1Disclaimer: again, I don't own anything, besides Carrington and Emma.
A/N: Thanks again for all the reviews,
Hermione's POV
Dream
I was walking down a dark hallway, toward shouts and scream's that were coming from the room at the very end of the hallway.
As I kept walking toward the open ballroom, which is where the end of the hallway led to, I saw flashes of green, red and yellow lights, all going in different directions.
And being young, the flashes looked as if they were fireworks, and the screaming, didn't register danger in my head, I just wanted to look at the pretty lights.
Soon, I saw my mother and father run out of the hallway, my father not stopping as he scooped me up into his arms as soon as they saw me, and ran out of the building, not stopping until we were far away from the manor. And never turning to look back.
But before we were out of the now burning manor, as I glanced over fathers shoulder, I saw a person appear at the door, wishing my parents, his sister and brother-in-law a safe getaway and happy life, as he himself, was defending himself, as well as my parents.
And the face that I saw appear at the door, was that of none other than.....
I jolted awake in my bed, my breathing a bit ragged, and my blankets in a twist around my legs.
Since I was at least five, I can remember always having that dream, showing me when I was two. And the most amazing part, was that it felt so real, I was certain that it was real, but that is impossible, for my parents were muggle, not wizards.
I glanced at the alarm clock on my night stand, and saw that it was only two o'clock in the morning, and I still had a few hours till I had to get up and start my day, so I laid back down, and quickly fell back asleep, this time without any dreams.
Six hours later, at eight o'clock, I was shaken awake by Emma and Carrington, who were actually jumping on my bed, giggling like crazy.
"Mione, can we watch some cartoons?" Emma asked as soon as she saw me wake up. And seeing as how I decided to keep the telly over the fireplace, she asked if she could watch it. It was supposed to help keep the kids quiet, which wasn't working at the current moment.
"Yeah, go ahead." I said, and they both ran out of my room, giggling some more as they ran down the stairs and turned on the telly, watching an loud and obnoxious cartoon show.
Since I was already awake, I got dressed in a pair of muggle jeans and a sweater, and joined Emma and Carrington in the common room, watching the show with them.
Around nine o'clock, I told the girls to get dressed, and then we headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast, not waiting for Draco, since his door was still shut, meaning that he was still asleep.
As we reached the Great Hall, Emma grabbed Carrington's hand and dragged her through the great doors, and to the Gryffindor table, as I was running after them, to keep up with them.
As soon as everyone who was sitting down for there breakfast, the two happy squealing from the girls, could be heard over the dull roar. The students immediately glanced at the two girls, a look of shock on most faces.
The Great Hall fell into complete silence, expect the two giggling girls, who sat across from Harry and Ron, and started gather and eat as much food as they could find.
The first noise that was spoken, apart for the two little ones, was that of a high pitched squeal, coming from none other than Pansy Parkinson.
"Carrington?" she yelled across the room, and as soon as Carrington heard the voice, she glanced up. As she located the voice calling to her, she jumped up and ran towards Pansy, her face covered with the look of pure happiness.
"Sea," she said, as she ran into Pansy's arms. Pansy's face was finally not showing her usual sneering, but one of lightheartedness and carefree, and also one of pure happiness. As if she didn't have to carry around that of her family traditions and hating.
Again, the whole Great Hall was in a shocked silence, with nothing besides that of pure astonishment.
When the two of them pulled apart, Carrington dragged Pansy toward the Gryffindor table and sat her down next to her, all the while talking to her without pausing to take a breath, nor to let Pansy get in any words.
As soon as the two sat down, Gryffindors started to glare at Pansy, that was until Harry shot them all a look, and they each turned back towards there foods and conversations.
The students in the Great Hall, well everyone that was not a Gryffindor, as well as the teachers still present, also turned back to there own lives.
After Harry gave a glare to the rest of the table, I saw Pansy give him a small, grateful smile, before she returned her attention to Carrington. As I looked over towards Ron, I saw that I was the only one who caught it, as he was eating his breakfast.
After breakfast, I led the two girls back up back up to the common room, were I was also followed by Harry, Ron, and Ginny, claiming that they wanted to spend the day with me, but knowing that they wanted to talk about Carrington and why she is here.
As we entered the common room, I turned on the telly, and let the children watch a movie, as the four of us sat on the couch, talking softly as though not to gather then attention of Emma and Carrington.
"Mione, who is that?" Ron asked bluntly.
"Carrington, Draco's little sister," I said, not expanding on the explanation. " I at least thought that you could of figured that out, being at she knew Pansy.
"And she's here because...?" he said, as he ignored my last comment. He was looking at me with an expression that conveyed he thought I was a dolt, for not expanding my answer.
"It's not my place to say." I said, after thinking of the right why to phrase my answer.
While Ron continued to ask me question after question, I just sat there, and tried to answer each and everyone of them, but eventually grew bored, and just made it look as though I was listening to him. After a while, I believe that he caught on, for he just started to rant and lecture me.
Harry and Ginny were both watching the telly, Ginny, for she had never seen one before. She was amazed, for every time the scene changed, she would clap her hands, claiming 'that is real magic'.Harry, because he looked bored to tears with Ron's questioning, and was watching the faces of Emma and Carrington, for they were glued to the television set.
As I was staring at the wall behind Ron's head, thinking about my dream, one question caught me off guard.
"Do you like Malfoy, as in more than a friend way?" he asked, staring into my eyes and searching for the answer.
As soon as he said that, Harry and Ginny's head swung in my direction, looking at me, waiting for my answer.
"I don't know" I said after a while of thinking the question over.
"What do you mean, you don't know" Ron said, his face quickly turning red.
"Exactly what I said, I....don't.....know."
"But...but.." he said stupidly.
"Come on Weasley, we know your dense, but not forming sentences, that is a new one." Draco said with a sneer, as he came from his room, followed by Blaise and Pansy.
Ron's face, which had been a red, now turned a darker red as he was now furious from Draco's comment.
Again, Harry's eyes were drawn to Pansy, if only for a second, but then he turned to Draco, his eyes narrowed. Luckily, he didn't say anything, just glared.
"Ceo, mama taught you not to be so mean anymore, your not father." Carrington said, as she heard her brothers voice. "Blaise." she screamed, as she turned around and saw him walking behind Draco.
"Well, if it isn't little Carry Berry." he said, referring to the name that he always called her since she was a baby. She was soon standing up, and running toward Blaise, who enveloped her in a huge bear hug.
"Well, this day is on top of my list as one of the weirdest, and I don't think that anything can take over its place," Ron said, as he stood up, and walked over to the telly, settling himself in front of it, not arguing with Draco anymore.
"What's so wrong with it?" I asked, as I to walked over to where the telly was set, and sat myself behind Emma, cradling her in my lap, as she petted a purring Crookshanks, and Carrington, petting Tyme, emma's little kneazle.
"Slytherins.....showing any sort of emotions," he said, as he started to watch the next movie. " besides loathing and hatred." he finished, as more of an after thought.
"Ron, be nice, really, there are not that bad." I said, as we just watched the movie.
Soon, the rest came followed, and we all sat and watched the movie.
During the rest of the night, Pansy and Harry were giving quick glances at each other, no one, even themselves conscious of what they were doing, that is, besides me.
It had been two weeks since that tense, but insult free night that took place in the common room.
Now that castle could be viewed without too mush house rivalry. Once the upper years were seen not fighting, the younger just followed along. Comments and insults still thrown about, but they were less stinging, and more just to get a rise out of each other.
Expect Ron and Draco, who's hatred for each other extended for all there lives. And, both are too pig-headed to end there foolishness.
Emma is still in love with school, she even does the homework that is assigned and turns it in, and usually the Professors will humor her and grade it, and a couple of times they have told me that she pays more attention, and gives more coherent answers to the questions than other students in the same class.
Carrington also goes to classes with Draco, but she sits there, with a bored expression that only Malfoy's can pull off. But she does absorbs that information in her head, never feeling the need to do the assigned homework, but will periodically answer a question, or put her own input into a lecture.
As Emma and I were walking back from my last class on Monday, I found Ginny waiting at the portrait leading to our common room, waiting for me, her face a mask of worry.
"Gin" I said, and as I gained her attention, she looked up at her name being called.
As I gave the password tot eh room, she started talking at once.
"Mione, I have to talk to you" she said, as she ran into the common room and up to my bedroom door, before I even had time to step pass the threshold of the room.
"Coming," I said, as I walked up the stairs, and we entered my room, as she started pacing, and was deep in thought.
"Emma, why don't you go and see if Carrington is in her room." I said to her, as I sensed that Ginny was about to talk about and important subject, and didn't what Emma to repeat anything that was said,
"Ok" she said, as she quickly ran out of our room, and to the end of the hall, to Carrington's.
"Ok......OK..." Ginny started, as she finished pacing. "IhavesecretlybeendatingBlaise
forthelastyearandyouaretheonlyonethatknows." she said, and she stopped pacing, and it looked as though a weight had been lifted off of her shoulder.
"I didn't catch a word you said, Gin, you have got to slow down." I told her, as she sat down on Emma's bed. " just repeat what you said, but slower."
As she took a deep breath and laid down on her back, think of what to say, again.
"Blaise and I, we have been dating for the last year. We have never told anyone, but now you are the only one who knows. Well besides Draco, I believe he knows now. But Mione, how am I going to tell my parents, I mean, I love him, they will not approve of him." she said, a little downtrodden.
"Why tell them, then?" I asked, after the shock had worn off, for I was curious. " I mean, if you have been hiding for the last year, why say anything now, since you don't think that they will support you?"
But she didn't say anything, just held up her left hand, were there was a piece of precious metal on a very important finger.
"Oh my, Ginny, that beautiful." I said as I say a modest size diamond, set in white gold on her ring finger, with little emeralds set on either side of the diamond.
"It was his grandmothers ring, and has been in his family of a long time, for it was his grandmother's grandmother's ring before now. If that makes any sense.
He wants to marry me, Mione, and I want to marry him, but my parents, they wont..... they will think that he wants to follow his parents, but I know that he isn't. I know that he refused the Dark mark, but was forced to get it." she said, as she started to pace again. "I will marry him regardless of what my parents say, but I want there approval." she finished, as tears started to fall down her cheek.
"Gin, why don't you just tell them, I mean, if you get it done sooner, then you can get this all behind you, and you wont have to worry about it anymore." I told her, as she wiped the tears away, and calmed her pacing.
"Yeah, our right, I knew you were made Head Girl for a reason," she said, as she tried to put a little humor into the conversation.
"Very funny," I said, "why didn't you tell me before now, about you and Blaise?" I asked, as the question popped into my head.
"Well, I didn't want to ruin you relationship with him, since you patrolled with him, if this didn't work out. And then after sixth year, we were so used to it, we just continued like that." she said, as she finally sat down.
"Oh" I said, as I heard the portrait open, and two voices drift up to the open door. "I do believe your love just walked into the room." I said, and as soon as I was finished, she ran out the room, down the stair, and into Blaise's awaiting arms, giving him a small kiss.
"Hey, Beautiful," Blaise said, as he stepped way from his fiancee.
At that moment, I could see the love they had for each other, for not only was it in the way that they acted, but also in there eyes, and how they looked at each other.
"Draco, did you leave Carrington in the room all alone?" I asked, as I realized Emma never came back from her room, and Draco just arrived back from where ever he was.
"No, Dobby was with her," he said, "and all were did was leave for about ten minutes, just going for a quick ride." he said, as he sat on the chair, with Blaise and Ginny cuddling on the couch.
"Oh," I said intelligently.
Soon Emma and Carrington came down from Carrington's room, and sat down on the couch.
"Mione, I'm hungry!" Emma complained, as she came over towards me, were I was sitting in from of the fire place, trying to chill away the coldness that I felt.
"Alright, lets go to the kitchens, Carrington, you want to come too?" I asked as I stood up, walked over to Emma, and picked her up, as I held out my hand towards her.
"Yeah," she screamed, grabbed my hand, and dragged me out of the room, going the opposite way to the kitchen.
"This way!" I said, as she quickly turned around and started the other way, still dragging me. As she did that, I started to quietly laugh, as she reminded me of how Emma acted sometimes.
Soon we were at the portrait with the bowl of fruit, and as I tickled the pear and the door knob appeared, it giggled, along with Emma and Carrington, how found the pear amusing.
"What can Pinky get for the missus?" a little house elf in a clean, but slightly ragged dishtowel asked us as soon as we entered.
"I want spaghetti." Carrington said, as she sat down a the table.
"Me too." Emma said, as she too sat down.
"Can I get six plates to go, as well as some pumpkin juice." I asked, as I to sat by the girls. As soon as the house elf disappeared, I turned to the two little ones. " were going to go and eat in the common room, alright?" I said, as they said both nodded.
A couple of minutes later, the house elves returned, and as I said thanks, we were leaving, and going back to the common room, with me levitating the platters of food that I received.
As I arrived back, the three were still in the places that I had left them, but now they were trying to work the television's remote, and were not succeeding.
"Damn it," Draco said, as he started to get frustrated.
"Emma, go and help Draco," I whispered in her ear, as she giggled and ran to him, grabbing the remote and turning on the television to a children's show.
"No, it works this way, Draco." I heard Emma say, as she showed him how the remote worked. After that, it was followed by a disgruntled mumbled in the background.
I transfigured the coffee table into a table for six, and chairs, and placed the food down, as everyone gathered around and eat.
"When do you plan to get marry?" I asked Blaise and Ginny, as we were enjoying our meal.
"Well, we are going to wait till Ginny completes her last year at school," Blaise said, as he was finishing off his dinner. "So, in about a year or two. We don't want to rush into this too fast."
"That is great." I said, as I started to get full, and stopped eating, and pushed my plate away from myself. "and congratulations again."
"Thanks Mione, having your support......it means a lot to me, since you're my best friend." Ginny said, as her eyes filled with tears. "
"Don't cry," I said, " your going to get me to start, and I don't wanna start crying." I told her, even though my eyes were already filling up with water.
As I said that, she started to laugh, and soon the tears were gone, and she just smiled in thanks.
As Emma and Carrington started to fall asleep, they were sent to bed, complaining the whole way, but as soon as they were tucked in, they were out like a light.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of talking, laughing, and an unforgettable night.
The next morning, after waking up from the reoccurring dream, I was heading down to the Great Hall with Emma, when Dumbledore stopped me in the hall.
"Miss Granger, and Little Miss Granger, can I have a word with you in my office?" he asked, as he walked back to his office door.
"Sure." I said, even though his request sounded more like a statement, one that I had to obey.
As we enter the fascinating room, he pointed to two seats, and I sat myself down, while Emma walked over to Fawkes, and looked at him with in amazement.
"What can I do for you, Professor?" I asked, a little puzzled as to why he would want to talk so early in the morning.
"Well, as I was going over your files, I noticed a bit of interesting information." he said, seeming as though he was in deep thought.
"Your mother, it appears, was adopted at a very young age. She, a muggle herself, was raised into a wizard's household. Now she did not attend any magical school, but was raised being taught the Muggle way, as well as the magical way.
When she was married at the age of twenty-two, she married a muggle man, but showed him her family, and they accepted him, as well as him accepting her."
At this point in the story, he paused, and had a thoughtful look on his face, as though he was thinking of how he was going to finish his story.
"Two years later, when they were attending a engagement party, one that her adopted family was hosting, the place was attacked by Death Eaters. As the young couple was fleeing from the turmoil and commotion, they both made a conscience decision to move away from the Wizardry world, to separate themselves away from it, and live as muggles, and leave her life behind, the family that she only ever know. All of it.
Fifteen years later, the past had caught up to them, and they were killed, for reasons unknown to anyone and everyone." and with that, he finished with his story, and let it all sink in.
"But, Professor, why did you tell me that?" I asked, highly confused.
"Hermione, it was your mother, your mother was the one that the story was about." he said, as it all started to sink in.
"That nightmares," I whispered, " the reoccurring ones. The ones about the flashing lights, and the running out of manor. Its real, it really happened." I said to myself, now putting it all together. "My mum's mum and dad, it's her real family, the one that must of out her up for adoption, no wonder she does not want them to get anything. All they are, are money hungry arseholes. Thay wan't money, for giving her up at birth. Now that's a new low, even for them.
The ones that raised her, the ones that she left behind, who are they?" I asked curious as to know who my mum's 'real' family is.
"It is....." he started, but before he could finish, Professor Snape burst into the room, looking out of breath.
As I glance over towards him, I noticed that he had lost his normal indifference, and looked very flustered.
"Well, did you?" he asked, as he noticed the room was occupied, "did you say anything yet?" he questioned frantically.
Dumbledore just politely ignored him, and turned back to me.
"The family, the one who raised your mother, it was the Snape's." he said, a twinkle in his eyes.
As I heard the name, the same name that my mother was raised as, my ears started to ring, as well as my sight started to become obscured by black dots.
After I couldn't hear anything anymore, and my vision stayed cloudy, I passed out cold, my last thought of how my brain is slow at putting together these details.
A/N: I know, I just keep bring up new situations into the story, but I really didn't think that I could help those two, I mean, who saw it coming, really. I know I didn't. But whatever. I actually liked how this one turned out, well, at least with the Ginny/Blaise, and the whole Snape thing. What I didn't like, was all the scenes with the tv, I mean, how real is that, but, its how it turned out. Next time, I'll try and steer myself away from that.