Hey guys! Delaney here hoping you enjoy a fury defiant. This is a bellamione endgame story but a slow burn one, buckle in.
Should be updating pretty much daily given the current crisis.
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Grey clouds filled the skies outside Hermione's window, the young girl bored of the same view, hoping for once excitement would enter her life. Instead she listens to the muffled shouts stemming from down the hall.
"This is fucking ridiculous Monica you can't be serious!" His shouts where accompanied by the almighty slam of a solid word door. Hermione didn't flinch her parents arguing was a common occurrence not helped by the fact that not two hours ago a woman in strange clothes had shown up at their door to tell the family she was a witch.
As if something that exciting could be real, Hermione scoffed to herself, whatever will happen next a flying carpet and dragons.
At eleven years old Hermione was far from normal but the tiny family put it down to her upbringing adoptions can cause some withdrawal. Always a book in her hand and never too many friends no close ones at all really. This discovery this woman, it couldn't be true nothing good had ever happened to Hermione Granger.
The two weeks between being told she was a witch had flown by. The strange lady had come again the following morning and had taken her to "a place that a young witch or wizard must visit". This strange street had proven to Hermione and her parents that this was no wind up, children and their parents darted in and out of ancient looking shops carrying cauldrons, owls and books. There was too much to do a list of items needed for her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry she couldn't take it all in. Her parents on the other hand, gawked stupidly at every little thing "look at that broom" "does it fly" "wow that pots cleaning itself" much to Hermione's shock they actually looked proud as the dressmaker fitter her with her plain Hogwarts robes.
The woman who had bought her here, McGonagall, explained that once she arrived at the school she would be sorted into a house, one of four. Plain black wouldn't stay black for much longer. Their final trip of the day was to a shop called ollivanders, slim boxes layered on top of each other high into the ceiling rickety ladders leaning against what Hermione guessed where shelves though she couldn't be sure not with all the dust and grime coating everything.
"Ah, first year I see" A man who looked old enough to be her grandfather murmured appearing from a back room. He rummaged through several shelves before pulling out a piece of wood, right so that's a wand. "Try this one dear" Hermione waved the stick at nothing in particular. Nothing happened. "Let's try again" This time the man disappears and when he returns is holding a box that looks as if it was falling apart, once black the thick coating of dust made it grey, she coughs as he opens it and gives her the wand.
Something in Hermione began to hum like thunder and lightning all at once, the four adults looked on in fascination at the glow emitting from the wand
Now this is exciting.
