Elizabeth Lost
by Mortania Faythe Hottersander
A/N: Well, thanks to all reviewers and I hope that I keep this going to your expectations. It's not that easy to write a story when you have a 2 month old baby who won't stay asleep and take his naps...cause he'd rather smile at you..: But I love him...I digress.
June 9th-Revamped with appropriate time scale...
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except Olivia and the plot. JK Rowling is the evil genius who made this world up. She gets millions of kudos.
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Chapter 2:
Hermione's rebellion.
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Hermione left the Headmistress' office with two keys and a pensive she had shrunk and put in her pocket. A little apprehensive of what was going to happen now. Lunch was nearing but she found that her hunger was still minimal. With not a huge appetite she decided that she would go find somewhere to sit and read some of her mother's journal. She found the perfect place after passing the Transfiguration room and the east corridor. There was a beautiful courtyard with a statue fountain and some roses. The smell was something that had always soothed Hermione when she wasn't with Harry or Ron. So, finding the perfect place to sit in the shade, she sat down and took the journal out of her bag.
Flipping through the pages, she took in the smell. Parchment and ink was her favourite scent in the world. Perhaps that's why she was always in the library. The smell of books and all the knowledge that was passed in them was something that captivated her, ever since she was old enough to go to the London Library and check out books she had been an avid reader.
This Journal belongs to the likings of:
Olivia Hermione Gray, Year 7, Ravenclaw
Entry 001
Journal.
Hullo. I just began my final year here at Hogwarts but a week ago. My sister bought me this journal before I left as a gift-Karen is the most wonderful sister, I believe. She's not a witch like me, but rather, she's a really accepting muggle and highly supportive of me. I'm a Ravenclaw...smart, thirst for knowledge, a step above a Slytherin...extremely cunning.
Oh! Lily and I have stopped talking. It happened three years ago. She and James began dating and quite frankly, I'm not too thrilled. He's been nothing but a jerk to everyone and she still likes him. I just don't understand. So, instead of gossiping like we use to do in our spare time, I've been spending all mine in the library, infirmary, and talking to Professor McGonagall. That's just since three years ago-needless to say, I've learned quite a bit. There's just so much going on that I don't know how to handle.
This is my last year here at Hogwarts-and I anticipate my life after. There's no university so I can't further my studies in Magic so I'll probably have to go to an actual school to become a Doctor. Yet, I can do internships and earn my Healer's degree. My internship here at Hogwarts has paid me a fair amount however, and I will find myself comfortable in whatever I decide to do. (sigh) Maybe I'll take a year off before beginning work. I'd really like to do something against the likes of you-know-who. I can't deny it though, Dark Arts interests me so very much.
Remus broke it off with me earlier this summer. He said that he had issues. Hell, I know he has issues. I've been supportive though and he's been graduated for a few years, and he could have moved past his crush on me but why he chose to date me I'll never quite figure out. I just can't get over the fact that he decides it's okay to dump me and stop speaking to me right before my final year. He's written me twice, already. But I'm hurt that he did it so I don't think I'll be writing back soon. I really wish there was a way for me to help him in his lycanthropy. Perhaps I could research herbs & runes and spells that could be combined for a potion to help with the side-effects and halt transformation...I'll go to the library and research it and give the list to Professor Slughorn. I'm just tired of having to know that he endures such a torment. Well, it's late-and tomorrow is the weekend. So, I'll probably go research the things tomorrow.
Love, Livy
Hermione closed the journal and looked at the clouds. Her mother dated Professor Lupin after he had already graduated? What else did she not know? "Mum, I wish you were here to answer my questions." Hermione reached over and took a red rose off of the bush. "What am I going to do-my biological father is a killer-or so that's what everyone thinks-I just wish there were a way to find out the truth about him. Why did he do it? Did he have an unbreakable vow with Dumbledore? There are so many questions, and yet, no answers." She sighed and then let out a little laugh, "I'm going nuts, talking to myself."
"We all knew you'd crack sooner or later, Granger." A female's voice came from behind her. She rolled her eyes. "I mean, who wouldn't crack when they're a bookworm?"
"Bugger off, Pansy. Don't you have better things to do? Like run away and join your lover wherever the hell he is?" Pansy narrowed her eyes and stared at Hermione with complete distaste.
"You'll regret that, Granger." She replied.
"I'm sure I will, Pansy. Why don't you just leave me alone before I hex you?"
"You don't have the guts, mudblood."
Hermione turned around with her wand in hand and lifted it "Balbus" and when Pansy opened her mouth to speak again, she was merely babbling incoherently. "Pansy, I just put the babbling curse on you. Now, try to go tell someone who it was and I'll find something worse."
With that, Pansy let out a squeal and ran away. Hermione took a deep breath and smiled to herself. She had finally done what she had always wanted to do all her years at Hogwarts.
"Well done, Miss Granger. But don't you think Miss Parkinson will find someone to tell? If not a professor then one of her Death Eater friends?" The voice was one that Hermione thought she would never hear on Hogwarts grounds ever again. "But seeing as how I'm not a Professor I suppose I can forget that I saw that and simply brush it off. Yet, you might want to watch your back, Granger." Hermione looked up to the statue, her mouth open.
"My back is none of your concern, sir. I'm not scared of her or any of her friends." She said very defiantly she began to turn around when the person behind her spoke quietly.
"Don't turn around, Granger...or I shall tell someone that you hexed her."
"Yes sir. Tell me, why should I trust you if indeed you did murder the Headmaster?" Hermione asked with a purpose in mind. "Try to sway me to believe you."
"Well, it looks as though you don't have to be swayed...you used the if word, Granger. It appears to me that you believe me to be innocent."
"I want you to make me believe it, not just have a conspiracy theory about it."
"He doesn't have to, Hermione." Professor McGonagall was standing facing Hermione and looking at the person behind her. "He's got our trust, we found the truth in Albus Dumbledore's pensive, rest his soul-but you need not concern yourself with that, he's just coming to check in with us and tell us what he's found out. Isn't that right, Severus?"
"Indeed, Minerva."
Hermione looked at the ground and then to the journal in her hand. "Professor McGonagall, I'm ready to tell you the answer to the question you asked me earlier." McGongall tilted her head and looked at the girl curiously.
"Granger, couldn't you take the time to chat with the Headmistress at a later time, when I am without limited time?"
"I would sir, but you see this concerns someone you once knew." Hermione answered with a bit of a smart elec tone. McGongall narrowed her eyes. Hermione handed the journal to Minerva McGongall and turned it to the last page. When Minerva's eyes scanned over the last line she dropped the journal and brought her hands to her mouth.
Severus Snape stood with his arms crossed tapping his foot on the ground when Hermione turned around after picking up the journal. She then walked over to him and reached in her robes, pulling out the portrait of her mother.
"I believe you knew her?" She asked quietly, he had a calculating look on his face.
"Where did you get this Granger?" His tone was harsh and had a bit of curiousity and pure regret dripping from it.
"Severus," Minerva's shaky voice spoke at last, "meet your daughter."
Severus Snape blinked and narrowed his eyes and he shook his head, "It's not possible."
"It's all right here, sir." Hermione said holding up the journal. "The diary of my real mother."
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Sorry it's so short, but I'm working on the next part.
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balbus is latin for stammering, stuttering, & fumbling.
