Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Thank you soo much to Jackalope hunter…my lone reviewer haha. Oh well I'm over it. And Jackalope your review made me laugh so much because that is exactly what I said when I read that Blaise was black. And yeah it was in the 6th book. Which should be burned. It also said that Blaise's mom had like multiple husbands all of which "mysteriously" died. Yeah, totally forget you ever read that, too, because I'm not sticking to it. Sorry J.K.
Previously:
Glancing once more at the envelope she held in her hand she stepped into the flames and yelled "Zabini Manor!"
Hermione stepped out of an ornate fireplace onto an elegant rug. Looking down she almost wished she could just step back into the fireplace just so that she wouldn't dirty the rug with soot. She looked around the room she was in. It was apparently a family room, but the term seemed wrong. A "family room" was where the couches were and the TV and the numerous remote controls. A "family room" was littered with newspapers that someone had been too lazy to put away, or an open book someone had just been reading.
This was no "family room."
She stared in awe at the sparkling clean coffee table in front of her. The top was clear glass and was held up by elaborate silver. Behind it rested a plush tan couch which complemented the scarlet walls. To the right of the couch was a matching armchair while to the left of the couch was a tan love seat. Perfect for reading books on, Hermione thought.
Far behind the couch was a long, magnificent, winding staircase leading to a second floor. There was an entryway to another room on her left and one near the staircase on her right. She picked right.
As she was approaching the doorway she noticed she still clutched the envelope from her letter in her hand. She quickly folded it and shoved it in her back pocket with her letter. She walked towards the doorway carefully.
"Hello?" She called out. She didn't want to startle someone. Now that she thought about it, this was the stupidest idea she ever had. Sure, she didn't really have a choice about coming here, because it's not like she could live anywhere else, but she could have at least caught the Knight Bus or something. How rude to just floo yourself in. If someone did that to her, she'd be pissed. Shit, this is the worst.
She had just turned around to head back to the fireplace to floo herself back to her house to catch the Knight Bus instead of just showing up unannounced, when a voice behind her stopped her in her tracks.
"Baby?" a feminine voice behind her asked.
Hermione turned around slowly. The voice didn't sound mad. She met a woman standing a few feet away from her. She was a couple of inches taller than Hermione, but she had the same brunette curls. The only difference was, her hair was long and the curls fell in elegant thick rings while Hermione's own untame, frizzy hair was still in the gross pony tail she had thrown it up in that morning. The woman's eyes were so blue they were like two pieces of chipped ice. They were not unlike Malfoy's only this woman's weren't cold and hard. They were full of warmth and, love? Hermione also noticed that the woman was slender and had smaller than average breasts. Kinda like me, she thought, finally starting to piece everything together.
"Hermione?" the lady tried again.
"Yes," she said, gasping out the word.
"Oh, Hermione!" She exclaimed and ran towards her before embracing her in a tight, warm hug.
Slowly, the past hours began to sink in with Hermione. Her parents had been killed by Death Eaters, and her real mother was here hugging her like there was no tomorrow. For the second time that day Hermione broke into sobs, letting the woman clutching her sooth her. She was crying in sadness mourning her parents and crying in happiness knowing that she wasn't alone. She still had people that loved her.
Hermione's legs gave outfrom beneathher and her mother collapsed with her, never letting her go. It was then that Hermione realized her mother was sobbing as much as her.
"Oh my baby, my baby," she was saying over and over. "It's okay, I'm here, it's okay."
Hermione let herself sob on this woman's shoulder. She had only known her for maybe a full minute before she was staining this poor lady's nice dress with her tears. But this isn't just any lady, a voice in her head told her, this is your mom. And surprisingly, Hermione felt at ease.
Yes I know it's insanely short but I thought this was a good place to stop. I'll post again soon. I promise. Until then REVIEW!
