I have adopted this story from BlackSilkenKitty! She wrote this chapter NOT me!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling. I've adopted this story from BlackSilkenKitty! It's hers! I'll try and follow her plot! This story follows years 1-5. I might borrow details from other fan fiction, but nothing major; don't get mad. I DO NOT own Harry Potter. I hope this is what I need to say to keep out of trouble. :)
Warnings: This is SLASH! Don't like don't read! It has Self-harm (cutting) manipulation, child abuse. It's not a happy story! Very sad!
Pairings: HD/DM or HP/LY (TR), HG/PP, BZ/GW (Ginny)
Summary: Dumbledore has played with Harry's life since Harry was born. Now that Dumbledores Mistakes and Action are coming to haunt Harry what is he to do?
Sickness From Within Chapter 2 (BlackSilkenKittys' Chap)
"Madeleine, where do you think you're going?" Hermione sighed as she sat in her room, signing a letter for her cousin, even though she knew she wouldn't be receiving an answer, even now, after 45 letters from her and her family.
"I'm going to get our nephew!" Hermiones mother, Madeleine, yelled to her husband.
"And what about what Dumbledore said?" Edward screamed in return. Hermione could picture her fathers face, as he screamed, his cheeks red from lack of oxygen.
Oh, this had happened so many times. Her parents arguing about her cousin. And Edward would always take Dumbledore into the fight. She still wasn't sure on which side he was on, Dumbledore's or her cousins. Frankly, she didn't really want to know either way.
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Screaming in frustration, Madeleine grabbed her bag and the car keys from the dining table.
Hermione heard something grumble and the sharp sound of a harsh slap.
Silence.
"I can't believe you said that… He's you nephew, god damnit!" The last bit was screamed, and Madeleine stood slightly shaky on her feet. Edward had a red hand mark on his right cheek.
Silence again.
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"I don't care! He isn't worth us fighting, really he isn't… forget him!" Edward said emotionlessly.
Sighing, Hermione tuned out the fight taking place downstairs, opting to stare at the now closed off letter on her mahogany desk. She traced the address on the back side, written in loopy writing. Her cousins address.
Only yesterday had she written one, oh so similar to this letter, and the day before that, and the day before… She hadn't received an answer.
Sighing again, she scratched her bloodshot eyes.
How long ago had Lucius Malfoy, with five other Death Eaters in tow, appeared on the Granger family doorstep?
One week, one month?
And the things they had said, no explained.
It had been, of course it had been, a shock when Madeleine had opened the door, just to receive a silencio and an easy Petrificus Totalis. After some convincing and, for lack of better word, threatening, the whole Granger family was reunited in the cozy living room.
And then Lucius started explaining.
The Granger family wasn't Muggles and Hermione wasn't Muggle born. The Family was actually Pureblooded, and was one of the oldest Pureblooded families, after the Potters and Malfoy's of course, and that yes, of course they could do magic. Yeah, of course… and then Lucius made a complicated wrist movement, accompanied by the word inbalo and the room was filled with magic. The whole family felt their magic swirling within their bodys. When Madeleine suddenly grabbed Hermione's wand and made her glasses float over to her, the family was convinced, even though Hermione was wary.
It was sad to know that the rest of the family, apart from Hermione's little sister and older brother, wasn't from magical background, but it was even worse to know that they hadn't gotten any family left, only one nephew… who was being mistreated. To say it was a… well, not such a bad surprise to know exactly who it was, would be an understatement.
Hermione smirked darkly… oh it had been so nice to know that they had been on Tom Riddle side in the first war. At first, the family reacted badly, screaming and yelling, but after some time, when the Death Eaters left, they started thinking about who had put memory charms and played so well with their lives. The first thought was Voldemort. But that didn't make sense… Voldemort was for Pureblooded wizards and witches, not against them, and the family was sure that they hadn't done anything to anger him.
So who had been so powerful to change all of their memories and manipulate their lives so well?
After that thought, the answer came quickly and with the answer came doubts and loss of trust…
The answer was Dumbledore.
Since then they hated the headmaster of Hogwarts… Well, not all family members. Edward just didn't trust him.
Well, and not all information's where bad shocks either. To suddenly know they where quite healthy was a extremely nice surprise, but apparently what they had discovered wasn't all, but the Dark Lord was expecting Lucius and the other five Death Eaters… he had to go, he left.
The slamming of the front door and the sound of a car driving away, pulled Hermione out of her thoughts.
Rolling her eyes she thought that that had probably been her father who had probably managed to get the keys to the car from her mother.
The sobbing she heard from the kitchen confirmed that thought.
"Clera" she whispered to her new owl she had received that summer. An elegant grey owl came whooshing down to land on her desk.
Hermione tied the short letter to the owl's leg.
As Clera flew off Hermione heard a crash from the kitchen downstairs and she sighed as she watched Clera fly away. She watched as her owl brought her letter to her cousin, one Harry Potter.
Some miles away from the Grangers house Hermione's owl was intercepted.
And some more miles away Harry was sobbing in pain.
Author's Note: I adopted this story, and won't be changing the chapters that BlackSilkenKitty wrote! I only hope that I can do this story justice. If she ever decides to continue she just has to tell me so, and I'll give it back to her! Hope you all like the story!