When Hermione woke up, she was invisible. So was her trunk, as she learned when she banged her leg on it. Her mother was dead. Her father was out drinking, probably.
She was going to the Leaky Cauldron now. The only question was how? Her wand couldn't do anything. With a start, she looked in the mirror and noticed the invisibility was wearing off. She was transparent, but still there. How had she done that? Some sort of tugging, within herself? Ah, there it was! A little walled off section in her mind. Probably raw magic usually used by her wand that she had reached for when she had been frightened, and horrified. Now, to get to it.
That wasn't as easy as it seemed. She tried for a good half-hour before getting into it. However, she could probably find something on the subject. If she got to Diagon Alley, she had a week. If, however, was the key word. After another fifteen minutes, she summoned up all her fear, and anger at being afraid. That did it. She was standing right outside Diagon Alley. Her trunk had been minimized and featherweighted.
She was as ready as she would ever be. She had everything she needed. She walked into the Leaky Cauldron.
"'Ello, 'Ermione," said Tom.
"Hi, Tom. I need a room for the rest of the week, until Hogwarts starts up."
"Right this way, 'Mione."
Tom led her to a room, 114. She accepted the key and brought everything into the room. There was a small piece of paper in the room, entitled "Room Rules." She settled down to read it, deciding to unpack later.
You may use magic to modify the room and add more rooms without encroaching on your neighbor's territory.
You must use silencing charms when doing anything loud.
You rent the room by week, if you are late in paying dues, your room may be given to another.
Enjoy yourself!
Hermione carefully set up her bedroom in deep purple and black. Then she placed some short sleeved and tank tops into one of the drawers. Next went some shorts. She really wouldn't need anything else, so why unpack any other clothes?
Then she returned to the living room and added a sound-proof room with a door to her set of rooms. She went in there and added her keyboard, which she had painted light grey with darker grey spatter-spots on it and hot pink music notes and snippets of sheet music (the black bars with notes, I forget what they are called). Her keyboard was a present from her mother and her mom had also given her the paint so she could decorate it. Then she added a microphone, and cables and an amplifier. Perfect.
Hermione decided she shouldn't unpack her skateboard because it would be too much of a pain to set up a room for it. She changed into a pair of short black corset shorts with red lacing and a white tank top with wide straps. Then she remembered the papers she had put into her trunk after her mother zapped them to her.
Hermione's PoV
Let's have a look at what these papers say.
Birth Certificate:
Name: Hermione Athena Darkshade
Date of Birth: September 19, 1970
Dear Hermione, (This is from mum! Hermione realized.)
I am sorry I didn't tell you you were adopted. I am a squib and the Blackshades ordered me to take you. You were in great danger from Voldemort. I hope you can forgive me. You are a pureblood, in case you were wondering. I will always love you, and I hope you will always think of me as your mum along with your biological mother.
Love,
Caroline Granger
Dear Hermione,
I am sorry I had to give you up. Your father was killed by Voldemort and I feared for both of our lives. So I sent you to Caroline. Please forgive me. By now, I will be dead. You are the last of the Blackshades. You and your brother, anyway. Henry Blackshade is his name. He will be married by now. I know he has an heir, so do not worry, Blackshades always have at least one male heir. He is currently in America. However, I don't think you should see him. Best to keep to yourself and trust no one, because they could easily put an impostor in his place and capture you. I will always love you, my dear.
Love,
Marlene April Blackshade, your mother
I sat, stunned. I am a Blackshade. I am a pureblood.
"Hermione. Blackshade. Hermione Blackshade. Me."
So, how is this? Send me a review. And please, if you have any idea of how Hermione and Draco should fall in love, tell me. And just to let you know, I want this to be relatively short (under 15 chapters) so I can't have it to long. Thank you, reviewers, for getting me to make like, three small revisions and post this. Honestly, I'm so lazy. I will get the next chapter up before December 15th, though. Promise.