Hermione Granger was 11 years old when her life decided to change. It wasn't anything small or inconsequential, no it was a typhoon. Wave after wave of change crashed into her world destroying and changing, giving and taking. It was intense and at first it had brought joy. Just as it had brought it, it had crashed right through her world again leaving destruction in its wake ripping away whatever joy was left.

She was 11 when she discovered she was special more so than she'd ever been. She was given the key to an entirely new world where magic was real and the things the other children read about weren't simple fantasies, they were real.

The thought of exploring a new world of there being an entire universe of knowledge that didn't exist in her only known world brought forth a feeling of such intensity bubbling up into her chest, a tingling sensation like lightning coursing through every inch of her body.

She had never been more excited not when she'd discovered physics or when her parents had bought her all those books she'd been craving for more than half the year for her birthday, no this was a whole new level.

She was sure she was the happiest child in at least that portion of her neighborhood if not the city. She'd dragged her laughing parents to where the magical woman who'd welcomed her to wizarding world had mentioned, cutting corners and going as fast as society allowed.

She decided that nothing could ruin her day, nothing. It had been brilliant from the moment she woke up and she was so sure it would last till the moment her head touched her pillow.

So it came as rather a shock when all of a sudden there were gun shots and her parents bodies crumpled to the ground in front of her.

"Look kid I just wanted the money no hard feelings now hand over that bag your mother's got there and I won't kill you." The masked man towered in front of her, kicking her father's head to the side, pointing his gun at her mother's purse that had tumbled to her feet specks of blood danced around the clutch.

Her dad's lifeless eyes unseeing and glassed over, his face crushing what was left of his glasses as a puddle of blood pooled around him.

She looked down at the ground, shock giving way to fear, as panic took the place of the bubbling warmth in her heart.

There was something else though, a spark of anger ripped through the fear growing white hot until her eyes flashed red and she screamed.

Her cry the pained howl of one who has lost all that is close to their heart and with that scream came a wave of powerful magic violent and demanding restitution. It hurtled towards him, unseen by his muggle eyes as he searched Thomas Granger's corpse.

His eyes widened in shock as it tore through his side like a million white hot blades tearing and ripping through his flesh until there was nothing left.

Hermione was 11 years old when she lost her parents and killed her first of what would be a long list of people.

Taking a deep breath she wiped at the blood on her face smudging it before looking down at her trembling hands.

Her parents were dead and she'd just killed someone.

She'd killed someone. How was she supposed to explain that? Was she going to go to jail? Would she end up in wizard prison? Surely they'd understand it was in self defense! But what about the non magical folk how would she explain that she made a man get diced into a bloody mess on the floor?

She looked up at the sky, unaffected by storm of change raging. it was nothing like the books she'd read where the sky would change to express the main character's turmoil, but she guess this wasn't a book it was real life.

Focus Hermione, focus.

Inhale. Exhale.

She had to calm down, she wouldn't be of any use to the police or anyone for that matter if she was a panicking mess.

She would have to lie to the police and say the man ran away their was no other option. Taking another deep breath she collects herself as much as she can taking most of the feelings raging inside of her and the brunt of the trauma and locking it up in the back of her mind. She would deal with that at a later time.

Bending down she picked up her mother's purse ignoring the blood that dropped from it, she opened it and searched through it for her phone.

Finding it she dialed the police, doing her best to explain the situation and location.

The woman on the phone asked her to stay on the line with her until help arrived once the police arrived she gave them as much information as possible about what she remembered and the man who had done it.

Her body was still trembling as the police kneeled down in front of her hand on her shoulder. "You did good kid. Do you have a relative or a family friend who can take care of you?" His words gentle yet questioning, sympathy radiating from his eyes. This man had lost someone close to him too. The pain still lingered there.

"My aunt Jane is the only one that would be able to though in not sure if she's in country right now." Jane was her dad's sister, her job was really hush hush but she'd managed to find out she was a part of MI6. She dealt with international threats.

The ride to the station was short, once there they'd asked her again what happened while they tried to contact her aunt.

DBH

Jane was in the middle of a mission when she received a call from the station, curious she'd snuck off after taking care of her target.

"A drug cartel had decided it would be a good idea to start a revolt, filling a warehouse of explosives which would be planted throughout England.

"They'd managed to gather all the information to stop him taking care of his henchmen rather quickly leaving only him behind and alone in the warehouse, his eyes crazed and his words foolish, spittle flying in all directions as he screamed at her to stay away from him, rifle in his hands.

She stopped, the pistol in her hand raising before he could lift his weapon rising to fire two shots at this chest. She stalked over to his quivering body, his breathing labored and his eyes glazing over panic shifting them in every direction before they settled unsteadily on her.

He opened his mouth to scream again, anything to stop her, as his mouth formed the beginning of his speech a bullet pierce right between his eyes, snuffing out his life and halting all motion in his body as he stared unseeing at the warehouse ceiling.

"Jane Granger," she spoke into her bluetooth, exiting the hidden warehouse. There wasn't anyone nearby for several miles. She climbed into her car, strapping on her seatbelt before speeding off. The warehouse detonating behind her as she wondered the reason for the call.

"Ms. Granger this is Herman Talstone I work down at the station. I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news.." He paused, it was never easy being the one to inform people their loved ones were gone, but he powered through, there was a little girl in the other room who needed someone to be there for her and he hoped more than anything this woman would be the one to do it. There was no one else. "Your brother and his wife were murdered this afternoon in a mugging leaving behind your niece. We'd like for you to come by, Hermione will be needing someone to take care of her now that this tragedy has befallen them." His voice solemn.

Jane's breath caught in her throat. Thomas, her little brother was dead? Her Thomas? Oh god. Not to mention Helena her sister in all but blood was gone too? No. It couldn't be.

She pulled the car over. Body shaking ever so slightly.

"Ms. Granger?" His voice a faint echo in the back of her mind.

Then there was Hermione. She'd probably watched them be murdered in front of her.

"Officer Talstone I should be there within the hour, please look after Hermione until then." Hanging up the call and throwing her bluetooth onto the passenger seat she sped off toward the station.