Disclaimer: I do not own any of JK Rowlings characters (I wish I did…sniffle).
A/N: This is my first attempt at fan fiction. Constructive criticism is always welcome, and compliments are more then welcome (winks). Please Review.
Summary: Hermione's parents are taken from her in a sudden whirlwind of violence. Hermione questions her ancestry, and the truth shocks her and her friends.
Pairings: HG/SS so far.
The Bourge's were on their way home from the grocery store. Chantelle rubbed her protruding belly affectionately. " I can hardly believe we're actually going to be parents in one month. It only seems like yesterday we were graduating from Hogwarts, and just starting our lives together," she said to her husband.
Tyler spared a quick glance at his wife before returning his attention to the road. Tyler loves her chestnut brown eyes, and she adores his unruly mane of brown hair. " I know what you mean, I remember our carefree school days full of pranks and snogging in the broom shed. And our first Christmas as adults at you parents manor." Tyler said, sparing another glance at his wife. He saw the tears at the mention of her parents. He hastily changed the subject, " have you written to your sister lately?"
" Yes, I told her about the baby, and that we're naming him or her, Hermione for a girl, and Darren for a boy. I explained why we had to leave so suddenly. I told her about Mom and Dad." Chantelle said.
Tyler heard her sniffle at the last part. Chantelle's parents were murdered by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and then he turned his snake-like face on Chantelle and Tyler. Tyler could remember his words as clear as if they were uttered a minute ago. "Mwahahahaha, you will join me in my cause, you will be faithful death eaters if you value your lives and the life of your unborn child." The words echoed in his head. He apparated away after telling them he would be back the next day to welcome them into the fold. Somehow they managed to get over the shock and they fled, knowing that was their only chance for the survival of their child, they would never join the death eaters. They took a boat to Canada, and have lived among muggles since then. It had been almost two months since their arrival.
" Did you tell them they are the baby's God-parents?" Tyler asked.
" Yes, I also told her to raise our child as her own, and only tell our child about us when he/she is eighteen years old." Chantelle responded.
Silence ensued as they both became lost in their own thoughts. Tyler turned left and their vehicle was T-boned by a semi-truck. The impact threw their car 20 feet in the air, landing sideways on the driver's side. Chantelle was knocked-out, and was dangling from her seat belt.
" Nurse, put the patient on 30 cc's of Demerol, then wheel her into the emergency surgery ward. We may be losing her, but I'll be damned if we lose that baby." Chantelle heard from somewhere close to her.
She was in such pain, her vision was cloudy, and she had no idea where she was. All she could tell from her surroundings was a dark form bustling hurriedly around her. It was probably the nurse. Chantelle started to panic, as the full implications of what it means when there is a nurse around, sunk in.
" Doctor," the nurse yelled, as the doctor arrived the nurse continue, " her heart rate is increasing at an alarming speed, I think she's coming to, and panicking. I need you're your help to subdue her."
Chantelle felt a hand clasp her own and immediately started to calm down. As her heart rate slowed again, her vision began to clear. She was definitely in a hospital; the blinding whiteness of it all was proof enough. The nurse was checking the bag of Demerol, she is tall and blonde, and has a friendly smile. The doctor is shorter, but still tall, with short brown hair.
" Where is my husband?" Chantelle asked, her voice raspy.
The nurse and doctor exchanged sad looks and the nurse turned to Chantelle, " I'm sorry, your husband passed away at the scene of the crash." The nurse said with sympathy clearly written in her eyes.
Tears were running down Chantelle's face, she only had the energy for a few tears.
" You are suffering from internal hemorrhaging and most likely won't survive the night. We are going to do everything within our power to save your baby." The doctor began, seeing the look of relief cross her features. " The EMT's couldn't find any identification on you or your husband. The nurse needs to ask you a few questions and she will answer your questions to the best of her abilities."
The nurse sat in a chair beside the bed with a clipboard in hand. " Ok, What is your name?" the nurse asked.
" Chantelle Amelia Bourge"
"And your age?"
"25"
"What is your husband's name?"
"Tyler David Bourge"
"And his age?"
"25"
" Your baby is a girl, and we will be removing her by cesarean section shortly. What is her name?"
"Hermione Elyse Bourge"
"Any family that can take care of her?"
"My sister, Kimberly Ann Granger, and her husband, David Thurman Granger. They are her God-Parents."
"And where do they live?"
" London, England"
"All right, that's all for my questions, Do you have any questions?"
"Please save my baby girl!" Chantelle said before she passed out from exhaustion.
Chantelle awoke in a sweat. She was trembling all over, the haunting dream still vivid in her mind. She had to reassure herself that he wasn't here with her. The dream was so vivid, from the snake-like appearance to the deadly countenance. Voldemort sent her a message in her dreams. She knew she should have taken Occlumency lessons seriously.
"You can't hide from me Chantelle, I will find you. And when I do you'll be sorry you ever disobeyed me. I have plans for your child, the two pureblood lines flowing in her veins is as untainted as the Malfoys. She will be a perfect heir for me. Mwahahahaha." His voice echoed in her mind again and again.
" Kim, my sister, protect her with your life." Chantelle whispered to the silent room. She fell into a fitful slumber.
Chantelle awoke an hour later when she was being wheeled to the surgery room. The nurses moved her onto the operating table and they put up a temporary barrier so she couldn't see her stomach. The nurse had told her the procedure last night, but was still slightly shocked when the needle was put in her back. The operation took longer than normal, but that was expected because any mistakes could be fatal to Chantelle right now.
The nurse eventually removed the barrier, "Chantelle your baby girl has been born, and it is alright for you to sleep for an hour, I will wake you up. Chantelle almost instantly drifted off to sleep.
Chantelle awoke again in her room that had become so familiar to her. The nurse had just walked in.
" O good you're awake. Would you like to see your baby?" the nurse asked.
" Yes please." Chantelle replied.
The nurse left and returned with baby Hermione, and carefully placed her in Chantelle's arms. Chantelle was overjoyed looking into her daughter's eyes. " She has my eyes and her father's hair," She said with tears of joy in her eyes. Chantelle ran her fingers through Hermione's small tuft of curly hair. And kissed her on the head. " Take care of yourself my beautiful girl, and remember Mommy will always love you." She said, as she laid her head against the pillow and fell into a deep sleep, never to awake again. She passed away in the night.