she must become, the pureblood legend, she was born to be."
Then they were back in what Hermione assumed was the present time. Shock, pure shock, Hermione had not even blinked yet. Hermione Granger learned that her whole life was a lie. Her only words that came out were, "Oh, my, god."
"Miss Granger? Miss Granger?" asked Dumbledore.
"Yeah," said Hermione.
"I would like to direct your attention to the key around your neck. Do you remember where you got that?" asked Dumbledore.
"Um. Sorry, no. I've had it since as long as I can remember. gasp the is the key to vault 113." said Hermione.
"Yes. believe it is. I am not absolutely positive about this of course, and that is why I would ask you to accompany me on a trip to Diagon Alley, Gringott's bank, vault 113 to be exact." said Dumbledore.
Finally really coming back to her senses Hermione replied, "Yes. I mean, of course."
"Good. Good. We, I hate to do this to you, but I will be frightfully busy, until two weeks before school starts. I will be either at the Ministry or, in Babcock on very important business. I urge you to not tell anyone, at all. That goes for Messers Potter and Weasley as well. Also, I ask you to not go to the bank yourself, I would much appreciate if I was there for a type of guidance."
"Um, sure," said Hermione in deep thought.
"Now even though you are not, well, who you are, your parents who have taken care of you Mr. and Mrs. Granger, will be informed about our situation. I trust that you would wish to spend your summer with them just the same. Not to mention visit Ron and Harry, correct?"
"Oh, yeah. Of course, I really need to talk to my parents, well Mr. and Mrs. Granger."
"Your Parents, Hermione, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, are still your parents, as long as you want and feel that they have cared for you, as if you were their own, and I am once again assuming that they did because they have no idea about our dilemma. Yet."
"Well. Um. When are you going to tell them?"
"That, I do not know. Your parents, do, understand mail by owl, correct?"
"Yeah. I send them loads of mail, you know because they like to know what's going on. They send me owls to. They bought one so that they could send me presents to celebrate holidays."
"I could send them an owl. No, I think I would prefer to tell them in person."
"Professor Dumbledore? Um, what's there to tell if they already know tht I'm not their child?"
"Oh, there is much, much more. Professor Trelawny said that you are now of pureblood, that your appearance is a complete disguise. I know that there is a simple potion that you can drink to reveal your true self, we might have you test it, to make sure that you, are appropriate, then I'm sure you would be fine with after the first years are sorted that you would come to the front of the hall before the feast to show everybody."
"If I had already tested the potion and am already different looking won';t they think your lying or something?"
"Oh, yes, I'm sure that they would. We could place the spell back upon you I assume."
"Oh, is that why when we made the potion last week, Snape wouldn't let me. You know, in case it got in a cut or some other way of it getting in my bloodstream?"
"Yes. I asked him to have you not make the potion, yet not tell you why. I am guessing you have only just recently stopped bugging him to as to why you weren't allowed to make the potion-...that is if you even have." And with that final remark Hermione blushed slightly, because she indeed hadn't stopped bugging him.
Note: So how did you guys like that chapter? Reviews, are wanted in any aspect: good ones, constructive criticism and flames to (what does kill me makes me stronger!) Go ahead, press the little purpley, grayish button, Please if you review I'll send you cyber cookies!!!! Thanks 4 reading -Kiki
Chapter #1: True Identities
Disclaimer: If you think that I own Harry Potter you really need to get some serious help because if I did, why the hell would I be writing this?
Professor Trelawny may "See all", but Headmaster Dumbledore seems to know all.
A simply complex girl named Hermione Granger was even more complex than even she knew, or for her own good.
readers: wtf? on with the story kiki: okay okay. sorry
Hermione Granger sat in a very uncomfortable chair, shifting nervously outside the Headmaster's office.
"Miss Granger," called the familiar voice of Professor Trelawny.
"Um, yes." Hermione replied shakily.
"The headmaster and I will see you now," said Trelawny. Hermione stood up from her chair and walked into the office. It was...exactly the same as when she was in there in 5th year. Nothing had changed.
"Come. Sit here," said Dumbledore motioning toward the chair opposite of him.
She sat quietly not exactly knowing why she was here, because it had been nearly four years since she stormed out of Professor Trelawny's room that day during divination. Why was she to be punished so long after what had happened?
"Professor Trelawny and I were sitting in these exact same spots 2 weeks ago discussing what she was going to do for her end of year exam, when a very peculiar subject came up-"Dumbledore paused to make sure Hermione had been listening," you."
"Me?" asked Hermione.
"Yes, you. Now, as you may know, Sibyll here possesses the 'inner eye' (cue Hermione eye roll) she as you also may know has made only two prophecies in her life, both about your friend, Mr. Potter. Now what she did was somewhat like a prophecy, only more of a command." continued Dumbledore. Hermione just sat there, somewhat dumbstruck. "here let me show you.
"Thank you," said Hermione, feeling more confortable.
Dumbledore walked over to a cabinet and pull out his pensive. He placed his wand to his temple pulling the memory out and placing it in the pensive.
"Simply touch here," said Dumbledore as himself and Professor Trelawny disappeared into the pensive, she did as told, and ended up in...back in Dumbledore office. Looking from Dumbledore, to Dumbledore, then form Trelawny to Trelawny.
Then the Trelawny in the memory body froze, but her eyes became even larger and her mouth spoke,
"She of golden Gryffindor, is not of whom she may seem. because that of her true identitiy, is hidden from you and me.
When the dark lord dies, from a killing by a friend, her natural self will come alive, and the secrets come to end.
Her disguise is supreme, With her bushy brown hair and slight buck teeth, unseen she will no longer be, to hide her form what would be a horrific defeat.
Parents leave her with all they own, To get this visit vault one-thirteen, because now she must become, the pureblood legend, she was born to be."
Then they were back in what Hermione assumed was the present time. Shock, pure shock, Hermione had not even blinked yet. Hermione Granger learned that her whole life was a lie. Her only words that came out were, "Oh, my, god."
"Miss Granger? Miss Granger?" asked Dumbledore.
"Yeah," said Hermione.
"I would like to direct your attention to the key around your neck. Do you remember where you got that?" asked Dumbledore.
"Um. Sorry, no. I've had it since as long as I can remember. gasp the is the key to vault 113." said Hermione.
"Yes. believe it is. I am not absolutely positive about this of course, and that is why I would ask you to accompany me on a trip to Diagon Alley, Gringott's bank, vault 113 to be exact." said Dumbledore.
Finally really coming back to her senses Hermione replied, "Yes. I mean, of course."
"Good. Good. We, I hate to do this to you, but I will be frightfully busy, until two weeks before school starts. I will be either at the Ministry or, in Babcock on very important business. I urge you to not tell anyone, at all. That goes for Messers Potter and Weasley as well. Also, I ask you to not go to the bank yourself, I would much appreciate if I was there for a type of guidance."
"Um, sure," said Hermione in deep thought.
"Now even though you are not, well, who you are, your parents who have taken care of you Mr. and Mrs. Granger, will be informed about our situation. I trust that you would wish to spend your summer with them just the same. Not to mention visit Ron and Harry, correct?"
"Oh, yeah. Of course, I really need to talk to my parents, well Mr. and Mrs. Granger."
"Your Parents, Hermione, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, are still your parents, as long as you want and feel that they have cared for you, as if you were their own, and I am once again assuming that they did because they have no idea about our dilemma. Yet."
"Well. Um. When are you going to tell them?"
"That, I do not know. Your parents, do, understand mail by owl, correct?"
"Yeah. I send them loads of mail, you know because they like to know what's going on. They send me owls to. They bought one so that they could send me presents to celebrate holidays."
"I could send them an owl. No, I think I would prefer to tell them in person."
"Professor Dumbledore? Um, what's there to tell if they already know tht I'm not their child?"
"Oh, there is much, much more. Professor Trelawny said that you are now of pureblood, that your appearance is a complete disguise. I know that there is a simple potion that you can drink to reveal your true self, we might have you test it, to make sure that you, are appropriate, then I'm sure you would be fine with after the first years are sorted that you would come to the front of the hall before the feast to show everybody."
"If I had already tested the potion and am already different looking won';t they think your lying or something?"
"Oh, yes, I'm sure that they would. We could place the spell back upon you I assume."
"Oh, is that why when we made the potion last week, Snape wouldn't let me. You know, in case it got in a cut or some other way of it getting in my bloodstream?"
"Yes. I asked him to have you not make the potion, yet not tell you why. I am guessing you have only just recently stopped bugging him to as to why you weren't allowed to make the potion-...that is if you even have." And with that final remark Hermione blushed slightly, because she indeed hadn't stopped bugging him.
Note: So how did you guys like that chapter? Reviews, are wanted in any aspect: good ones, constructive criticism and flames to (what does kill me makes me stronger!) Go ahead, press the little purpley, grayish button, Please if you review I'll send you cyber cookies!!!! Thanks 4 reading -Kiki