Chapter 7.
Francheska pushed the door to Dumbledore's office open and found a woman with long brown hair ending in ringlets lining
an oval face, pacing in front of the desk. Her light blue robes swishing behind her as she paced. Francheska voice failed her
as she watcher her mother walking up and down in front of her, watching her hair much like she wanted hers, bouncing off
her shoulder blades, her hands clenched in fists, the worried look on her face. All she misinterpreted. She finally found her
voice.
'Mum?'
The woman stopped abruptly and she snapped her head around so quickly Francheska heard her neck crack.
Hermione stared at the girl in front of her. She saw she was wearing a short denim skirt and loose baggy shirt which
obviously wasn't hers. She saw the hope in her eyes. She wondered who she looked like as the glamour charm was still in
place.
'Mum?'
The word bounced around her mind. Fort his girl, to call her 'mum' wasn't right, she wasn't. She showed no emotion. The
girl noticed. 'Damn. Like me.' The nervous smile slipped of her face. The hope dimmed.
'I only gave birth to you. Nothing more.'
The girl looked crushed. 'Had she expected me to welcome her with open arms? She already has a loving family, she
doesn't need me.'
'You're still my mum. You can still love me. I can still be part of your life.'
'Why des she sound so desperate? What aren't you telling me Albus?'
'No. I'm not your mother. I can't love you, and you can't be part of my life!'
Tears were in her daughter's eyes. . . she couldn't care.
'Why not? I—AM—YOUR—DAUGHTER!'
'I have one daughter, Emma who is 7 years old, a 10 year old son Ben and 5 year old Jasper. My husband isn't even your
father!'
Neither had noticed Dumbledore enter his office, or that they were now shouting at each other. Hermione gasped for breath
and carried on. Dumbledore visibly cringed. No one noticed.
' YOU—WERE—A—MISTAKE! You were never meant to happen. We were staggeringly drunk! We couldn't even
stand up on our own, let alone think about what we were doing. I didn't believe in abortions, so I didn't have one. I wish I
had. I never wanted you!'
The tears were now streaming down Francheska face, her eyes full of hurt, pain, and then hatred. Her daughter's next words
were going to haunt her for the rest of her life:
'Bitch! You miserable fucking bitch! You have always had a family, a loving family, people around you who you love and
love you back. . .always. I NEVER have. The wonderful people you left me with beat me daily, rapped me every other day,
refused me food if I asked. All the time I wished my mum would come and take me away. I wished my mum would love me.
I wanted someone who would love my mother's day cards and not burn them in my face, saying they weren't my mother. I
wanted a REAL family. To belong somewhere.
But. . . no. . .I have to kidnapped along with my 'twin' I make a friend who has to die. I'm rapped again. My 'twin' dies. I
find 2 new friends and my mother hates me. Welcome to my world mother! Well I hope you never come to my world,
your wish came true little Hermione Granger.'