Hey guys~! Well, I'm going through the chapters so far and fixing them up. I've been meaning to do it but I've been a bit busy. So, here's the first chapter of the new and improved My Wicked Godmother. As I'm writing this, I still haven't edited the chapter. But I will let you know at the beginning of each chapter I edit that it has been edited! Thanks!

Prologue

Birth

Hermione Jean Granger was born on a rainy day in September. The nineteenth to be exact. It was a home birth, in the small town of Todmorden, West Yorkshire. It was a beautiful town, truly. But this pareticular night the lightening came alive and thunder boomed along with the cry of the newborn baby girl.

"Hermione..." Catrina Maeve cooed, holding her precious bundle to her chest. She smiled up at her husband, Bryson Maeve. He grinned back down at her, and brushed a lock of her brown hair out of her face. Anyone could see how in love they were.

"M-Madame. It seems Mrs. LeStrange has arrived." A raspy voice came from the shadows of their old fashioned house, their building somewhat resembled a mansion. Catrina perked up even more. Bryson rolled his eyes. "Send her in, Twitty." He said to his house elf. It's clothes were ragged and torn in some places, and his eyes were sad and tired. Twitty nodded and retreated out of the dark room.

Catrina and Bryson focused their attention back on their baby. Her intelligent honey eyes stared up at them, twinkling. Hermione wrapped a small finger around Bryson's and their world shifted instantly.

They'd do anything to protect their child. Anything. She was now permanently the center of their universe. She looked so fragile in her mother's pale arms and it only added to their intent.

The door creaked open and in stepped a grinning witch. Her black hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, that fell down her back and blended in perfectly with her black and green laced dress. Her beauty was astounding. Pale skin clashed against her gothic features perfectly, making her seem like the undead, but not a bit less attractive. Her dark intense eyes caught Catrina's.

Catrina had messy brown hair, that cascaded down her back and stopped a few inches before her butt. Her eyes were a light blue shade, as the ocean on a clear day.

Bryson was the opposite of the two women. One, because he was a man. Two, because his hair was a neat blond and his skin was tan. His eyes were the same as his daughter's, though, a beautiful liquid honey color.

"Bella, dearest!" Catrina called to her best friend. Said women raced to Catrina's bed side, and pressed herself beside her, peeking at the newborn.

"Bellatrix." Bryson regarded politely.

"Oh my, Cat. Your baby girl is a beauty. Will have all those pureblood males drooling after her." She put a thin finger to her dark lips, her face pondering. "Maybe if Cissy has a boy, we could set something up. Or should the Dark Lord decide I would be perfect to-"

Catrina laughed at her friends enthusiasm and Bryson gave a look of horror.

"She is pretty, isn't she?" Catrina sighed, staring at her baby, who was now drifting off to sleep.

"What did you name her?" Bellatrix asked, raising a perfectly thin brow.

"Hermione. You know, from that Muggle poet?" Bellatrix scoffed. "Lovely name. Don't care much for where you got it."

"Oh, come off it Bells. He was a fantastic writer despite his filthy blood." Bellatrix pouted, and ran her hand softly across the baby's pale cheek. "I suppose it shall suffice. I give my blessing."

Catrina smiled brightly. "The godmother always gives the best blessings." Bellatrix gasped and Bryson groaned.

"Oh, Cat, you didn't have to! I was totally joking around when I said that."

Catrina smirked. "I want to." Bellatrix grinned broadly.

"Alright, alright Bryson do the damn spell already. Before Belly here breaks her lips." Bryson sighed quietly and pulled out his wand.

Bellatrix took Hermione's small hand in her own.

"Do you, Bellatrix LeStrange swear to look after Hermione Jean Maeve as though she was your own daughter? Do you promise to guide her in life, and protect her above all else? And to only do whats best with her?" A golden light wrapped around Bellatrix's arm, squeezing her, daring her to say no.

"I do." She said, Catrina smiling at both her best friend-no, her sister- and her daughter.

"Do you, Catrina Anne Maeve, give blessings upon this bond?"

"Of course I do. Couldn't trust anyone else."

The golden light shone brightly and then vanished. It was done. Bellatrix took the baby into her arms and held her tightly.

"Hermione, you will be the most spoiled pure blood princess the world has ever seen."

Catrina laughed, though, her husband noted with a flash of sadness in them. A particularly loud thunder sounding startled them.

"Oh gosh. Time does fly when becoming a Godmother." Bellatrix said hastily standing and handing the now wide awake Hermione to Catrina. She kissed Catrina's cheeks and nodded at Bryson.

"Must be off. Lord Voldemort wishes to see me tonight...Can't keep him waiting now can we?" Catrina nodded sadly. "Oh, and I suspect he'll be over to check out this little one any day, too."

Catrina froze. "You can't be serious, Belly. She's only a baby, a newborn at that, what could he possibly...?"

Bellatrix's eyes grew darker, more evil. "Oh, Cat, haven't you forgot who she is? Your child will bring The Dark Lord to power, no doubt. So young she already has so much influence, with both of your families...and mine. Much will be expected of her."

She frowned. "Lucky girl." Bellatrix's eyes widened as she remembered something.

"Oh yes, before I forget again." She walked up to the bed and took out her wand. She pointed it at Hermione and murmured a few words.

"BELLA!" Catrina gasped as her daughter glowed pink. "What have you done?" Bellatrix waved her hand, as if to brush the subject away. "Oh, shush now. You'll thank me when she's older."

Bryson growled. "Get out of here, you crazy witch." Bellatrix cackled. Catrina was panicked suddenly as she watched Bella head for the door.

"Bella," she began and waited for said witch to turn. "... I love you like a sister. You know that, right? Nothing could ever change that."

Bellatrix grinned madly. "Of course, Cat. I love you too. See ya tomorrow then."

And with that, she left.

Catrina let a tear slide down her face. "I'm sorry, Belly."

The Daily Prophet!

BREAKING NEWS! Catrina Maeve, Bryson Maeve and newborn daughter die in horrible potions accident. Rumors have spread they were personally connected to the dark lord himself. Bodies were found on the morningof September twentieth, 1979. Further information has yet to be discussed. Funeral date is on the eve of Samhain, all friends and family invited.

"What makes this story tragic, is that few had gazed upon their new baby. I dont know what Bryson was thinking! Working on such a potion near his family in such fragile states. Lunatic, indeed!"

More Information promised as soon as it appears.