Sadly I own nothing, all rights go to our Queen JKR.
1st September 1984
Hermione knew she was not a Malfoy but a Riddle, all her life the Malfoy family made sure her true heritage but never allowed her to feel less loved... With four months since Pansy's birthday party, she had become closer with the girl since seeing her more vulnerable and not as stone-faced. Sitting through elocution lessons with her Aunt Cissy become more boring. Today, however, was extremely interesting. Today was the day she and Bellatrix would plan how her party should go. In just a matter of several weeks, Hermione will turn 6.
"Hermione, we are done for today, shall we revise your birthday party guest list?" Bellatrix interrupted the lesson with a list and some sample invitations she would then multiply Hermione's choice of an invite.
"Yes, I want my Father here." She said in a matter of fact. Shocking both women in the room.
"What has brought this on dear?" Narcissa asked as she walked forwards to sit next to her and placed a hand on hers.
"I have heard hushed tones about his return. I want him here."
"Darling Hermione, we have only heard rumours, we promise the minute he wants to meet you, we will tell you."
"But I want him here." She yelled, as she did her hair crackled and the mirror above the fireplace flew off the wall smashing the glass. "I... I didn't.."
"It was an accident Hermione, this was your first bit of accidental magic." Bellatrix beamed picking her up and spinning her around.
"I..." She tried to explain it again.
"Hermione it is fine, it is called accidental magic because a child has no control over it, you felt scared and upset so your magic lashed out. However I did not like this mirror anymore so Uncle Lucius.."
"Will yell at me." Hermione interrupted casting her eyes down to her toes.
"Will happily buy me a new one." Narcissa smiled at the younger witch placing several invitations in front of her. "Now then, how about a realistic guest list?"
"Draco, Aunt Cissy, Uncle Lucius, Aunt Bella and Uncle Antonin, if he is in England, obviously, Pansy, Blaise, Luna and Ginevra." Hermione spoke as she wrote on the stationery of her choice.
For nearly 6 years of age, she was extremely clever, she could read most children books and write almost anything in her vocabulary. Her thirst for knowledge had always been evident, Draco had not been far behind her on his own learning, he, however, excelled in potions.
"Oh, I almost forgot Uncle Sev." She grinned cheekily. She knew Severus hated children parties but could not say no to her or Draco's invitations.
"Well done, now the guest list is written, Madam Malkin has sent over these designs for your party dress." Bellatrix placed them in front of her.
"None of them."
"None?" Bella questioned the young girl.
"Not one."
"Shall we go and visit Madam Malkin? She may have more designs in store?" Narcissa asked her. Draco needed new robes for the party anyway.
Waiting inside the Madam Malkin's dress shop Hermione started tapping her foot feeling rather impatient, why did she have to do all this?
"How may I help you?" The fairly plump old woman stepped out from behind a curtain.
"Hermione Riddle did not like any designs you had sent over for her birthday party." Bellatrix spoke for the trio.
"None?"
"None of them, now do you have pencil and crayons?" Hermione stepped forward to follow the Witch, this was going to be her design and she knew her Aunt Bella would love it.
After three hours of designing and making Hermione stepped from behind the curtain with her dress in a dress bag ready to go home.
"What colour is your dress?" Draco whispered in her ear. His Mother had specifically told him not to wind his friend up.
"Colours? Never you mind, it is my birthday soon and then you can admire my amazing work." She smirked at him.
Skipping through the manor the next day, Hermione was in a very good mood. She had a dress she had designed for her own party and nearly all her guests had RSVP'd with acceptance. Skipping past the entrance hall she spotted Severus and Antonin.
"Uncles." She greeted with a curtsey.
"Moshchnyy Girl, I would be delighted to attend your 6th birthday." Antonin bowed in reply. [1]
As she passed her Uncle's study she heard hushed tones of several men she had never seen before. Stopping to hear if they were discussing the mirror incident she peered through the crack to listen and watch.
"How are we supposed to reform him?" Lucius growled.
Hermione watches him pour another fire whisky.
"I shall search Hogwarts for an answer." She heard the voice of her Uncle Severus but could not hear him.
"He should not have been able to rebound such a curse." A man in yellow robes spoke with such a harsh tone.
"What happened to the potter boy Severus?" She recognised the voice to be her Uncle Antonin Dolohov. He was a friendly man as long as you stayed on the rights side his temper.
"He lives in Little Whinging with Lily's muggle sister."
"We should take him from them and make him live with us, such a powerful heir living with Muggles." Bellatrix snarled.
'Why was her Aunt Bellatrix in the room with her Uncle Lucius company?' She thought to herself.
"What would our lord think?" Lucius asked in such surprise.
Hermione did not manage to listen to the rest of the conversation as Tink, their house elf took Hermione's hand and dragged her to her room.
"Young Mistress should not earwig on conversations that do not concern her." Tink stood wagging her finger at Hermione which only made her chuckle.
"They speak of my Father Tink."
"Us house elves hear he will be back soon. Riddle Manor has been all lonely, I's make sure it is happy once more." With that Tink apparated away.
[1] Google Translates Moshchnyy/Powerful.
