Hermione felt her feet touch the ground; she looked around her, and saw her room as she had left it. She walked to her door and opened it, the light in the hallway was turned off, which meant her parents we asleep. No point in waking them up, she thought. She closed the door and walked over to her bed. Sat on the edge and placed her head in her hands. She suddenly started to understand what Harry was going through the majority of the time
"This is probably nothing compared to what he foes through" she said while Crookshanks came up to her and curled on top of her legs. She started to pat Crookshanks and the wheels in her head started to turn. She could leave know, and her parents would never know that she left. But what if there not awake? She thought to her self. She looked over to the parchment on her wall. It was blowing, as the window was still open.
Without another thought she pulled Crookshanks off her legs, pulled out her travelling cloak, and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. She was determined to meet her parents, and know was the time to do it. She pulled the parchment off the wall and felt a familiar pull around her navel.
Hermione seemed to have landed in what looked like a family room. The walls were covered with family pictures, of people Hermione had never seen before. Behind her was a fire that seemed to still be going. On her left the wall was covered in books. Hermione tempted in opening one of them but the resisted I have work to do she thought. The room was filled with a large leather couch, and two warn in red chairs. They looked very welcoming. Though Hermione did not notice that a house elf was behind her, and careful not to make a sound. Hermione still in awe of the room. The house elf tapped her on the leg. Hermione jumped and turned around
"I'm so sorry! I should" Hermione thinking she had obviously made a mistake in coming she went to pull out her parchment that now lay in her cloak, but the house elf grabbed he hand, very gently. Hermione looked up and lowered herself to the house elves level so they're eyes we're even with each other.
"I'm Hermione, do you know why someone had sent me this?" she passed the house elf the parchment careful to cover her hand with her sleeve so she didn't have to touch it.
The house elf smiled happily, and bowed to Hermione "My name Miss is Molotov, I have served this family for many a year."
"Can you tell me where I am?" Hermione asked the house elf had taken Hermione's hand and led her to the comfy chair, and sat her on it.
"Yes, this is the house of the Scylla One of the longest pure-blood line." The house elf seemed happy, but Hermione was speechless. Why was she sent to a pure-blood family? Though before she could interrogate the elf much more he had scurried out of the room, and closed the door behind him, Hermione was know alone once again.
Hermione was sitting in the chair for what felt like 15 minutes when the Elf returned with someone behind him, a tall man with short jet black hair, and Hazel eyes. He had a cloak on and what looked like a black pair of pyjamas. Hermione stood up and felt suddenly weird. The man walked over to her, she felt frozen and never lost eye contact with the man for one second she didn't feel scared, but entranced.
He held out his hand for her to sit down, and she did, as he sat down on the black leather couch. Hermione was about to speak when the door opened, and this time it was a woman, she had long brown hair, and bright blue eyes, a small nose and a perfect mouth. When she saw Hermione in the room her eyes began to become glossy.
The woman walked over to her husband, and sat beside him, looked over to Hermione. Hermione could tell she was happy, but did not understand a single thing that was going on. Hermione took it upon herself to talk first.
"I believe that you sent me this" Hermione passed them the letter that she had given to the elf minutes before. The woman began to cry into her husband's shoulder; while the man took it with what looked like was pride. Though careful not to touch it, or he would be transported else were.
"Hermione is it?" the man asked. Hermione nodded as he got up and walked over to were she was sitting. She stood up, and he extended his hand "I am sorry for saying this bluntly, for I am sure you have been through an ordeal for one night. This is my wife Abby, and I am Artemis." He smiled happily and shock Hermione's hand. She had guessed that they had been her parents, though many questions swarmed her head, more than usual.
Hermione was about to ask why she had been adopted, but her mother interrupted "Hermione, we are very sorry that you had to be brought up in a Muggle home. Though you were born in very dark times, there is much to discuss and it is very late. I suggest that you stay the night--"
"Now Abby, The Muggles will wonder were she has gone I do not think that it is very wise to-"
"Artemis, she is my daughter, I wish for once her to sleep in this house"
"May I suggest that we ask Hermione?" Artemis pointed out, as Hermione saw them bickering back and forth. Hermione looked from her new mother to her new father.
"I do wish to stay here, though if my par—, the Muggles were to wake and I not be there with no explanation, then they would be dreadfully afraid."
"Hermione makes a good point dear"
"Then we shall have to send them an owl, and then in the morning you shall gather your things and spend the rest of the summer here" Hermione notice that her mother wanted her to say yes. Though she knew nothing about these people, obviously staying the summer would change that. Hermione smiled, and Hermione's mother started to continue crying though did not hide it, she showed it with pride.
"Then we shall take you to your room right away" Her mother said taking Hermione's hand and leading her out of the room They walked into a hallway, with white marble and a large winding staircase. The ceiling was high and was black, obviously like the ceiling at Hogwarts; bewitch to look like the night sky. Abby lead Hermione up the stairs and to the first door on her right, there was at least 7 doors on the floor, and there had to be at least 3 more floors.
Hermione's mother opened the door, revealing a bed right bellow a large window and a dresser with what looked like a talking mirror. The room was white, and the sheets were a pale blue.
"We didn't know what you liked, so we decided not to do anything and though you could do what you wanted with it." Though Hermione was not listening she was mesmerised bye the shelf of books that covered an entire wall. Her father smiled, and took her hand and pulled her over to the stack of books.
"This was my idea, all ranging from Potions to Herbology. A friend told us that you loved books, wait till you see the library." Hermione looked over to her father, he had been talking over her shoulder, and they were now inches away from each other. Though the fact that they had known each other for mere hours meant nothing Hermione could tell that they had an unspoken bond, which started with books.
"I don't think you should be going to the library at this time of night, Hermione needs her sleep." Abby said from the door, her father gave Hermione a wink and turned to his wife.
"Yes of course dear, we have all summer for reading." Hermione giggled, her mother smiled at her and came to give her a huge and to say good night. They walked out of the room and left Hermione alone in her new room, and very happy. She walked over to the bookcase, and traced her finger over the book covers. The one that caught her eye was black with gold writing. She pulled it out and walked over to her bed, she flopped on to it. Laid on her stomach and opened the book. It had no title though the cover had a picture of a unicorn.
She flipped through the pages, and realised that the book was obviously old. She found a page that had a picture of a unicorn, and the description of its tears. Which reminded her of the ones that she had cried out earlier that day. She flipped the pages once more, and saw a diagram of a girl. It read;
Some pure blood daughters and sons have this special power called gernatolgy, were the tears that they cry are silver just like the blood of a unicorn, and they posses the same power. These children can project a thought or action into someone else's mind. The only known gernatolger is currently living in London with the Malfoy family, Son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. They also have been known to have their eye colour change when placing you under a 'mind-image'. Traditionally one eye is green, the other blue. The only wizard alive that can resist this awesome power, he is currently headmaster of Hogwarts; Albus Dumbledore.
Hermione stared at the blankly at what she had just read, she was without a doubt a gernatolger and so was Draco Malfoy. The only ones alive in the world with that power, something was not right about this. She closed the book and placed it back on the shelf. Climbed into bed with her clothing still on and fell asleep, with the thought still shinning brightly in her head.
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