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Mishappenings
"Bye, Father," said Draco as his father Lucius Malfoy apparated from the manor with a grunt. He was all alone now. His mother, Narcissa, left to go to this club that Draco didn't understand and his father just left to go on a mission from Voldemort, the most dangerous and evil wizard on Earth.
Draco had white-blonde hair that he let fall into his cold, grey eyes. He came from a pureblood family (a family of wizards with no muggle (non-magic person) blood in them) and hated those who weren't pure. Every single one of them was in the same Hogwarts house. They were all in Slytherin. He resembled his father in many ways. Blonde hair, grey eyes, you get the picture. The main difference though was the sides. Lucius was on the dark side, with Voldemort and Draco was on the good side. Nobody knew about Draco being good. He made up his mind permanently when his father took him on a mission.
Draco and Lucius arrived at the house of their victims.
"Alohamora," whispered Lucius and creeped into the house, Draco at his tail. They sneaked up the steps and opened the door to the master bedroom. The clock struck midnight. Draco accidentally stepped on a creak and Mr. and Mrs. Hedley woke up with a start.
"Wh-who are y-y-you?" asked petrified Mrs. Hedley.
"Shut up!" bellowed Lucius, as Draco hid in the shadows, watching.
"Now who are you to be coming in here and talking to us like that? You are breaki-" Mr. Hedley never got to finish as Lucius killed them both with the Avada-Kedavra curse.
Draco shivered at his memory.
"I never want to be like that!" he said.
"What did you say, Draco?" Lucius asked, right after he apparated back from his mission.
"Nothing, Father," answered Draco.
"Good," started Lucius, "I spoke to the lord. He said that tomorrow night, you will become a Deatheater. You are lucky to get it done a year early."
"No," stated Draco.
"I'm sorry; I don't think I heard you right. It sounded to me like you said no," asked Lucius, his temper rising.
"No Father, you heard right. I don't want to be a Deatheater." stated Draco.
"OUT! OUT OF MY HOUSE!" bellowed Lucius, "YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THE MALFOY FAMILY! YOU HAVE UNTIL NOON TOMORROW TO PACK YOUR BAGS!"
The next day, Draco took the Knight Bus to Diagon Alley.
"Bye mom! Bye dad! Bye Sarah" called out Hermione, giving them all hugs and kisses. She changed in a lot of ways you would remember from the fifth book. She didn't read as much anymore and was into make-up, boys, that sort of thing. She is also very athletic now. Her appearance also changed a lot. She finally tamed her frizzy hair to go into nice, soft, streaked waves that shaped her face. She grew all the right curves and they were in all the right places. She had long, tanned legs and was shot up in height a bit.
Unlike Draco, her family was all muggles, except for herself. She was a muggle-born, or what some people call a mudblood. She also went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry but in the Gryffindor house. One thing she had in common with Draco was that she was also on the good side.
"Bye Hermione!" called her parents in unison. The three exchanged hugs, kisses, their I love you's and Hermione apparated to the headquarters of the Order of the Pheonix, a group of people who work against Lord Voldemort, the lord that Lucius was referring to.
With a small pop, Hermione showed up at the headquarters.
"Hermione!" screamed Ginny Weasley, one of her best friends, a short, red-haired girl with freckles who was now 16.
"It's great to see you Hermione!" called Ron Weasley, one of her other best friends, who looked a lot like Ginny but tall and short hair and Hermione's age.
"Hermione! You look great!" commented Harry Potter, her last best friend, who was her age, tall, had bright green eyes and jet-black hair with a scar the shape of a lightning bolt. It was given to him from Lord Voldemort when he was one on the day he killed Harry's parents and tried to kill him. Harry is now really famous because of that.
"Hi guys!" smiled Hermione. They went upstairs to the bedrooms.
"How was your summer, 'Mione?" asked Harry.
"Not bad. They opened up a new place so I spent most of my time there," she answered. She didn't tell them what it was because she didn't feel like explaining to Ron and Ginny what a nightclub is. "How was yours?"
"After about a week of the Dursleys I came here," Harry said. The Dursleys are the muggle family he lives with as they are his only family members alive.
"How are they treating you?"
"They're making me do more chores but they're still afraid of Moody."
"Oh," started Hermione, "How was your summer so far?" She turned around and faced the two Weasleys.
"Uneventful," said Ginny. It was like this all afternoon. During supper Hermione had to repeat a lot of questions and answers for the adults. The next two days were just lazy days with the odd Quidditch game and Wizards Chess. But on the morning of the third day, Hermione was called downstairs from Professor McGonagall, the newheadmistress at Hogwarts, as of the incident with Professor Dumbledore at the end of the school year.
"Yes Professor?" asked Hermione, in her usual cheery voice.
"Last night someone went to your house," she paused a moment and spoke again, "That person killed your parents and sister. You will be returning to Hogwarts for the rest of the summer.
"N-no," stuttered Hermione, "You're l-lying."
"I wish I were. This afternoon you will be going to Diagon Alley to buy your supplies. I'd advise you to pack as you will be going to the train from there." Hermione ran up to her room, crying. She ignored all the calls from her friends. She wanted to be alone.
A/N: I hope you like the changes in this chapter, not as rushed. The next chapter will be the last updated for now and then I'll continue writing the next chapters. Please Review!
