Disclaimer: This will apply to every chapter of any story that I write. This work of fiction is purely a form of leisure writing and none of the characters belongs to me. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and the respective copyright owners. No offense is meant. However, any poems that is stated to be written by me, is mine, so…

If you haven't re-read chapter one around a week ago, please do. I've edited.
Chapter 4- Aftershocks

Hermione was in daze. Did what she thought have happened, happen?

All through her life, she had thought herself to be the few fortunate muggleborns to study magic. She had even gradually, but eventually, resigned herself to the name snotty purebloods always call her: mudblood.

No, no! I cannot think that way. I am after all well brought up! I shall have some dignity and pride.

…You are a C'estliaz, whose origin I am not quite sure of… Hmm. New mission, I see, I must find out what's so great about C'estliaz. Must be another pureblooded slave masters, those poor house elves! Maybe Ginny would know. She's from a pureblood family and all. With Mr. Weasley being as curious as he is, there must be something she can find out for me! ARGH! What's with me repeating pureblood over and over again?

Hermione took her finest parchment from the second drawer to her right without even looking. She's Hermione who uses parchment all the time after all. Grabbing her newest felt glitter pen, she started penning.

To: Miss Ginevra Weasley

From: Hermione Granger

Naw. Scratch that. Too formal. Plus, I'm not a Granger anymore.

HEY GIN! WHAT'S UP? YOU'D NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TO ME! THREE GUESSES! YOU'LL NEVER THINK OF IT!

I sounded like I'm going to tell her I've finally gotten a boyfriend. That's definitely out. Can't I write something intelligent at the right time?

The trash bin was getting fuller by the moments that past. Suddenly a yelp was heard. Martine had appeared into her room with no much of a sound. Perhaps, just a snap. Hermione glared at him. Martine showed no signs of cringing, but indignantly told her that her parents had put her room under his care. In a flash, he replaced her trash bin with an identical one and disappeared just as he had came.

Ginny:

What's up? Everything in my life is definitely turned inside out. I have rewritten this letter for tons of times. There's no easy way to say this but well, I got to spit it out, right? Before you continue reading this, please make sure that the twins are not behind your shoulder, and cross your heart not to let anyone know of this, 'kay?

Oh bugger, here goes. I'm not a Granger.

Now, don't yell. I only knew it like, hours ago. My last name is actually C'estliaz. Do you know what's that? Or what's its family history anyway? It's getting late. I don't want to prowl into the wizardry libraries in my house to find that out. Yes, you saw it right. Wizardry. Big shocker huh.

You didn't know how I reacted.

Hell, I'm still thinking about it. How can a "mudblood" transform into a, I quote, "not certified pureblood"? I mean, there is only so much chance that one gets told that she is not who she is! Why am I the only one? I've been working hard, I'm nice, I help people, and I do not break rules, not when I want to anyway. What do I do to get this? Gin, what did I do? I love my parents to hell and back, and sure, sometimes we're not that close, but we were always separated! I remembered their birthdays, I do some chores, secretly of course, and I don't talk with my mouth open! I didn't do anything to deserve this! Or did I do something when I was a baby? Why do they have to shock me like that!

Okay, I should really stop babbling. I'm sounding like a baby.

Anyway, details of the above shall be announced to you later. Just in case your wonderful family happens to lay their hand on this. I don't think I want them to know a lot yet. No offence, you know?

Save me,

Hermione

P.S. My mother is inviting a designer over tomorrow evening. Must be something she had wanted to do for a long time. Can you come over at, say, afternoon? You have to get some robes with me, it's gonna be so weird. I've never gotten a designer made wizardry clothes.

Hermione yawned. It was difficult to make her thoughts coherent enough to be put into words. She pushed the button above her table lamp switch.

"Sandre, pass this to Gin. Wait for her reply, please?" A button to call for her owl, you see.

Hermione patted her affectionately before Sandre took off.

Oh well. So what's in tonight?

Ginny was writing at the back of The Burrow when Sandre reached her. Good thing, since the boys were passing the Quaffle aroundat the front yard.

Ginny's eyes bulged. C'estliaz! Oh my goodness. Ginny quickly replied.

Hermione, -hugs-. Sorry that I can't be there right now. Don't worry, the boys will NOT know. Will try to badger Mum to let me over, at around noon, k? Will try to floo... You have a floo system, right?If not, I'll fly. Will tell you what I know of C'estliazs. And yes, to the robes' offer, you know how much I need some clothes.

Get to sleep. You need it.

Gin.

P.S. Cool pen. Get me one.

"Get it to 'Mione, fast, please? Thanks."

I fly. I flee,

But without wings,

Without you,

Who would hold me high?

Written by me.

Approx. 900 words.

Sorry for lack of update, short chapter, confusion and anything that I don't know. Had my exams. Today's science. Tomorrow is English Oral examinations. Thank Goodness there is not any Chinese oral exams this semester. I died in most of the paper, my worst has to be science and math now. I was one of the tops for science. –sobs-

Please tell me if:

-Hermione should go to Draco next chapter or should he even appear next chapter

-Ginny should know much about C'estliaz.

-C'estliaz is on the dark/light side.

-I should stop this story.

-I should stop the poems stuff that I add.

-There is any mistakes in plot/Grammar.

Please review. I'm depressed over my results, and moreover this is my streaming year!

God bless everyone affected in the recent earthquake, especially in Pakistan. That is the largest in the region in about hundred years.