Chapter One
Unexpected yet… Expected
She stood in the large kitchen, silently rotating around. What she was doing was simply bringing in her new environment. Everything in that room was white. The counters were of white marble and the cupboards were of white wood from some kind of magical tree grown in Asia. Looking down, she realized that the floor was a glossy white tiling.
"Hurry up now!" The lady's shrill voice carried back to her from one of the many doors. The girl slowly started that way, not wanting to go, but also wanting to see other rooms. She supposed every room in the manor were like the kitchen was, grand. Ooh how wrong she was. Looking around the room that was supposedly was hers. Once again, this room was only lit by the sun rays coming throw the smaller than usual window and the dust layer was pretty thick when she wiped her finger over the desk.
The lady showing her to her new room sighed dramatically. She was a fairly short person with fiery red hair that seemed to stand up on its own the that up-do of hers. Turning around, she forced a smile onto her face and turned back to the lady. Instead of the lady being there, it was a woman with short gray hair.
"Hello dear. My name is Helen, the caretaker of this house. I am here to explain to you what exactly you do." She walked in, shoulders held up high ('Oh jeez' She thought), and swinging (literally) her hips. Her chin was up and she had a smirk on her face. She was acting like she was 16 again. "You are to do any orders you are told and you are to not argue back. You were brought here under the command of Master Malfoy."
The girl who was standing there, not really paying attention, was now trembling and had a confused look on her face.
"Excuse me?" She asked politely.
The lady shook her head, "Not hear me dear? I said you're here because Master Malfoy had commanded you be brought here. Got it? I have to go clean the linen closet on the 4th floor." Without another word, the woman was out of the room. She fell backward onto the lumpy old bed, bringing up a dust cloud and hit her fists against it. 'WHY!' She asked herself 'Why me?'
There was a quiet cough coming from her doorway and when she sat up, she was surprised to see a short old woman with white hair. She bustled into the room looking down at the girl. "Oh, darling… Don't bother with her. Wise old crack can't clean if the Dark Lord himself demanded of her to."
"I wouldn't of thought by the way she talks… Seems she could order a whole army if she's needing too." She laughed. The old woman raised her eyebrows and waggled her finger at her.
"Don't tempt her or else…"
"Or else what?" The girl was in a sitting position now, with her legs on the creaky old bed, dust settling on them. The old woman nodded to her.
"Or else we wouldn't be having this conversation, of course!"
The girl laughed along with the old woman. That was some big piece of information on the lady. She had to remember that one. She shook her head and looked at the old woman. "I don't believe we no each other's names now, do we? My name is Hermione, Hermione Granger. You are?"
The old lady smiled warmly. "Nice to meet you Hermione Granger. Remember this, will you please… Only time can tell."
Before Hermione could remember ask the old woman for her name, she had gone out her door and down the hall. A tall, cloaked figure in the doorway had just then replaced the old woman's.
"Now what do you want?"