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I was so happy with the reactions on the first chapter. Wow, 5 reviews! You couldn't make me happier! I hope you enjoy this shorter second chapter.
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TempeGeller
Chapter 2: Telling the rest
Hermione stared at the small basket in front of her. The small blanket was draped in the basket and the piece of skirt was one she had looked at for more than once. It was part of the skirts they wore at Hogwarts, it was tip. Her mom would have to be a student at Hogwarts or she wore a skirt like hers.
She wanted to know everything about the woman that protected her, more than just her hair color and that of her eyes. She would put the small bundle away when anyone would walk in. Hiding her emotions to her best friends was tough, yet she wanted to keep it a secret for just a while. This time her emotion overtook everything. When Ron opened the door, she was unable to hide the truth.
"Hermione!" Ron cursed a bit. "What's wrong with you today, you look like you just found out someone died in your family!"
"I.." Hermione paused "Sometimes you can be so insensitive, Ronald Weasley!"
Hermione thought that was a bit too harsh of a reaction, but right now everything was different. She wouldn't react in a normal way to anyone.
"Oh, what did I do wrong." Ron paused "You've been staring at the basket, for nearly a half hour. And I have been asking what's.."
She hadn't even known Ron had seen her with the basket. She thought she hid it so well, yet she didn't. She stared at Ron, only a few seconds later Harry entered the room.
"Hermione.." Harry stepped towards her.
"Finally Harry!" Ron walked towards Harry. "Can you ask Hermione, why she's been playing with
that old dirty basket for all this time?"
"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione yelled "You.."
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry sat down next to her. He put a hand on her knee, almost like he knew Hermione was going to tell a sob story. His eyes were understanding, the green in it seemed so much more intense. Harry would understand, he lost his parents too. So Hermione slowly put the basket behind her. What did she need to tell them? The complete truth, but how was she going to play it. Was she going to hide parts of the story. Or would she convey her complete doubt towards the person.
"My parents are not my biological parents." Hermione whispered.
"You're adopted?" Ron's mouth fell open. "So, they got you from an orphanage?"
"Hermione, do.." Harry was interrupted by Hermione.
"My mother, I mean my birth mother." Hermione stared at Harry. "She left me at my parents footstep, in this basket. They say she was cold, and pretty much dying. She kept saying, that they would kill me and her. This is all that's left about my mother."
"What's her name?" Harry sat down next to her. "What does she look like? What do you know about her?"
"Well, my parents don't know her name." Hermione reacted "Just that she was blond, blue eyes, and she was pale. "
"Well, that narrows it down to.." Ron laughed "I mean about 1 billion people could be your parent, congratulations Hermione."
"Ron..!" Harry punched him. "So, what's in here?"
"Well, a teddy bear." Hermione handed the small teddy bear in the form of a unicorn. She slowly showed them a little blanket. "A blanket, and the letter. And a piece of a ripped skirt, it's ripped right from the bottom. I think it might be from a Hogwarts skirt or it could be one looking like it. "
"Letter?" Harry took the letter, the ink had disappeared. "You can't ready in anymore."
"yeah, it was raining that night." Hermione replied "Every part of the ink is gone.."
"Well, you can always ask any of the professors at Hogwarts if you can restore it." Ron replied "I mean I think it's possible after all."
"So you think we can figure out what her name is?" Hermione smiled "Thanks Ron."
The hug was a way to show her gratitude towards Ron. Using magic was such a simple solution, yet she had never even thought about it. Why? She had no idea, using magic was after all a good idea. Magic could do more than normal people could, it could bring back something that couldn't be seen. Why had Hermione not thought about magic?
"I can't believe you didn't think about that Hermione…" Ron smiled "Normally you're all about finding solutions in books. I don't think you should give up just yet…"
"Ron Weasley, what has your mother put in your food that made you this smart?"
"I've started eating oatmeal pretty recently." Ron nodded.
"That must be it…" Hermione laughed.
"Welcome to the club." Harry hugged Hermione "I never met my real mother either."
"I don't know what to think about her." Hermione turned away from Harry. She was partly ashamed for talking about her real mom in that way. She felt like she should instantly love her. "I mean she didn't try to take care of me. She just left..."
"Maybe she thought it was for the better.." Ron stared at her. "Your parents were wonderful for you, she gave you a family. Maybe you really were in some kind of danger. Maybe she did what was the best, because she loved you."
"I just find it hard.." Hermione replied
"I find it hard to believe that my mom died for me." Harry put his hand on Hermione's shoulder. "I think Ron here is right. Maybe you wouldn't have been alive if she didn't leave you. Maybe she knew what was best. Hermione, your mom didn't want you to live in the shadows. She put her own feelings aside and saw what was the best."
"So do you think I will ever meet her?" Hermione pulled the bear in her arms. She hugged it.
"I don't know Hermione." Harry put his hand on hers. "I mean it's been 15 years, she could be.."
"She could be dead." Hermione replied
"But.." Ron replied "She could also still be alive. I mean, it's not sure she was captured. I mean she doesn't have to be dead, right Harry?"
"Right." Harry nodded "I mean she could still be alive."
"Thanks guys." Hermione replied "but I just wonder about them you know, I mean do you think my mom was in love with my dad? Or were they just young and stupid? And if she were alive, wouldn't she return for me?""
"I'm sure your mom loves you." Ron stared at her. "And she'd be proud of you, when she found out you were a prefect."
"Maybe it is too dangerous for her to return." Harry spoke "Voldemort is coming back. She could be in danger. Or maybe she went through something that makes it impossible for her to return. I'm sure she wants to be here."
"At Hogwarts?" Hermione turned around. "I mean it could show me the exact identity."
"And maybe you've overseen details of the basket." Ron explained. "Maybe we should take it apart, my mom used to have secret compartments. There could be things that explain more than the letter…"
"I don't want to destroy it…" Hermione smiled "I could repair it."
"Let's just talk about who your mom could be…" Harry smiled "A witch."
"There's always that possibility." Ron smiled "You should totally tell Malfoy you're not muggleborn. I mean.."
"Or I could still be.." Hermione smiled "I don't care, really."
"You know technically.." Ron didn't finish that sentences.
"Let's just talk about McGonagall's daughter." Hermione turned to Ron. "Why do you think she wants to keep looking after her?"
"Maybe she still has just a tiny bit of hope…" Harry smiled "It's more than nothing. If there's just a tiny chance she's alive, you can't lose hope."
"That's the truth on your mother too.." Ron spoke.
"Mother what?" Ginny said down. "What are you talking about?"
"My parents aren't my real parents." Hermione replied "My mother left me in a basket and I don't even know who my dad is."
"So your mother is not your mother?" Ginny put the basket in front of Hermione. "Creepy, I mean your father could be anyone on the whole planet, including Professor Snape."
"Now, that's an idea I would like to ignore." Hermione replied
"Yeah, the whole idea about someone who's willing to shag Severus Snape is new to me." Ron replied "I mean they have to invent the woman that won't mind sharing a bed with him."
"Yeah, I bet that could be creepy." Ginny took the letter. "The ink is gone, it's too bad. She probably signed it with her name.."
"I'm feeling sorry for Professor McGonagall.." Hermione replied "I mean losing your daughter can't be easy. I mean.."
"Well, Dumbledore seemed to be convinced she was still alive." Ron replied "I mean the whole, if we send more man after her. We won't find her."
"I think Sirius is right.." Harry stared to the piece of paper. "I think she's dead. I mean why wouldn't she come back, after war was over..."
"Well.." Ron replied "I think Sirius Black and her were a kill ass couple. I bet he misses her.."
"Sure do." Sirius entered the room. "she was beautiful after all. Right, we went out trough Hogwarts. I .."
FLASHBACK
"I'm not going out with you!" Leyla cursed.
"Leyla, my darling.." Leyla rolled her eyes.
"Go shag yourself.." Leyla turned away from Sirius.
"Where are you going?" Sirius grabbed her hand. "To him?"
"Yeah, I'm going to Sev, cause unlike you he's my friend." Leyla pushed him away.
"He's in love with you." Sirius turned to her. "Mad in love that is, I think he doesn't want to be friends. I bet he wants to shag you."
"Well, who I shag is none of your business.." Leyla turned away
"Yeah, she liked me." Sirius smiled
"Off course she loved you.." Harry replied "You're like totally awesome. All the chicks were in love with you, I bet."
"What really happened to her?" Ron stared at Sirius. "I mean she could just have moved.."
"Well, Leyla was very outspoken. She attacked Voldemort at the places it hurt the most, ratting out people in the ministry. Keeping him from taken over completely. Leyla knew how to get death eaters to walk over to our side. So, Voldemort targeted her. Before she disappeared, she was running from death eaters, I mean she was an activist. Breaking muggleborns out of Azkaban. Saving muggles, always doing what she was not supposed to do. She didn't go in to hiding, she just became more active. And she didn't listen to Dumbledore when he asked her to take it easy. She just went over the top." Sirius smiled "Leyla was the kind of girl that didn't kill anyone, but saved a lot people. That night, she was talking to Snape. It's the last person I saw her talk to. She went away with him, and that's it."
"So Snape is the last person that saw her?" Harry turned to him.
"He said he drove her home." Sirius replied "And that was the last time he saw her. Bull shit if you ask me. I think he knows what happened to her."
"then what happened to her?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"He killed her, that's what happened to poor Leyla." Sirius replied "That's how bad he became, killing the woman he said he was crazy about. She didn't want to see his bad nature, kept with him. Even after Hogwarts, she kept sweet talking him. How he wouldn't kill anyone. She found that out the hard way, killed her that December. Poor girl, always trusting the wrong persons."
"and you let her?" Harry stared at Sirius "You let her trust him?"
"Leyla was very stubborn." Sirius smiled "A good friend of your mother I mind add. When she knew something, no one could tell her what to think. No one could make up her mind. She was beautiful, sweet and well she.."
"I don't know if I believe Snape would kill her.." Hermione whispered "I mean sure he can be a mean man, but killing someone is something of an entire different nature. He got mad when you called him a killer. I never saw Professor Snape like that. I don't think…"
"I have seen him like that, whenever I said Leyla liked me or Remus more. You don't know what Snape did in his bad days.." Sirius replied "I never trusted that man, and I'm not starting today.."
"I'm with Sirius on that one.." Ron replied "Have you seen his face?"
"I don't know, Ron." Hermione reacted. She turned her back to her. Why was there a part of her that didn't believe that Leyla was killed that night. Why would Professor Dumbledore still trust a murderer. She couldn't believe that could get passed Dumbledore. She was sure that Snape was innocent. Or was she just trying to believe in something?
"Well, there's no proof anyone saw her after that December 1st, I mean even I didn't." Sirius replied "If she were alive, she would have told me. Trust me.."
Keep telling me who you think Hermione's mom is. Any possibility you could come up with. I love hearing your ideas. It makes me so happy!
Thanks for reading this chapter! All of you! You make stories like this possible.
