So first of all, thank you to whoever you are, for taking the time to read my book. I love love love Harry Potter and I do hope you enjoy my book.
There aren't many Hermione and Harry twin books and I've wanted to write one so here it is!
Uh, I love active readers, one that comment, make jokes, give me the criticism I need to help me progress with writing (as long as they aren't mean) and people who comment ideas for the story! It keeps me motivated and honestly makes me just really happy and giddy, and basically makes me just feel really good.
But I'll stop taking up so much of your time and let you get on with reading? ﾟﾤﾪ
Hermione stared out at the moon that shone brightly in the sky as stars twinkled making the midnight sky look brighter. The grass reflected, softly the moonlight, a simple breeze shaking the leaves on trees. Her head rested upon the side of her window, hands clasped loosely on her legs, which her bent slightly behind her so her hands rested on her thighs. A purple pajama was dressed on her body, leaving her comfortable during the summer night.
A clock ticked on her bedroom wall, the light sound filling the room as another minute passed. A single candle sat on her desk, lighting up a small portion of her room. Crickets sang their nightly song, the sound almost loving to the nearly 14-year-old. Shifting in her spot, her head turned minutely as her eyes darted to the clock. 11:58 it read just seconds before it turned to 11:59. Hermione smiled softly. "Just 60 seconds."
Watching the clock with careful eyes, the numbers climbing in her head, a familiar-one-every-year stirring began in her stomach. The hands landed on midnight and on instinct, Hermione lifted her candle. "Happy 14th Birthday, Hermione." Blowing out a light breath, the flame flickered before going out. Smoke curled from the dark little Wick, the only source of light in the room, snuffed out. Just as she set down the candle, a vague pain came from the small of her back.
Wincing, she gave her back a light rub, leaning her head onto the window. It dulled to a near-imperceptible ache before just exploding. Pain raged through her, curling inside of her, streaming through her blood, gripping her tightly within its hold; A strangled sound came from deep within her throat as she collapsed to the side, landing on her bed; Tears gathered at the brim of her shut eyes, fists clenching the sheets of her bed as she tried to breathe; Her lungs felt constricted, squeezed as she gasped for breath harshly, her body shuddering and trembling with every attempted breath. Tears started dripping down her cheeks, as the pain started to become all too much for the young girl, the salty liquid quickly increasing in speed. Hermione squeezed her eyes tighter as a harshness started tugging her navel. Her eyes flew open, every breath that had managed into her lungs, flying out as her back arched from a force.
A bright golden light shone on her chest, the pain decreasing as well much too Hermione's relief, stretching out, creating a line on her arm, chaining around her wrists. Another traveled to the top of her neck and chained around it before 2 threads of light traveling up the sides of her head and creating a band around her forehead. From her chest, 2 cords traveled down her legs and chained around her ankles. All the bands glowed brighter, the pain coming back to her, stronger than before. The brilliantly gold light filled the entire room, blindly everything from sight.
Hermione felt her body changing, forming, developing, into something else, her magic swirling violently through the room, the strands caressing her soothingly. Power filled her core, to the very bottom, but something foreign, evil, unwanted, seemed to capture it and lock it up, imprisoning the new power. It sent surges of pain through her body; her magical core wounded by the imprisonment of the new power. Her magic reacted ferociously, attacking the evil thing inside her but it couldn't free the new power. It howled in anguish and grief, attacking it more forcefully but unable to break the magical prison inside of her.
The golden cords that lined her body, started to dissipate, crawling back to its origin, gently as to not hurt her any further. The light on her chest glowed brightly once more before disappearing, only leaving a few golden sparks as a reminder of its presence, which gingerly floated downward landing on the top part of Hermione's pajama shirt.
Minutes ticked by as the teen laid in bed, tears slowing as sniffles occasionally broke the silence of the room. Her eyes stayed glued to her clock, her mind clouded with pain, shock, and anguish. Only when she heard a tapping on her window, and the familiar shadow of an owl darkened her moonlit room, did she start to move. Unlatching her window, the owl flew in soundlessly. Landing on her desk, next to her birthday candle, a small roll of parchment attached to its leg. Carefully, she untied the parchment and unraveled it, beginning to read it once it was open.
Dear Ms. Granger,
It has come to our attention, that you have had a Creature Inheritance, which is most unusual and unheard of as you are a Muggleborn. We ask that you come to Gringotts, to discuss this and hopefully, understand why this has happened. It is imperative that this discussion happen as soon as your circumstances allow, this matter is very delicate and is of significant importance and meaning.
To arrive at Gringotts, we ask that you use this letter. It is a portkey, and to activate it, please say 'Gold, Silver, Bronze'. Ask for Ragnok, the Gringotts manager; Should a goblin question you, please show them your letter.
Harry Potter will also be joining you as there seems to be a joint in your Inheritances, linking you together.
Thank you.
Gringotts Wizarding Bank
Confusion joined her tangle of emotions, causing the tangle to knot up even more. Questions circled her brain, explanations popped up, all of them being discarded and each crazier and more unlikely than the last. But everything came to a halt as she read over the letter, a single question echoing through her head. Why did her Creature have a link with Harry's?
Shaking her head, Hermione rolled the letter back up and held it firmly. Closing her eyes, she spoke in a tone that sounded too formal to be hers. "Gold, Silver, Bronze." A familiar tug to her navel came, the feeling of being squeezed, shoved, and bent into a tube too tiny for her to fit in, came for a split second before she felt like she was being spat out of her tube, shoved out by an intense force. Stumbling forward, as her feet landing on the ground roughly, she landed on the ground, sprawled out.
The pain that had just begun to subside flared back up and she groaned, rolling onto her back. Huffing, she shakily stood, her eyes squeezed shut as she did so. Blinking blearily, she found that she was in front of the desk of a goblin, who was staring at her in amusement, disgust, and slight boredom. Flushing pink slightly, she rubbed her pink-rimmed eyes and stood straighter, though it had no affect on the part of her brain that formed words. "Erm, Cretu- er, Iheri- ack!" she stammered, her cheeks flushing further. She cleared her throat. "Um, I was called to Ragnok's office because I got my Creature Inheritance. I, uh, I have a joint with someone's Creature apparently. Could you take me to his office please?"
The goblin's eyes widened, and they leaped from their chair. "Of course! A link between Creatures is rare and nearly unheard of! Unless they are twins of course, but other than that, the chances of that are close to none! Follow me right this way. And my name is Chipped." Hermione gave a slight nod and followed the Goblin, rubbing her arms uncomfortably. As she traveled through the bank, she finally noticed she never changed from her pajamas, and was still clothed in the purple outfit.
A sigh came from her lips as they approached 2 large doors, covered with silver and bronze panels, embellishments, and notches, a large golden knocker at goblin height, accompanied by a set of silver door handles, one for goblins and another for wizards. Chipped gave a hard knock and a voice came from inside. "Come in." Chipped pushed the doors open and she was met with a large desk with a regal looking Goblin sitting behind it.
Her eyes landed on the only familiar thing in the room. Harry. He was a sickly pale, bags under his eyes, his face gaunt and sunken looking his hair sloppy, but there was something on it. Was that blood? The thought startled her and a deep concern for her friend, brother, mixed with her already knotted mess of emotions. She sat next to him and gently clasped both of her hands around one of his. Harry gave her a thin smile, but she saw the hidden emotion in his eyes.
Forcing her thoughts away from Harry, she looked at Ragnok, who was looking at them with an intrigued expression before looking past them. "Chipped you may go. I must speak with Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger." The sound of opening and closing of doors signaled that Chipped had left. The goblin cleared his throat and brought out a few files. He cleared his throat and looked at them.
"As you know," Ragnok began, "a Creature Inheritance is not a matter to be dismissed. It is rather delicate matter and of much importance, just as was stated in your letter. Now, Mr. Potter, your case is not unusual as your father was said to be a pureblood and a few pureblood families have Creature blood in them, so it is highly possible that you inherited it from his side. Your mother was Muggleborn so that eliminates any possibility of it being from your mother." Harry nodded tiredly, obviously needing this meeting to be over with.
Ragnok began to address Hermione. "Now Ms. Granger, your case on the other hand, is unheard of. Your parents are both muggles, they do not descend from any squibs, half-bloods, or Muggleborns. That being said, I took the liberty of reviewing some things of your file and as I had contemplated, this could have been a magic Creature Inheritance. What that means is, Lady Magic has blessed you or your magic evolved into something greater. So, there is the inherited Creature and the magic Creature. Mr. Potter seems to have an Inherited Creature and you, Ms. Granger, a magic Creature"
They both nodded, but Hermione knew this still didn't solve the question of how there was a joint in their Creatures. As if reading her mind, Ragnok continued. "Now onto the joint part of your inheritance." He took a small stop and looked thoughtful for just a moment before continuing. "I have no understanding of your relationship with each other, so I do need you to explain it to me. This will help greatly in understanding how this has come to be."
Harry spoke before she could. "We aren't dating or anything. To me, Hermione is one of my best friends, my sister, a confidant that can share many things with."
Pride swelled inside of her before she spoke as well. "To me, Harry is my best friend, my brother, and I will stand by him no matter what."
Ragnok looked impressed before a pensive look came across his face. "Hmm. Brother and Sister you say? Yes, this makes more sense. Now I can't just go with theories, base it upon nothing more solid so I do have to find something plausible. Please give me just a moment. I must check something in your files." He opened them up and flipped a few pages and gently lifted a piece of paper from the files. He frowned deeply before bending down on his chair so low, that Hermione couldn't see him. She heard the opening of a drawer, the ruffling of papers before he came back into few with what looked like 2 files in his hands.
He looked through those as well before picking up a piece of paper from each. Uncertainty flickered through his face. "This... this could prove to be a problem."
Harry looked up at him. "What? What could prove to be a problem?"
Ragnok sighed. "It appears your birth certificates are forged. Certificates for Harry James Potter and Hermione Jean Granger? Yes, they appear to be forged. But another 2 certificates, for Astaron Emilion Riddle and Amaya Thana Riddle, they are official, and there are details that are too... perfect, to be a coincidence. Here." 4 pieces of paper floated in the air and 2 floated to her and the others to Harry.
She looked at the forged certificate.
Forged Birth Certificate:
Name: Hermione Jean Granger
Date of Birth: October 31, 1980
Father: Matthew Dante Granger
Mother: Charlotte Jamie Granger nee McAndrew
Godfather(s): Liam Birch
Godmother(s): Delia Sanchez
She swallowed thickly and looked at the official certificate.
Official Birth Certificate:
Name: Amaya Thana Riddle
Date of Birth: October 31, 1980
Father: Tom Marvolo Riddle
Mother: Lilith Jasmine Evans
Godfather(s): James Snape nee Potter, Remus Lupin-Black
Godmother(s): Minerva Pomfrey nee McGonagall, Narcissa Malfoy
A strangled noise came from Harry, and she immediately looked at him. Alarm came through her at how much paler Harry was, how his body was trembling, and the way he kept biting his lip roughly. She began to rub his back, soft reassuring whispers escaping her mouth. All he did was lay his head on her shoulder, his arms wrapping around himself.
He put his papers in her lap and she looked at him. "Are you are Harry?"
He nodded. "I trust you 'Mione."
She nodded and lifted the certificates with one hand.
Forged Birth Certificate:
Name: Harry James Potter
Date of Birth: October 31, 1980
Father: James Fleamont Potter
Mother: Lilith Jasmine Potter nee Evans
Godfather(s): Sirius Lupin nee Black, Remus Lupin
Godmother(s): Andromeda Tonks nee Black, Alice Longbottom nee Fortescue
Taking a deep breath, she picked up the other one.
Official Birth Certificate:
Name: Astaron Emilion Riddle
Date of Birth: October 31, 1980
Father: Tom Marvolo Riddle
Mother: Lilith Jasmine Riddle nee Evans
Godfather(s): Sirius Lupin nee Black, Severus Snape
Godmother(s): Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black, Poppy Pomfrey
"Oh Harry." She kissed his nest of hair, rubbing his back soothingly. She could practically see the mess his mind was in, how jumbled it was, the fears, doubts, the negativity that was spearing through his mind. They had always had this connection. Where they just knew how each other felt, understanding each other without words, knowing their thoughts without having to voice them.
Her eyes flickered to Ragnok, who was looking at Harry worriedly. "I understand this is much, we may continue another time if you wish."
Harry shook his head, taking a shaky breath. "No. I'm fine. Please continue. How are the details of the certificates too perfect?"
Ragnok clasped his hands on his desk. "You are both born on the same day, which in itself is not unusual at all, but the fact that you were both born at the same time, to the hour, minute, and second, could not be overlooked. Secondly, we only got record of the certificates entering our system on October 31st of 1981, which is the date that Astaron and Amaya are reported missing- but not dead. Third, October 31st of 1981 is also the date that these certificates were not entered by a goblin. No, a wizard entered this into our system with unauthorized access. So, I do have reason to believe this is connected to your Inheritance."
Hermione nodded. She understood. Harry had closed his eyes, but she knew he was listening. "I will need to do a test, to hopefully shed some more light on this. Because if I am correct, we will finally have the answer to this."
She looked down at her brother figure. He wasn't in any condition to do anything, but Hermione knew she wouldn't be able to change his mind if he said yes. "Harry? What do you want to do?"
"I'll do it."
She bit her lip but nodded to Ragnok. He nodded and took out 2 pieces of parchment a little blade. "Please prick your finger and drop 7 drops of blood onto the parchment."
She took the blade and slide the tip of her finger, holding it above the parchment. 7 drops of blood fell onto the parchment. Hermione didn't wait to see the results. She held out the blade and noticed the tremble in Harry's hand as he took the blade and held it to his finger. 'Harry, do you want me to do it?"
She could feel the relief that crashed from him as he nodded. Hermione took the blade and gave his finger a swift slice, making a short, shallow cut on the tip of his finger. Holding it above the parchment, blood drops from his finger onto the rough material. She gave his finger a tight squeeze to stop the bleeding.
Ragnok took the paper and she watched at he examined them, his face paling as he read.
"What? What do they say?" The anxiousness in Harry's voice made her heat clench.
Ragnok handed the papers over, and Hermione red hers.
Blood Test:
Name: Amaya Thana Riddle
Date of Birth: October 31, 1980
Father: Tom Marvolo Riddle (Alive)
Mother: Lilith Jasmine Riddle nee Evans (Alive; In Hiding)
Godfather(s): James Snape nee Potter, Remus Lupin-Black
Godmother(s): Minerva McGonagall, Narcissa Malfoy
Sibling(s): Astaron Emilion Riddle (twin)
Ravan Styx Riddle (adopted)
Creature Inheritance: Half-Siren, Half-Dark Veela
Animagus Form(s): Fire Phoenix (aerial), Basilisk (terrestrial), Sea Krait (aquatic)
Mate(s): Theodore Nott (Male; High Elf)
Vaults:
708 - Riddle (paternal)
739 - Gaunt (paternal)
910 - Slytherin (paternal)
629 - Evans (maternal)
908 - Gryffindor (maternal)
Everything started becoming blurry, her breaths become short as panic started filling her. The only thing was it wasn't hers. She looked over at Harry. Immediately she hugged the boy who was trembling. Murmuring words into his ear, she rocked him. He spoke, his voice wavering immensely. "Ca-can I s-see your M-mione?"
"Of course."
She gave him her parchment and he gave her his. Hermione began to read.
Blood Test:
Name: Astaron Emilion Riddle
Date of Birth: October 31, 1980
Father: Tom Marvolo Riddle (Alive)
Mother: Lilith Jasmine Riddle nee Evans (Alive; In Hiding)
Godfather(s): Sirius Lupin nee Black, Severus Snape
Godmother(s): Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black, Poppy Pomfrey
Sibling(s): Amaya Thana Riddle (twin)
Ravan Styx Riddle (adopted)
Creature Inheritance: Half-Siren, Half-Vampire
Animagus Form(s): Dark Dragon (terrestrial), Shadow Raven (aerial), Water Serpent (aquatic)
Mate(s): Draco Malfoy (Male; Dark Veela)
Vaults:
708 - Riddle (paternal)
739 - Gaunt (paternal)
910 - Slytherin (paternal)
629 - Evans (maternal)
908 - Gryffindor (maternal)
The parchment slipped from her hands.
SHE HAD A TWIN?!
So first chapter, what do you think? Was it good, bad, descriptive enough? TELL ME!
Yeah I know I'm dramatic. I love it. *cue sassy hair flip*
Anywho, bye my lovely wizards, witches, and non-binary bitches!
(When I say Bitch, it is a term of endearment. Don't question it. My nickname for one of my cousins is literally, Bitchie.)