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HeYiTsChUcHul90: thanks for the review. There are a few things I need to explain to you, though. For one thing, this story takes place in her sixth year, but is being told, by her, in her seventh year. There will be a matter of chapters to her story, as it details her entire sixth year, then it will continue on with her seventh year. I was trying to make it a little confusing. I have big plans for this story. Big plans. -evil laughter in the background- The names shouldn't mess it up, its the same characters. Just later on. All will be clear if you continue reading!
Btw, I am leaving to go on vacation in a little while, so I won't be able to post much. This may be the last chapter for a few weeks. -boo hoo- I'll try to put the next chapter of each of my stories up before I go, though. Keep reading my other stories, and DON"T FORGET TO REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The Complete Story of my Totally Screwed Up Life
Chapter 2: What the Heck is Going On?
Hermione opened her eyes to find herself in a strange place. There were little silver instruments
whirling and clicking, some of them smoking faintly, Entire walls covered by books, and this red
bird on a perch. She desperately wanted to go around and look more closely at some of these
things, but she was called over by an old man with a long beard. "Hermione, come here please.
You will be given time to examine my doodads later." She blushed at being noticed that she
wanted to watch those curious shiny things. They were pretty interesting to look at. "Yes?"
"Hermione, my name is Albus Dumbledore. Does that name sound familiar?" at a shake of her
head, he continued. "Do the names Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Virginia Weasley, Neville
Longbottom, Dean Thomas, ..." he continued naming people that she was supposed to know,
but couldn't recall. He was about to give up, when he thought of something else, as a desperate
attempt. "Draco Malfoy?" there was the faintest glimmer of recognition in her eyes, but then it
was gone. "No, that doesn't ring a bell. I don't know any of these people you talk about." "All
right then, I'll try a memory revival charm. I can only hope it'll work. Oblivion Retarnae!"
Nothing happened. "Who are you again?" "It didn't work, Molly. There isn't much more I can
do. You can leave her here with me, go on home. maybe the sight of Hogwarts will bring her
memory back." Mrs. Weasley looked doubtful, but went to the fireplace. She turned back just
before going through and spoke. "I only wish I could have been there when it happened. If I had
been following her more closely... on my shift, too. I'll never live up to this if her memory doesn't
return." She turned and walked into the fireplace, yelling "The Burrow!" as she did. "Now Miss
Granger, or should I say Miss Black, would you follow me?"
-I was going to end it here, but then I looked, and it was too short. Here you go!-
"Miss Black? I thought my last name was Granger. That's what the doctor and that other lady
told me."
"That's what they thought. The thing is, those weren't your real parents. They were your
adoptive parents. Your real parents have been dead for fifteen years. Your mother was best
friends with Narcissa at school. She appointed the Malfoys your godparents. The thing is, they
thought you were killed the same night as your parents, so they didn't take custody of you. Its
been a long time since they believed you may be alive, but I think they'll be happy to take you in
once they learn you survived. I only learned all this when I did some research right after the
crash. I'll understand if you'll want to be re-sorted at the beginning of the new school year, but
for now, how about we send you to the Malfoy's manor for the rest of the summer?"
Hermione's head was reeling with all this information. Her parents were dead, no they'd
been dead. Some people thought she was dead, but she was right here. She was going to be sent
somewhere, a manor was it?, for the rest of the summer before school started. But where was
her school? What was she supposed to know? She knew that one, a lot of things. Her name was
Hermione Grang- no, Hermione Black and she was going to her Godparent's house. That's all
she needed to focus on. That's it. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'll be fine, I'm just tired I guess. I need time to collect my thoughts." "Of course, my
dear. I'll show you to your temporary rooms and leave to rest while I contact your Godparents.
You may take one of the prefect's rooms for now, even though that was last year. Your stuff has
already been sent up there from your previous home."
Next Chapter: A New Home
"What are you doing here Granger? I thought you'd be off with your stupid little friends you little
Mudblood."
"Now now, Draco. It would seem like this girl here is different from the one you knew and
hated before. She isn't a Granger, her real last name is Black. She's a pure-blood witch, so
Mudblood doesn't fit her anymore. I'm also her Godfather, I believe. So be nice to her. Now
run along and get to know one another. I daresay she's lost her memory. You'll need to catch
her upon what she needs to know." Draco just scowled at his father and walked away. "Come
on, Grang- Miss. Black."
There, I felt like I needed to give you something from the next chapter, to hold you until I can post again. If I get a good enough response -say about 10 to 15 reviews- I might just post the third chapter before I leave, if I can. Thank you and REVIEW!
