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Hermione looked at her grandparents' house in a mixture in awe and fright; the house had to be one of the most creepiest house that she has ever seen and yet; it had a certain beauty to it. The house was painted blue and white, it was elegant but, there were gargoyles that seemed to stare at her where ever she goes and the house was crooked which made her fear that the house might fall down. She could definitely see the reason of her mother leaving this house.
She took out the key that Mrs. Johnson had given her to open the door; shuddering at how the gargoyles were staring at her. It gave her the feeling that the house had secrets that no one should ever known. She trembled as she opened the door and wondered if everyone could see her now, a Gryffindor scared of opening the door.
She was surprised to see that the house was clean and tidy like they had been expecting her. She decided to look around the house to see how big it was; she had never been in the house or Mystic Falls since her maternal grandparents prefers to visit them in England.
In almost all the hallways there were paintings of her ancestors, each more sterner and scarier than the next. There were also a sculpture of her great-great grandparents in one of the rooms; she silently wondered how did her mother was able to sleep with having those paintings staring at you. She silently took out her hand bag and started to read one of her mother's entries.
Her eyebrows furrowed when she saw that her mother was talking about two brother's; the names were hard to pick up but it must have said Stephen Salvatore and Damon Salvatore. She bit her lips as she learn about her mother's discovery about the two of them and the hatred between the two brothers. It made her sad to know that Damon liked to make his brother's life like hell.
Yet, her mother wasn't explaining the reason in the book about the two of them fighting. She slapped her forehead when she realized that she didn't call her grandmother and knew that she was going to get screamed at later. While it doesn't seem like it but her grandmother was one scary woman and can make look like a small kitten compared to her grandmother.
She picked up her phone; calculating what time it might be back in England before deciding to call her grandmother. It was a long time before her grandmother pick up the phone and a good thing too because it gave her enough time for her to give her an excuse for not calling.
"I was wondering when you were going to call," said Catherine in amusement. Hermione didn't know why but hearing her grandmother voice made her feel a better. The painting of her mom's parents made her shudder; it looked so much like her grandparents, it was damn scary.
"Sorry about that Grandma," apologized Hermione. She thought that she could someone chanting in the background but, she shook her head at that thought. Her sweet caring Grandmother doing something strange that wasn't like her, it was more like her to make sweets and listen to some old song from the 1950s.
"At least you called that what matters," said Catherine happily.
"So how is everyone?" asked Hermione. Her grandmother sighed and told her that everyone was worrying about her which made her shocked, happy and guilt. Shocked to know that her family members are worried about her, happy to know that they care for her and guilt for not saying goodbye to them.
"Do your friends know that you're in America?" asked Catherine. Hermione bit her lips; she didn't exactly told them that she was leaving England if anything she just told them that she was going to have a little vacation something; her friends understand.
"Not exactly," whispered Hermione. If she knew her grandmother like she hopefully does then she can safely guess that her grandmother was shaking her head at her for not telling her friends the truth. Telling her friends about going to America will only make leaving harder for her, they will try to make her guilty.
"What did you tell them?" asked Catherine.
"I told them that I was going to have a little vacation," admitted Hermione. She can hear her grandmother shouting at someone to lower down their voices, maybe it wasn't a good idea to call her grandmother.
"I will talk to you later Grandma," said Hermione before hanging up the phone. Her grandmother was busy doing who knows what and she can't exactly call her friend so in the meantime, she can explore the manor that her mother had grew up in and maybe learn more about her maternal family history.
In every room there had to be at least one painting which she found ironic since her mother hated painting something her father teased her mother about since her mother was never a good painter. The one that made her stop and stare was the one that was painted most recently probably thirty years ago, it was a painting of her grandfather and her mother smiling. This had to be the first painting that was stern or strict.
Her eyebrows furrowed when she saw that there was a beside one of the painting, she hadn't notice it before maybe it leads to the basement which made her wonder what can be in the basement.
She was surprised to see that there was a cauldron in the basement. Something was telling her to look inside the cauldron. There was a letter inside the cauldron that was address to her, which made her wonder why was there an envelop there and who would had written this to her.
The moment that she touched the cauldron, she heard screaming and then pure darkness also the feeling of something cold ticking her. Hermione let go of the cauldron deeply shaken at what she just saw and felt. She grabbed the envelop and ran towards the living room to read the letter.
Dear Hermione,
If you are reading this then your parents are dead and you have chosen to live in the manor of our ancestors. Mimi, there is something you should know about this family something your mother has never known even through she knew many things about the supernatural, something my relatives has denied and your Grandmother Catherine has known.
Our family has always been powerful Kiddo, as you know we came from England and I will presume that school of yours learn about the Witches' trials but what you didn't know was that there are two type of witches, Wiccan witches and you know the other since you are one of these two type of witches meet, someone always get hurts. Now when the opportunity to go to America came, almost every Wiccan Witch left the country since they didn't want to loose our kin.
Your grandfather and I are Wiccan witches, our whole family is including your mother but we never told her, we wanted to give her a normal life; a life without hiding secrets from friends. We never told her of witches but, she knew of the magical creatures such as Vampire, Werewolves and other creatures. When we met Robert's mother, she knew that we were like her and my dear grandchild not many male witches marry female witches but your parents never knew of their heritage which makes you even more special to us.
You my dear are even more powerful than the normal witch, you have power of the two oldest Wiccan witches family. Yup kiddo I said it you are not only a witch that can do Merlin's magic but you can also do Wiccan magic. Now before you say that Wiccan magic doesn't exist think about it, I know this sound crazy but there are really two branches of magic and you my dear child are mixture of both.
I had hoped to teach you the Wiccan ways before I had died but that didn't turn out to well did it? So I am going to tell you that if you want to learn more about our kin so to learn more about this type of magic go to the Bennett's household, they are also Wiccan Witches and they can teach you how to control your powers. Sweetie it is not safe for you to tell them about the other branch magic.
Also go to the kitchen and in one of the cabinets there are some documents that can help you learn some spells plus before I forget you can make up your own spells.
Know this Sweetheart that I am proud of you and one warning, never fall for any tricks of a vampire.
Love,
Your Nana
Hermione was completely angry no she can believe that they are Wiccan Witches from the chanting she heard on the phone but she couldn't believe that they never told her something this big. She didn't notice that there was fire starting to burn on one of her family's ancient books caused by her anger.
Her nose crunched at the smell of the books burning. What's that smell? Thought Hermione as she looked around to find the source of the burning smell. How the hell did that happen thought Hermione as she tried to find a way to get rid of the fire before she realizing that she has her wand with her.
"Aguamenti," said Hermione pointing her wand to the fire. She smiled in relief when she saw that the fire was disappeared, she went over to get the book and was surprised to see that nothing was burnt. That's odd thought Hermione as she flipped through the pages even through the book is wet, there is no marks from the fire.
She went to the kitchen going to one of the cabinets that she has a feeling that might have the document that her grandmother was talking about. How did I know this thought Hermione and then she remembered her grandmother words about her being a Wiccan Witch. Maybe this is one of the power that a Wiccan witch has thought Hermione as she took out the documents out of the cabinet.
Hermione groaned when she heard the door banging, it was six o'clock in the morning and she wanted to know who was so stupid to come to her house and wake her up this early in the morning. Not even my own parents did this to me thought Hermione grumpily as she put on her jacket to answer the door.
A woman wearing a cop uniform was there, she was glancing at the gargoyles wearily which can be understandable since it was a bit too much. The woman in front of her was looking at her as if she was seeing a ghost which made her more confused, she had always been told that she was a replica of her mother.
She opened her mouth and said the word that remind her that her family was dead.
"Jean?" she asked but it seemed more like a tone of surprised.
"Jean is my mother, may I help you?" asked Hermione stiffly. The woman snapped out of her thoughts but was still memorize at the fact that she is the daughter of the woman that she just mentioned.
"My name is Elizabeth Forbes, I am the sheriff of this town. I have a question for you, young lady. What are you doing in the Blackwood's manor alone Miss?" asked the woman. Hermione sighed before remembering that her mother hadn't been in contact with anyone in Mystic falls beside her parents. She hold back the tears so that she can tell the woman about her parent's death.
"My name is Hermione Granger as I said before Jean is my mother and Robert Granger is her husband now the reason I am living in this manor by myself is because my parents had been murdered as the will of my parent's state that this house is mine and the legal age to live by yourself is eighteen am I correct? if so can I please go back to sleep because I had a long flight last night from London," said Hermione raising her eyebrows at the older woman.
The Sheriff looked shocked then gave her a look of sadness and pity at the mention of her mother's death, she wondered if the sheriff was close to her deceased mother and what was their relation before her mother departure of this small town since her mother .
"I am sorry for your lost, your mother was one of my dearest friends if there is anything you need Hermione, you can come to me," said the Sheriff kindly to her. It was thanks to Jean's meddling that she asked out her ex-husband which resulted of their daughter a couple of years later. Her friend was always brave even slapped Kelly for insulting her.
"Did they found the people that murder them?" asked the Sheriff. Hermione nodded as she remembered the newspaper headlines of Bellatrix and Dolohov capture, they were now sentence life prison in Azkaban. It lessen the pain that the people who murdered her parents were there.
"Yes, they had been sentence to life prison for what they did to my and other families," answered Hermione. The sheriff nodded and apologize again for waking her up before she left she told her that she hopped that her stay will be a good one.
Time to go back to some sleep thought Hermione happily and fell asleep soon as she hit her comfortable, soft and fluffy bed. For the first time in a long time, she had no nightmares of the war but, dreamt of her family and her being together one last time.
"What do you mean that they escaped!" shouted Harry to Kingsley. He had been called by the Minister in one o'clock in the morning to be informed of these events. They had told him that they had given Bellatrix and Dolohov maximum security now the man tells him them that they had escaped.
Kingsley gulped at the anger in the young wizards eyes and hastily tell him that they have all the Aurors searching for them hoping that it will calm down the young man in front of him, it only lighten the fire in Harry's eyes little bit.
"Is there anything else I need to know Kingsley?" asked Harry tiredly. Kingsley looked at him hesitantly before nodding at him. He had been told by the guards that the two of them had been whispering of killing someone close to the young man and he deserve to know.
"I have been told that Bellatrix and Dolohov been whispering a name in their sleep," admitted Kingsley slowly. Harry looked at him in alarmed and was afraid to ask the older man whose name that the two Death Eaters had been whispering in their sleep.
"Whose name is it! Tell me Kingsley!" ordered Harry.
"They had been whispering Hermione's name," admitted Kingsley. Harry looked at him numbly before sitting back on his seat, his best friend is in vacation and she hadn't told them where she had gone so how were they going to protect her?
She has every right to go on vacation after the war while it didn't make the Weasley's happy especially Ron and Mrs. Weasley who seemed like she was planing a wedding between his two best friends which nearly made him laughed everyone beside Mrs. Weasley and Ron knows that his best friend saw Ron more like a brother than a boyfriend material.
"I need to go Kingsley and please tell me if there is anymore information on the whereabouts of Bellatrix and Dolohov," begged Harry before flooing back to the burrow. He needed to write a letter to Hermione to warn her about the danger she is going to go through. He is going to beg her to tell him his location so that he can protect her, she was like his sister and he didn't want her to die.
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