Camp Alsilicis
By bloomingfelton
Summary: In order to find their soulmates, everyone in the trio's 7th year is shipped off to Camp Alsilicis in the States. For six weeks they must survive along with other witches and wizards from all over and find their soulmate and future spouse. New characters and strange parings are added.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the characters you have never heard before and the plot and the camp. The rest belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Notes: This story is now AU and included books 1-5. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince is not included. No spoilers, what so ever!
Chapter 11
Mercedes and Taylor Brookenson
Hermione's eyes fluttered open at the sound of voices talking outside her enclosed infirmary room, but she quickly shut them because of the blinding white room. She was having sch a wonderful dream about her career as a medwitch. Hermione wondered why she was in the infirmary. Her throughts quickly flew back to the evening before.
She was at dinner. One of the professors gave a prophecy. Malfoy was a son of a prince. Harry was named in the prophecy too. Then they went into a room. History charm, pain, arrow, Skylar Brookenson.
'Who the hell is Skylar Brookenson?' Hermoine questioned herself and reopened her eyes as they adjusted to the bright room. All was quiet and there were many flowers and get well cards on a table at the end of the bed.
"Professor Dumbledore, I object. I must see my granddaughter!" a woman outside the room yelled at Dumbledore.
"I am afraid I cannot permit that, Madison. You will have to wait until she wakes up," Dumbledore answered the woman.
"I am going in. Excuse me!"
The doors banged open as an elegant woman of about seventy stormed through. Hermione sprang up from the bed as soon as she heard the sound and watched as the woman walked into her enclosed room. The older woman gasped as soon as she caught a glance. Like Hermione, her eyes grew in surprise.
"Oh my, oh my," the petite woman muttered underneath her breath as she stared at Hermione. Hermione stared at the older woman's appearance. The older woman was wearing a dark silk robe with a silver necklace around the neck and purple stoned earings and many silver braclets. On her left hand was a beautiful wedding ring.
"You look just like Taylor!" the woman excitedly gasped. Hermione looked back at the woman just as she swooped dowm to give the former head girl a large hug.
"Umm, excuse me," Hermione asked still within the woman's arms.
The woman pulled back from Hermione, "Anything dear, anything."
Hermione hesitated, "Well, not to be rude, but do I know you?"
"Miss Granger," a deep voice spoke from the doorway. Both woman's head's turned to see Dumbledore standing in the door, "Miss Granger, this is your grandmother, Madison Driscol."
"I have three grandmothers?" Hermione asked confused as she looked from Madison Driscol to Dumbledore.
"No, only two," Dumbledore said, "you see, Hermione, you were adopted."
"A-a-adopted?" Hermione stuttered out.
No, Hermione thought, i am not adopted. Henry and Patricia Granger are my parents. I look just like them. I am muggle-born, I grew up with muggles. No magic, whatsoever. I can't be adopted, it's just not possible.
"Yes, Miss Granger, you are adopted by Henry and Patricia Granger. Your real parents were a pureblood wizard and witch, Mercedes and Taylor Brookenson."
Hermione plopped back down to the bed. She was really adopted. And pureblood, nonetheless. Boy, was Malfoy going to get a kick out of this.
"How did this happen?" Hermione asked after a moment of silence. Dumbledore sent a worried look to Madison Driscol.
This time Madison spoke up, "I think we should talk about this with Skylar's adopted parents."
Hermione nodded and lay back down onto the pillow as Madame Pomfrey rushed into the room to give Hermione a dreamless sleep potion.
When Hermione awoke the sky was dark amd the stars were twinkling. The room she was staying in was uncannily dark as well. Just a few moments after Hermione woke up, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Hermione called back. Dumbledore, Madison Driscol, and Henry and Patricia Granger stepped into the room. Dumbledore conjured chairs for himself and Mr. and Mrs. Granger since Hermione's new grandmother had already conjured a very admirable chair for herself.
Disrupting the silence, Dumbledore began to speak, "I believe we should start from the beginning. Madame Driscol?"
"Sure," Madison Driscol said as she conjured up a box of tissues and lightly dabbed her eyes. "Well it all started around the time the Dark Lord was gather followers. Those were dark days. You chose willingly, were forced, were killed, or escaped into hiding. As you know, our family has had very very pure blood for centuries. Our history runs back as far as the gods, and as does it seems, the Malfoys. Voldemort wanted purebloods as his treasured followers, and sometimes the half bloods.
"About ten months after Skylar was born, or Hermione, whichever you choose, the Dark Lord arrived at our estate asking for our family to join his ranks. Now the Brookenson family might be all pure bloods but we do not torture other living souls. Mercedes rejected his offer and the Dark Lord threated to kill the object most valued in their hearts- their child. I remember Mercedes sprinting upstairs into the nursery after his encounter where Taylor and I were putting you down for a nap. My husband Demetrius was at work and when he returned we had a long heated discussion about the matters at hand.
"It was then when we decided to escape into hiding to the United States. We quickly packed some clothing and food and told Taylor's sister Grace Doneray and her new family to escape to America. However, during our escape, the Dark Lord was notified of our escape and came after us with his fellow Death Eaters. As we apparated as a group from location to location the Death Eaters finally found us and fired spells at us as we continued to run. My husband Demetrius was hit with the killing curse and we all were separated after that. I took Demetrius back to the estate where it was his dying wish that he could die in his own bed. The rest I do not know," the woman said quietly as she patted her eyes with her handerchief.
There was a short silence until Dumbledore told Henry and Patricia Granger to tell their story.
"It was very dark and foggy during one early morning," Patricia Granger began. "Henry and I were, I believe, in bed when there was a frantic knocking at the door. I we quickly jumped out of bed while Henry grabbed a tennis racket, which was lying in the parlor. At the door we found a young woman carrying a bundle with another young man about ten feet away with a stick out watching for someone we did not know of.
"The woman did not tell us her name but said that there were evil people after her and her family. She said that she would not be able to take care of her baby girl, which was in her arm. She told us that we should name you Hermione and that we would be surprised in ten years by a letter that would be sent to you. She then left along with the young man. They – dipsaperated or disapperated – whatever you called it. And we were left with you. And true to the woman's words, you recieved your acceptance letter into Hogwarts ten years later."
The room was silent, deathly silent. So silent that one could hear a pin drop. "Well, I believe that is all for tonight. Miss Brookenson, here, needs her rest. Let us go," Dumbledore said.
Dumbledore got up to leave and got rid of the chairs he had conjoured up. Mr. and Mrs. Granger went to hug Hermione good-bye.
"No matter what," Mrs. Granger said to Hermione, "you will always be our daughter."
"Always," Mr. Granger repeated as he leaned down to hug her. "And we love you very much."
"I love you, too, Mum and Dad," Hermione answered as little tears sweeped down her cheeks as her parents left the room.
Hermione's new grandmother walked up to the side of the bed. "It's nice to have you back, deary," she whispered into Hermione's ear as she bent down to kiss her forhead.
"Goodnight," she said as she finally left the room, Dumbledore following behind her.
Hermione listened as the door clicked and the lights when out.
"Goodnight," Hermione softly whispered.
Authors note: Sorry this took so long. I was on vacation and there was no computer. I am also starting two other stories. Here are some the people I introduced in this chapter:
Madison Driscol Brookenson- Hermione's real grandmother. Was married to Demetrius Brookenson.
Demetrius Brookenson- Hermione's real grandfather. Was murdered by Death Eaters and died in his own bed. Was married to Madison Driscol.
Mercedes C. Brookenson- Hermione's real father. Married to Taylor Asford. Was murdered by Death Eaters.
Taylor Asford Brookenson- Hermione's real mother. Married to Mercedes Brookenson. Was murdered by Death Eaters. Sister to Grace Asford Doneray.
Grace Asford Doneray- Hermione's aunt. Sister to Taylor Asford Brookenson.
?Haven't you heard of Doneray earlier in the story?