The story of the Dark Lord's daughter.
Hello everyone, this is the reworked/ edited version of the story that was called: 'Hermione, the dark lords daughter.'
As stated in the last chapter posted of that story, this will become the new version and only version of the story to be updated.
With help from my amazing new beta: Ydanae, this story has now been completely edited and is being rewritten chapter by chapter,
to hopefully make it the best it can be.
I own nothing, maybe a few plot points. Everything recognised belongs to J. and her universe.
Chapter one: Surprise Visit.
It all started when Severus Snape came to visit me at home in the summer starting third year.
"Miss Granger." Looking up I was shocked to see my potions professor standing in my bedroom in the middle of Muggle London, my mother hovering behind him.
"Professor? Professor Snape?" I asked while wrinkling my nose in an involuntary reaction of confusion. In the two years I've attended Hogwarts the man showed nothing but contempt for me. His sudden appearance got my mind reeling with questions. Why was he here? Why was my mother looking so nervous? And why in Merlin's name was he looking at me like that?
"Miss Granger. I'm here to talk to you about a rather delicate matter and even though it's not term time, I'm still your professor and I demand your respect Miss Granger." I raised my eyebrows, but decided against speaking out. Although he wouldn't be able to deduct points for my attitude during the summer, I wouldn't put it past him for trying to start Gryffindor off on a minus number of points.
"Of course sir, sorry sir. Would you like to sit down?" I asked while offering the dungeon bat the chair opposite me.
"Thank you Miss Granger. Professor Dumbledore has bestowed on me the task of telling you about your real heritage." He said with a sneer on his face.
"Pardon?" I asked. I know I am the smartest witch of my generation but I must be slow today.
"It has come to our attention that your Muggle parents are not your biological parents." He said with a scowl.
"Oh Merlin professor, I could have told you that. I was adopted as a baby. I hardly think that should come as a surprise as half my year knows about it. Also, why does it matter at all?" I replied with more confidence than I felt. Truthfully, my heritage was a bit of a sore spot. Of course I had loving adopted parents that basically worshipped the ground I walked on. They were nothing but supportive, I've had a great childhood so far. But not knowing who my biological parents were and why they gave me up always made me feel just a little less I don't know, less worthy? Less loved? Less important?
"I don't think you quite understood me Miss Granger." Snape started. "I have come to speak to you about your biological parents. We have just uncovered some information containing your true heritage. It seems you are not Muggle born at all."
Looking over towards where my mother was standing I noticed she looked resigned. "Mom?" I asked.
"Hermione, honey, I always knew this day was coming. We knew you were special the day you appeared on our kitchen table. Yes, yes I actually mean you appeared from thin air on our table. It was the 1st of November 1981 and your father and I were having dinner when all of a sudden, right in the middle of our dinner, there you were. This beautiful toddler, you couldn't have been much more than two years old. Beautiful brown curls adorning your head, you looked like a little angel. At first we thought God must have sent you over himself, but when you started to show accidental magic we figured it out. You were born a witch and magic had sent you over. As no one would have believed our story, we fabricated official documents and raised you as our own. But we made sure you always knew that you were our special gift, given to us by another."
Of course I had always known they were not my biological parents, but I had never heard the story of my appearance before. I honestly didn't know what to make of it. Apparently Dumbledore found out who my real parents are. There are lots of half blood or even pure blood families I could be a part of. Merlin help me, what if I turned out to be related to one of those snobbish pure blood girls at school?! Completely absorbed in thought I missed professor Snape's comment.
"… Bellatrix Lestrange and The Dark Lord". "Excuse me?" I said. "I didn't quite catch that. What about Bellatrix Lestrange and Voldemort?"
"I said, it turns out you are the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange and The Dark Lord" answered professor Snape.
"Pardon, did you just say I'm He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's daughter. As well as B B Bellatrix." was my ever so witty reply. Darn it, I really am slow today.
"Yes you were born Caitlyn Rosa Lestrange on September 19th 1979." He replied. I was thankful I was already seated; I paled and feel my legs buckle under me. Silent tears were falling down my cheeks. This could not be happening. One minute I was Hermione Granger, the next I was someone else. How could I be the product of two people that evil?
"What is going to happen now?" I asked timidly, searching my mother's face for reinsurance. I found none.
"The dark lord is getting stronger miss Granger. Each and every day. First of all I need to tell you I'm loyal to your father, as you have suspected. Your father is coming back miss Granger. He has a plan, he is coming back to you. Dumbledore doesn't know, but I am part of The Dark Lord's plans for you." He stared at me. "When Potter supposedly killed your father. I was appointed your protector. The Malfoys, as your next of kin, were supposed to be your guardians. But, not wanting to raise you as his own, Rodolphus Lestrange took you away after The Dark Lord fell and Bellatrix was imprisoned. "Put the filth out with the Muggles" he stated. Bellatrix' and Rodolphus' marriage was one purely on paper, although that was not because he did not love her. He has always been jealous of the relationship your parents had, he could not accept his wife loved another and therefore did not accept you. We never found any trace of you until now"
"Do you have any questions for me so far?" Professor Snape asked.
I pondered his question. "Maybe it explains why I'm sort of a thrill seeker? I led Harry into those dangerous tasks to find the sorcerer's stone in first year. Why I stole from your stores in second year. I felt excited doing all this. I liked not being the goody two shoes everybody sees me as for a change." I replied thinking carefully about my first two years at Hogwarts.
"If you looked like what you're supposed to look like, be who you're supposed to be, you'd have some special powers, a powerful inheritance from your dad."
"What do you mean, if I looked like I'm supposed to look like?" I asked. "Well, when Rodolpus took you away he altered your looks. He put an extremely strong glamour over you, one that is still in effect today. Also he blocked all of your inherited mental traits. Would you like to see what you really look like and are capable of? Your aunt will be able to remove the glamour and mental block if you'd like since she is a blood relative. "
"Like what?" I asked.
"Snake talking, reading minds, the power to tell when someone is lying to you." Snape said. "If you enjoyed being adventurous, you are definitely their daughter." He smirked at the look of incredulity on my face.
"I would like to take you to the Malfoys now. Where you were supposed to be living." He says, almost with distaste in his voice over how I'd been living. "They are anxiously awaiting your arrival. I've spoken at length with your adopted parents before coming up. They agree with me that it will be beneficial for you to spend time with your biological family before the start of the school year.
Feeling completely numb I packed my things, hugged my parent's goodbye and grabbed hold of Professor Snape's arm. A loud CRACK sounded my departure from my old life and my arrival at Malfoy manor. Home…
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