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


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A/N:

Geraint is her father and it is pronounced geh-rint. Alianne is her mother and it is pronounced how it is spelt.

All the names for the Rosier Family I am getting from a family tree I found on Google. If you find the same one, just look at the names, not the dates because I think the dates are a bit incorrect.

Also, I'm sorry if the whole Hermione Granger and Hermione Rosier thing gets a bit confusing. It is meant to be confusing as, although the two personalities did merge, the memories from the two lives are still separate so Hermione has two sets of memories that can be conflicting. (For example, she can look at the memories of Hermione Rosier and see herself looking down on and mistreating house-elves but she then takes a look at Hermione Granger's memories and see herself fighting for house-elf rights and trying to treat them as her equal. Because the two personalities merged, the Rosier side of her now doesn't mistreat the elves but the Granger side of her no longer sees house-elves as equal to herself.)

Please say that makes sense! If not, then don't hesitate to private message me with your questions


It had been just over a month since Hermione had arrived in what she now knew was 1937 and, although she had all of the memories of Hermione Rosier's life, the Hermione Granger side of her was still settling in. After the few days of rest that the Healer had recommended, she had felt like her normal self and, once she had been given a quick check-up, was soon allowed out of bed to go and do whatever it was that Pureblood children do.

No one could have been more excited than her sister was. The girl was practically on a high for a week after Hermione was finally allowed out of bed. After a few days of being around each other, Hermione had come to realise that Druella Rosier was a bit of a mystery. She could be happily chatting about going back to Hogwarts or complaining about the summer homework one second and then be verbally assaulting a House Elf the next. Fortunately, she was not the type of pureblood who struck their elves, but Hermione couldn't help but apologise to the poor creatures after her sister had stormed off.

She had never felt so out of place in a setting that she fit so perfectly in. She looked and, mostly, acted the part, but there were some circumstances that she could simply not force herself to take part in - such as talking badly about muggleborns - and it was obvious that her family noticed the change. They had even called the family healer in for a private meeting to discuss it, she had been walking to the library when she overheard them.

"-not the same. This morning at the breakfast table, she simply stopped talking when Geraint brought up how mudbloods should be wiped from our society. 2 weeks ago, and she would have at the very least agreed, but instead, she sat there pulling her toast to inedible pieces,"

"I may be incorrect but, perhaps a few memories didn't come back when the rest did? No matter how insignificant the memory could be, it could be the reason for a person's whole personality so if she lost a few memories along the way, then it stands a chance that she probably will be a different person from who remember. Currently, there is nothing we can do except hope that memories come back but she may not even be missing any. Hitting your head that hard once could potentially change you as a person, let alone twice,"

"So what your saying is there is nothing to do except wait it out, and even then we may never get the old Hermione back?"

"Yes. I'm so sorry, but there is nothing I can do. Maybe in the future when new spells and potions are created, but for now she'll have to stay as she is,"

"Right, we understand. Thank you,"

Hermione knew that none of her memories was missing. The opposite, actually. She had too many memories - a whole 18 years worth of extra memories. Or were the 12 years of Hermione Rosier the extra memories? Merlin, she didn't know. The fact she was two different people in one body sometimes confused her, but she supposed that seeing as it was Hermione Rosier's body, Hermione Granger's life was the extra memories.

"Hermione, come on. Mother's taking us to Diagon Alley to get your supplies, and she said I could come this time!"

"You just want to come for the ice cream, Evan."

"Well, obviously!"

Laughing at her younger brother, she allowed him to drag her to the front door where her mother stood waiting with Druella. The matriarch tutted at the sight of Hermione's unruly hair and, without asking, cast a spell to turn the frizzy curls into smooth ringlets that matched her sister. If only Hermione Granger had known that spell when she had first started Hogwarts.


Hermione had just turned the corner to walk into the Transfiguration aisle in Florish and Blotts - one of the only stores that Granger had recognised while walking around the alley - when someone suddenly threw themselves at her. Arms wrapping around the person instinctively, she could only wonder who the person hugging her was. Luckily, her question was answered much sooner than she thought it would be.

"Walburga! What on earth do you think you are doing running off like that? You are the daughter of the Noble House of Black- oh! Hermione, what a surprise to see you up and about after your accident. Some of us thought we'd never see you again,"

Immediately, Hermione Rosier took over. She had been raised to deal with situations like this. Untangling herself from who she know knew was Walburga - both sides of her having very different reactions to hearing that name.

"Mrs Black! How lovely to see you. Yes, my accident was unfortunate, but I couldn't be better. I hope you have been well?"

They both smiled at each other as the older woman confirmed her wellbeing. Despite the cold stiffness of the Black Matriarch, Hermione knew that the woman liked her. She wouldn't let her daughter go anywhere near her if she disliked her. Walburga had told her many times that her mother believed Hermione to be a good influence - a belief that was only confirmed by Hermione's high scores at the end of their first year. The highest in their year if her parent's constant bragging and praise was anything to go by.

"Hermione? Ah, there you are. I should've known you would've snuck off somewhere. Irma, dear, what a delight!"

Now that her mother's attention was finally taken off of the two of them, Walburga immediately launched into a high-speed interrogation, questions being fired left right and centre. Hermione could barely make out some of the words, despite having dealt with Walburga's wild babbling for most of her life.

"Walburga, calm down. I'm fine. Yes, I did fall down the stairs. No, I haven't been stuck in a wheelchair for the past month- wait. Who told you I was in a wheelchair?"

"Poppy Parkinson told me. She's been telling everyone all sorts of lie about your accident. I've managed to shut most of them down but I didn't know whether the wheelchair was real or not. It seemed plausible at the time- hey, don't look at me like that! You're the one who fell down a flight of stairs, you twit!"

It was silent for a moment, Walburga clearly shocked at what had just come out of her mouth, before both Druella and Hermione burst into laughter. Of all the insults Walburga could've gone with, she had decided to go with Twit. They hadn't called each other that in years. Eventually, their laughter caught the attention of their mothers and soon Walburga was being marched out of the store while Druella and Hermione were instructed to go and find their brother and not come back until they had done.

"I can't believe we have to do this. Like it's our fault the greaseball decided to wander off- hey! Isn't that Riddle? I could've sworn that was him-"

Hermione's mind halted. Of course, with all of this drama going on, she had forgotten the one person she should have thought of when she first found out what year she had travelled to.

Tom Riddle.