Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This is also my first fic, so stick with me. I am a student as well, so chapters may not be as consistent as I want them to be.
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I stared at the headline of The Daily Prophet. I was used to seeing my name there, but this time it was another topic. My wedding. To whom you may ask? Well I suppose I should start at the beginning.
———————ONE YEAR EARLIER———————-
I sat in the common room doing my charms essay, growing increasingly annoyed. Harry and Ron could never stop arguing now. It was hard to tell what they were on about this time. I really wanted to yell and slap them, but I just kept my mouth closed as I packed my bag and stormed off to the library.
Going to my usual spot hidden behind the large stacks of books next to the restricted section, I got to work again. I had just finished my charms essay when started to feel the drowsiness of sleep take over my body. Before I knew it, I was sound asleep.
I startled awake to the sound of the midnight bells and the library door being slammed shut. Then I heard footsteps. Two sets. Coming my way. Quickly packing my things, I dove under the table I had been working at. The footsteps stopped just short of the row my table was located in. Then I heard the voices.
"Are you sure Albus? I know the girl is powerful like the both of them, but she isn't a dark witch!" That sounded like Madam Pince, and she must be talking to Professor Dumbledore.
"Of course I'm sure, Irma. Don't tell me that you honestly think muggles can produce such a powerful witch," Responded Dumbledore sharply.
Madam Pince started pacing lightly as she said,"I don't mean to insult your intelligence and power, but this is a big accusation to make. I don't even want to think about what would happen if we were wrong about this."
Professor Dumbledore raised his voice now, "I told you! Hermione Granger is the daughter of Tom Riddle and Bellatrix Lestrange."