Authors Note:
I know the beginning wasn't great, but give me a few chapters to get it started, ok?
Sorry, on my last chapter I forgot to give the disclaimer. Obviously, I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. I give complete credit to JK Rowling on that one. I do own Annie, but that is about it.
Also, please review and let me know what you think. This is my first story on fanfiction. I appreciate any review, whether to slam my story or praise it. Any comments or corrections help! Please!
-Meg
Chapter 2 - Annie's Story
Hermione sat down toa meal of roast beef and mashed potatoes. Mmm . . . , she thought. This was her absolute favorite meal! She was happy her parents remembered it. She helped herself to some gravy, and watched Annie struggle with her spoon. It was almost comedic to see Annie trying to lift the huge lump to her mouth. Hermione giggled at the sight.
"So I see you are warming up to your sister now. I figured she's charm you." Hermione's dad broke in.
"Mom, Dad, who is she?" Hermione couldn't help but to be blunt. After all, she should have been told before she left school. Her parents sighed.They knew they would have to tell the story, and now was a better time than ever.
"Annie is not our biological daughter, Hermione. We adopted her." Hermione sighed of relief. She hadn't missed out on an entire pregnancy! Her dad began.
"Two months ago, I was working at the office (Hermione's parents are dentists, right?) and a lady came in. She introduced herself as Sydney Harris.She was a nice lady,butI noticed that she carried acamping backpack withher.Sydney was infor just a regular cleaning.After the appointment, she hurried into the bathroom. A few minutes latershe came out in tears.She ran out of the building without even stopping to pay. Marene followed her, but no one could find Sydney.
"When I got home at the end of the day, I received a phone call from Mervin, the custodian. He had gone into the bathroom to find a little girl sitting in a backpack, tucked away into a corner. Mervin couldn't figure out what to do with her, so I went in and took the girl home. We kept her here for a few days, while the police searched for Sydney.
"After a week or so, Sydney was found. I hurried over to the station to give Sydney back to her. when I got there, she started crying again. Sydney explained to me that the reason she had abandoned the girl was that she wasn't hers. Sydney had found her in an old abandoned car and thought it would be fun to play Mom. After awhile, she realized that what she was doing was illegal, and so she left her with me.
"The police tried to search for the true parents, but nobody could find them. They gave me the option to adopt her, so I talked to your mother and we decided to go ahead with it. We named her Annabelle Lucille, Annie for short. She is almost two years old.
"Honey, we weren't trying to shock you into not being an only child any more, and we knowthat you feel like we replaced you. We were just trying to help Annie."
Hermione sat at her seat, thinking about Annie. She was cute, and Hermione had always wanted a sister . . . Hermione decided she liked her. 'That is me' Hermione thought. 'My mood changes about someone instantly'.
After dinner Hermione went upstairs to find the nursery. It turned out to be the old storage room. She pushed the door open to find an adorable room of butterflies and flowers. The room was set up as a garden. Little ladybugs covered the walls, along with tall stems leading to flowers at the ceiling. It was bright and sunny. The crib had a mobile over it that had bouncing plastic bugs on it. Hermione searched the room for Annie, finally finding her in the closet, fast asleep.
Hermione picked up the sleeping body. Silently, she carried her over to the changing table to put her pajamas on. She canvassed the room for a dresser, finally discovering that the stepladder painting doubled as a dresser. She found some pink pajamas and put them on Annie. After setting the sleeping body in the crib, Hermione silently walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.