In this story, the plot of Druella and Walburga's characters is inspired/taken from redrainofroses (Druella) and macvanliepertja (Walburga) on TikTok. It's not all the same as their series, but they heavily inspire it, so please go and check out their Druella and Walburga series. Thank you :)


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I do not own any of the characters in this story so far. I only own the plot - the rest belongs to JK Rowling, despite how much that pains me to say.


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Please also note that the pictures shown on the current generation (not their parents) are what the characters will look like when they are around 17/18. They do not look like that at the start of the story. Fiances are also included in the family tree, so don't automatically assume two people are married (for example, Druella and Cygnus).

Please do not edit the tree as I have spent a lot of time on it. You are free to look at the different relationships and explore the links between the families to get a better feel of the characters, but that is all.

I hope you enjoy it.


Immense pain was what greeted Hermione when she finally awoke, along with what sounded like a pained shout echoing in the back of her mind. Slowly, she pushed herself up, only taking in her surroundings for a mere second before a wave of dizziness hit her. Falling back down onto a pillow that felt much too soft, it took her brain a few more seconds to catch up with what she had seen when she sat up, and the realisation that she hadn't recognised any of it instantly pushed her into action.

Sitting back up again, this time ignoring the dizziness as she looked around the room she was in. It was much too grand to be a room at the Burrow, and she had never seen anything like this at Grimmauld place. Despite Molly's obvious disapproval, Ginny and herself had taken it upon themselves to explore every room in that dreary house, and they had never stepped foot into a room like this. All the rooms at Grimmauld Place were dusty and showed their age, even after the cleaning purge that the Weasley Matriarch had forced them to do. This room, however, was the complete opposite. It had life, and that made Hermione suspicious.

If her suspicions were correct, then it meant they had lost the war, and she was currently in a house full of Death Eaters and most likely Voldemort himself. She immediately felt her heart rate, and her breathing started to quicken. Hermione knew she was about to have a full-blown panic attack, and that made her panic even more. She had begun to have regular panic attacks after Bellatrix had tortured her, but she always had someone with her to help calm her down. Now she didn't even know whether her friends were dead or alive.

Already knowing that she wouldn't have her wand, she didn't bother looking around for it as she slid to the edge of the bed. She needed to get out of here before the panic attack took over, and she wouldn't be able to run even if she tried. Throwing back the covers, she immediately jumped out of bed, her knees buckling when she hit the ground. Without even bothering to wonder why the bed seemed so much taller than what she was used to, she started running to what looked like the closest exit.

Throwing open the door, she let out a small shriek of anger at the sight of a bathroom. She was about to turn away when something caught her eye, regaining her attention. Ignoring the way her breathing was becoming almost manic, she turned back to the bathroom, her eyes locked on the large mirror. Taking several steps forward, it took Hermione more than a few seconds to take in what she was looking at before her face crumpled up, and she let out a terrified scream. What had they done to her?

Many different situations had been thrown at her throughout her life, but none had scared her more than this. Never in a million years had she expected to look into a mirror and once again stare into the eyes of her 12-year-old self. No wonder the bed had seemed taller; she was shorter than she was used to being. Tears now blinding her vision, she didn't even take note of the minor differences in her appearance as she turned away from the mirror, sprinting towards what she hoped was the right door this time.

Throwing it open, she let out a relieved sob at the blurred sight of an empty corridor, her hand gripping at the doorframe to stop herself from collapsing. Suddenly, Hermione heard what sounded like the echoes of several people running. Shaking, she realised that someone must have heard her scream and was now coming to check it out. Mortified by her stupid mistake, she immediately started running in the opposite direction from the echoing footsteps, not caring about the amount of noise she was making. They already knew she was awake.

The corridors were like a maze, and she had no clue where she was going, but as long as she wasn't caught, she didn't care. Turning corners at random, she finally came to a flight of stairs and immediately ran down them. She paused when she reached the bottom, catching her breath while also listening for any noises. Not allowing herself to stay still for longer than ten seconds, Hermione started to run again. She could've cried when she briefly looked out of a window and realised she was on the ground floor of the house. Continuing to look out of the passing windows, she didn't realise that someone else was in the corridor with her until she ran into them and fell to the floor.

Her breathing once again sped up as a loud ringing started in her ears, blocking out whatever the person was saying. Stunned, she was still for a moment before she felt a hand on her shoulder. Immediately, she let out a scream, a wave of satisfaction passing through her when the person retracted their arm, giving her a chance to get up and start running again. Hermione had only taken a few steps before she realised that several people were blocking the end of the corridor, causing her to skid to a stop for a moment, staring at them in shock before turning around, intent on going back the way she had come. She didn't even get the chance to run this time, immediately spotting the people who were blocking the other end of the corridor.

Flustered, Hermione was frozen for a second, unsure of what to do. Her whole body was trembling, as she finally realised she was caught and she was just about the give in when she spotted a door a few meters ahead of her. It couldn't have been anything more than a storage or broom cupboard, seeing as it was the only door in the corridor, but her fight or flight kicked in for what seemed like the millionth time that day, and she was running before she had even made a solid decision. The people blocking both ends of the corridor let out several shouts, none of which she could make sense of, and began running as well.

Reaching the door, she threw it open, shocked to see a small potions lab instead of the storage cupboard she had expected. Quickly pushing her shock aside, she ran inside and slammed the door shut, only realising that she had nothing to lock it with when she tried to reach for her wand and clasped air instead of the vine wood wand she was used to. Panicking, she scanned the room to find something - anything to hold the door closed. Coming up empty-handed, she instead threw herself against the door to keep it closed. Deep down, she knew it wouldn't work, especially considering what they had done to her, but she did it anyway.

A small yelp escaped her mouth when she felt the door opening, clearly the strength of whoever was on the other side outmatching her own by a landslide. Suddenly, she felt a rise of anger, the emotion quickly taking over her panic and fear as she finally began to add up what they had done to her and her friends. The door opened a little more, and she decided she had had enough.

"Leave me alone, you monsters!"

Her loud shout seemed to shock the person pushing the door, making them step away. All of the force Hermione was using to try and keep the door closed finally came into play as it finally slammed shut, making her stumble forwards at an alarming rate. She felt her head strike the wooden door, followed by a splitting pain that made her cry out before everything went black.