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TITLE: Troubled Minds
PAIRING: Harry/Hermione past/possibly future
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and you shall receive
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The only thing that belongs to this author is the storyline and the characters made up by the author.
A/N: Ah another Chapter uploaded!!!!!
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Troubled Minds: Chapter 1
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*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
Stephanie's intense green eyes opened gradually to her alarm clock. Her hand rose slowly to meet her alarm clock. Upon reaching the clock, Stephanie grabbed the alarm clock and chucked it across the room, breaking the alarm clock instantly. She then placed her pillow over her head, knowing what was to come.
"3...2...1..." Stephanie said with a yawn.
At that instant the door opened and out walked a twenty- eight year-old Hermione Granger, but known in New York as Harmony Vigil. Her hair was now very straight, yet wavy and now was brown with natural blonde highlights. Her cinnamon eyes were still the same, and her teeth remained straight. The only big difference was the fact she was older and loss of bushiness in her hair.
"Stephanie, this is the 3rd alarm clock this month you have broken. I'm not going to replace the next one you break." Hermione said as she took the dead alarm clock and threw it in the trash bin.
Stephanie took off the pillow hiding her face and rolled around to face her mother, "Well, I think the person who invented the alarm clock should die a terrible death, but most likely they are already dead, so I decided to torture the alarm clock instead."
"Well that is certainly an interesting theory. Now get up." Hermione said as she walked to her daughter's bed and threw off the covers.
At that Stephanie groaned and sat on her bed. "Yes, mother." Stephanie said in her most angelic voice.
"Okay, enough with the sarcastic comments."
Stephanie acted stunned at this. "Whatever are you talking about? Me? Sarcastic? Little ol' innocent me?"
"I now leave you to change, shorty." And with that her mother left.
Stephanie stuck her tongue out at her mother's retreating figure. "Meanie! And I'm NOT short!!" Stephanie called out.
As another day began, another day Stephanie hoped to get a letter from Hogwarts; but unfortunately for her, the days of summer continue to dwindle away.
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Stephanie entered the living room fully dressed in her usual clothing (Black pants with two white stripes down the side and a two sizes too large t-shirt). Stephanie was a very 'interesting' ten year old. She was exceptionally bright for a ten year old, but hid her intelligence by her mischievousness. Stephanie had cinnamon hair (Which was not bushy thank you very much, but was a bit unruly.), inherited from her mother, which was currently combed into a ponytail. She had intense emerald eyes, which she guessed that she inherited from her father. Stephanie had her clear contacts on (Stephanie had a little problem with keeping her glasses from breaking every other day), only creating her eyes even a more intense green. Lucky for her she didn't inherit her teeth from her mother. She loved her mother but she didn't want to look related to a beaver.
After grabbing a piece of toast from the kitchen, Stephanie walked to the living room looking for her Gameboy. Stephanie eyes instantly landed on an ivory letter by the fireplace with her name on it in green script. Her heart stopped for a moment, and all thoughts about the Gameboy were out the window. She was instead hoping that was indeed her letter to Hogwarts. She slowly walked up to the fireplace, and picked the letter up. She examined the front, which read,
Stephanie Vigil
The Bedroom on the Second Floor
6819 Miracle Ave Apt. #4
New York, NY 10044
After confirming that this was indeed for her, Stephanie carefully turned it over. When Stephanie looked at the back she almost fainted. For there on the back was a red, wax, seal labeled, HOGWARTS.
Stephanie quickly tore open the letter and read it.
Dear Miss Vigil,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins September 1st. We wait your owl no later then July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Involuntarily Stephanie yelled for joy. Before she could even think of a cover up, Hermione rushed into the Living Room, looking very worried.
"Stephanie, is something wrong?"
Stephanie's mind went totally blank. "Uh, um, no?"
While trying to think of an explanation the letter accidentally slipped out of her hand and floated before Hermione. Immediately Hermione saw the red, wax seal of Hogwarts and turned a deadly shade of pale.
"Oh Merlin." Hermione whispered.
"Uh, mum I was just about to ask you. Can I go? Please?" Stephanie said as she gave her puppy dog pout.
Hermione looked a bit confused at her daughter. "Don't you have questions?"
"Oh, no. I already knew I was a witch." Stephanie said proudly, but immediately placed her hand over her mouth, realizing she wasn't supposed to know she was a witch.
"You do? Stephanie, what else do you know?" Hermione asked sternly.
Stephanie looked a bit nervous on this question, but knowing her mother was a human, well witch, liar detector. Stephanie told the truth.
"I know who we really are." Stephanie paused. "Hermione and Stephanie Granger, but hey I think the name Hermione is better than Harmony." Stephanie added to lighten the mood.
Hermione sighed. "Stephanie why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I know you would have gone mental."
Hermione smirked. "I guess I would have. Do you really want to go to Hogwarts that much?" Hermione asked her daughter.
"Hell ya!" Stephanie yelled.
"Language, Stephanie." Hermione scolded.
"Sorry, mum." Stephanie grinned sheepishly.
"I guess this means we are going to move to England."
Stephanie looked at her disbelieving. "What?! Really Mum? I love you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Stephanie said as she started kissing her mother's hands. "I thought you never agree because of the memories of you and Da-" Stephanie once again realized she had slipped a little too much information. She mentally slapped herself
"Memories of me and who?" Hermione.
"Uh, Danny Devito? I heard he's a great wizard. Wonderful with Charms." Stephanie said with a queasy smile.
"Stephanie, please do not lie to me, who is it?"
Stupid lie detector abilities.
Stephanie replied very somberly, "I thought you wouldn't let me go to Hogwarts, because of memories of Dad and you."
Hermione stared expressionless at Stephanie. "You know who your father is Stephanie?" asked Hermione.
Stephanie slowly nodded her head and said, "Harry Potter," Stephanie paused for a second and continued. "Also know as 'The Boy Who Lived'."
Hermione sat on the floor and rested her head on her knees. "Do you know how you came to be?"
Even though the situation was serious, Stephanie couldn't help herself. "Well you see mum, when a man and a woman love each other-"
Hermione glared at her daughter.
Stephanie cringed under the glare. "That's one scary glare you got mum. And to answer your question, yes I do." Stephanie continued after a moment of silence that was shared by both of them. "So am I still going to Hogwarts? I understand if I don't." Stephanie said although she looked crestfallen.
Hermione looked at Stephanie directly in her intense emerald eyes. "Stephanie, You are going to Hogwarts. You shouldn't have to be punished for my past. We are going to England, but don't let anyone know who you really are."
Stephanie hugged Hermione like there was no tomorrow. "Mom what if I, uh you know, Dad crosses my path?"
Hermione looked her daughter. "We will deal with that when it comes. Now we have to get packed, get all your school supplies, and much more. It's July so we don't have much time. Next week we will be in England."
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1 week later
"Mom! Come on mom! We are going to be late for our plane." Stephanie yelled upstairs, of the now empty apartment. "Honestly, why can't we just apperate, or use floo powder?"
Just then Hermione appeared at the top of the steps. "Stephanie, how much knowledge do you have about Hogwarts and such?"
"Well, let's just say I knew a lot more than you, when you first read, Hogwarts: A History." Stephanie answered with a devious grin. "Well there is also the fact that someone has been sending letters to me for a while." Stephanie muttered to herself.
And with that they were out the door.
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Sitting on the plane Stephanie was thinking about her source. Her source was the one person in the entire world, (except her mum of course) which knew her true identity. Stephanie's source told all about her mother's past and about who her father is. She learned all her basic spells, about Hogwarts, even about her mom's best friend and worst enemy. The answers of course were her mother's worst enemy was an evil wizard named Voldemort. Her mom's best friends were a boy named Ron Weasley and her father, Harry Potter. Her source told her all about her mother's adventures with her two best friends. Oh! And what wonderful and dangerous adventures they were. The year her mother had gotten pregnant with Stephanie was her final year at Hogwarts, when her mother was the Head Girl and her father was Head Boy.
'Must have been the worst year she ever had.' Stephanie would often ponder. Stephanie knew she was a mistake and at times felt like one
Stephanie felt the only person who understood her was her source. Yet the one thing Stephanie did not know was, who actually was her source?
Stephanie's letters were always simply signed as,
Snuffles
Before Stephanie fell asleep a very odd question was asked in her mind.
'Is Snuffles that fluffy bear from those commercials or is that Snuggles?'
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Ah another chapter revised who knows I might get another chapter up today.
TITLE: Troubled Minds
PAIRING: Harry/Hermione past/possibly future
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and you shall receive
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The only thing that belongs to this author is the storyline and the characters made up by the author.
A/N: Ah another Chapter uploaded!!!!!
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Troubled Minds: Chapter 1
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*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
Stephanie's intense green eyes opened gradually to her alarm clock. Her hand rose slowly to meet her alarm clock. Upon reaching the clock, Stephanie grabbed the alarm clock and chucked it across the room, breaking the alarm clock instantly. She then placed her pillow over her head, knowing what was to come.
"3...2...1..." Stephanie said with a yawn.
At that instant the door opened and out walked a twenty- eight year-old Hermione Granger, but known in New York as Harmony Vigil. Her hair was now very straight, yet wavy and now was brown with natural blonde highlights. Her cinnamon eyes were still the same, and her teeth remained straight. The only big difference was the fact she was older and loss of bushiness in her hair.
"Stephanie, this is the 3rd alarm clock this month you have broken. I'm not going to replace the next one you break." Hermione said as she took the dead alarm clock and threw it in the trash bin.
Stephanie took off the pillow hiding her face and rolled around to face her mother, "Well, I think the person who invented the alarm clock should die a terrible death, but most likely they are already dead, so I decided to torture the alarm clock instead."
"Well that is certainly an interesting theory. Now get up." Hermione said as she walked to her daughter's bed and threw off the covers.
At that Stephanie groaned and sat on her bed. "Yes, mother." Stephanie said in her most angelic voice.
"Okay, enough with the sarcastic comments."
Stephanie acted stunned at this. "Whatever are you talking about? Me? Sarcastic? Little ol' innocent me?"
"I now leave you to change, shorty." And with that her mother left.
Stephanie stuck her tongue out at her mother's retreating figure. "Meanie! And I'm NOT short!!" Stephanie called out.
As another day began, another day Stephanie hoped to get a letter from Hogwarts; but unfortunately for her, the days of summer continue to dwindle away.
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Stephanie entered the living room fully dressed in her usual clothing (Black pants with two white stripes down the side and a two sizes too large t-shirt). Stephanie was a very 'interesting' ten year old. She was exceptionally bright for a ten year old, but hid her intelligence by her mischievousness. Stephanie had cinnamon hair (Which was not bushy thank you very much, but was a bit unruly.), inherited from her mother, which was currently combed into a ponytail. She had intense emerald eyes, which she guessed that she inherited from her father. Stephanie had her clear contacts on (Stephanie had a little problem with keeping her glasses from breaking every other day), only creating her eyes even a more intense green. Lucky for her she didn't inherit her teeth from her mother. She loved her mother but she didn't want to look related to a beaver.
After grabbing a piece of toast from the kitchen, Stephanie walked to the living room looking for her Gameboy. Stephanie eyes instantly landed on an ivory letter by the fireplace with her name on it in green script. Her heart stopped for a moment, and all thoughts about the Gameboy were out the window. She was instead hoping that was indeed her letter to Hogwarts. She slowly walked up to the fireplace, and picked the letter up. She examined the front, which read,
Stephanie Vigil
The Bedroom on the Second Floor
6819 Miracle Ave Apt. #4
New York, NY 10044
After confirming that this was indeed for her, Stephanie carefully turned it over. When Stephanie looked at the back she almost fainted. For there on the back was a red, wax, seal labeled, HOGWARTS.
Stephanie quickly tore open the letter and read it.
Dear Miss Vigil,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins September 1st. We wait your owl no later then July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Involuntarily Stephanie yelled for joy. Before she could even think of a cover up, Hermione rushed into the Living Room, looking very worried.
"Stephanie, is something wrong?"
Stephanie's mind went totally blank. "Uh, um, no?"
While trying to think of an explanation the letter accidentally slipped out of her hand and floated before Hermione. Immediately Hermione saw the red, wax seal of Hogwarts and turned a deadly shade of pale.
"Oh Merlin." Hermione whispered.
"Uh, mum I was just about to ask you. Can I go? Please?" Stephanie said as she gave her puppy dog pout.
Hermione looked a bit confused at her daughter. "Don't you have questions?"
"Oh, no. I already knew I was a witch." Stephanie said proudly, but immediately placed her hand over her mouth, realizing she wasn't supposed to know she was a witch.
"You do? Stephanie, what else do you know?" Hermione asked sternly.
Stephanie looked a bit nervous on this question, but knowing her mother was a human, well witch, liar detector. Stephanie told the truth.
"I know who we really are." Stephanie paused. "Hermione and Stephanie Granger, but hey I think the name Hermione is better than Harmony." Stephanie added to lighten the mood.
Hermione sighed. "Stephanie why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I know you would have gone mental."
Hermione smirked. "I guess I would have. Do you really want to go to Hogwarts that much?" Hermione asked her daughter.
"Hell ya!" Stephanie yelled.
"Language, Stephanie." Hermione scolded.
"Sorry, mum." Stephanie grinned sheepishly.
"I guess this means we are going to move to England."
Stephanie looked at her disbelieving. "What?! Really Mum? I love you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Stephanie said as she started kissing her mother's hands. "I thought you never agree because of the memories of you and Da-" Stephanie once again realized she had slipped a little too much information. She mentally slapped herself
"Memories of me and who?" Hermione.
"Uh, Danny Devito? I heard he's a great wizard. Wonderful with Charms." Stephanie said with a queasy smile.
"Stephanie, please do not lie to me, who is it?"
Stupid lie detector abilities.
Stephanie replied very somberly, "I thought you wouldn't let me go to Hogwarts, because of memories of Dad and you."
Hermione stared expressionless at Stephanie. "You know who your father is Stephanie?" asked Hermione.
Stephanie slowly nodded her head and said, "Harry Potter," Stephanie paused for a second and continued. "Also know as 'The Boy Who Lived'."
Hermione sat on the floor and rested her head on her knees. "Do you know how you came to be?"
Even though the situation was serious, Stephanie couldn't help herself. "Well you see mum, when a man and a woman love each other-"
Hermione glared at her daughter.
Stephanie cringed under the glare. "That's one scary glare you got mum. And to answer your question, yes I do." Stephanie continued after a moment of silence that was shared by both of them. "So am I still going to Hogwarts? I understand if I don't." Stephanie said although she looked crestfallen.
Hermione looked at Stephanie directly in her intense emerald eyes. "Stephanie, You are going to Hogwarts. You shouldn't have to be punished for my past. We are going to England, but don't let anyone know who you really are."
Stephanie hugged Hermione like there was no tomorrow. "Mom what if I, uh you know, Dad crosses my path?"
Hermione looked her daughter. "We will deal with that when it comes. Now we have to get packed, get all your school supplies, and much more. It's July so we don't have much time. Next week we will be in England."
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1 week later
"Mom! Come on mom! We are going to be late for our plane." Stephanie yelled upstairs, of the now empty apartment. "Honestly, why can't we just apperate, or use floo powder?"
Just then Hermione appeared at the top of the steps. "Stephanie, how much knowledge do you have about Hogwarts and such?"
"Well, let's just say I knew a lot more than you, when you first read, Hogwarts: A History." Stephanie answered with a devious grin. "Well there is also the fact that someone has been sending letters to me for a while." Stephanie muttered to herself.
And with that they were out the door.
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Sitting on the plane Stephanie was thinking about her source. Her source was the one person in the entire world, (except her mum of course) which knew her true identity. Stephanie's source told all about her mother's past and about who her father is. She learned all her basic spells, about Hogwarts, even about her mom's best friend and worst enemy. The answers of course were her mother's worst enemy was an evil wizard named Voldemort. Her mom's best friends were a boy named Ron Weasley and her father, Harry Potter. Her source told her all about her mother's adventures with her two best friends. Oh! And what wonderful and dangerous adventures they were. The year her mother had gotten pregnant with Stephanie was her final year at Hogwarts, when her mother was the Head Girl and her father was Head Boy.
'Must have been the worst year she ever had.' Stephanie would often ponder. Stephanie knew she was a mistake and at times felt like one
Stephanie felt the only person who understood her was her source. Yet the one thing Stephanie did not know was, who actually was her source?
Stephanie's letters were always simply signed as,
Snuffles
Before Stephanie fell asleep a very odd question was asked in her mind.
'Is Snuffles that fluffy bear from those commercials or is that Snuggles?'
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Ah another chapter revised who knows I might get another chapter up today.