London, August 28 1999 AM
Hermione granger had never been one to wallow in misery or gloat soothingly but somehow she just couldn't help herself. Staring into the vast abyss of the dreary summer morning in her childhood home she chuckles to herself... has it all been a lie? Has she just woke from a miserably bittersweet dream - was she even a witch. Heck he'll would have to freeze over before she finds herself with no magic.
When Hermione came back in search for her parents to reimburse them with their memories she so kindly stole she came to the realisation that her parents weren't intact actually her parents
30 minutes earlier.
"Anyone in?..."
"Hello..."
Blasted guess I'm home alone then, where are they? Reinstalling their memories proves rather difficult without the said people present.
It was only as I started walking towards the front foyer that I noticed a large piece of paper on the ornate table.
Picking up said piece of paper Hermione Runs her fingers alone the brittle and must be old parchment, how did this get here?
Dear Hermione Granger,
It has come to our attention that not the whole truth has been made light of to you.
While it's not from the horses mouth I think it's best you understand the true depth of betrayal you've so been victimised too.
Twenty years ago a young couple bore a child, a female. The first female to be born in generations. While the couple were excited to be gifted with such a beautiful baby they knew they couldn't keep her with the eminent threat of her life but others too. Reluctantly they gave the child up to a pair of people they had run into many times mark and jean granger, unfortunately they themselves couldn't have children so they took it upon them in every effort to provide for this aspiring young witch until her day came to understand.
You see ms granger when you wiped your 'parents' memories they had no ability to tell you. That little snippet of what I told is all I can tell. I'm bound under oath to make sure you find this out yourself, that is because if word is out anyone knows, their life will be on the line. I hope you can understand, all will be revealed on the dawn of your 21st birthday.
Wishing you well
TN
PRESENT
Hermione distinctly remembers the pattern of her heart when she read that letter, had it all been some sick joke, if it weren't she had some serious studying to be doing, something that would be difficult while working at her new job - the new one she took with 12 of her other class mates, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Astoria Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass, Blaise Zabini, Luna Lovegood, Draco Malloy, Pansy Parkinson, Neville Longbottom, Hannah Avery and Theodore Nott.
TN
If I had to bet all my galleons on it I reckon it was Nott who sent that letter, that man has ties to all the wizarding world.
Hermiones face shrivelled into something a keen revoltion, highly displeased Hermione tries to busy her mind with something less negative.
Hermione remembered the day they all put their names in for the training programme for the SMLEA Secret Magical Law Enforcement Agency, granted they hadn't all gone together but over the summer they all managed to at least become civil with their fellow slytherins, seeing as they'd at some point have to put their lives in their hands, Hermione wasn't particularly keen on working with Malfoy out of the whole bunch intact it was her luck she had been partnered with him to complete the programme, stating they were the best suited for eachother Fat Chance! But they managed to become civil and she at least tolerated the slimy git. Same can't be said for Ginnys position, being paired with sex extraordinaire Blaise Zabini I imagine is no easy feat. However just like herself Ginny had managed to feather their relationship down to tolerating so at least there would be no near future murders in the next few months.
Hearing her door click closed Hermione turned to the familiar guest in her room observing him before protruding a smile.
"Harry I can't believe we're starting our SMLEA training in a week! This is so exciting"
Grinning at his curly haired best friend he retorted
"Ever the glowing swot you are Mione' however we do need to get going to the basecamp as they have given us a week to settle in and get to know eachother so given that are you ready?"
"As I'll ever be"
Hertfordshire August 28 1999 PM
Hermione had managed to unpack most of her things in her conjoined room with Malfoy before his dreaded arival, had she known she'd be sharing a room, a bloody room! With the slimy git she may have dropped out earlier, but now is not the time for cowardice. But considering all Hermione wore to bed were tight skimpy clothes she had a feeling this would not be a simple arrangement.
After a little bit of clattering in her peripheral Hermione whizzed her head around at the offensive noise, coming nose to nose with the ferret faced git himself
"Good evening granger, this year is sure to be fun"
Author note
I know a lot of people have done their own run on Hermione being a pure blood but I've had this idea in my head for a long time now and am seeing if I can place it in paper!
I'm really excited to see where this takes
Any requests of questions feel free to message!