AN: This is written for The Golden Snitch, World Sight Day Event. The prompt is- Write about a usually emotionless character, crying for the first time. My school and house, Hogwarts, Slytherin.
WARNING! (Kind of)- This is an AU, Hermione is Voldemort's daughter fic, if you guys don't like this style of story, I recommend going to the next chapter. It will seem OOC, at some points. Well, let's begin!
His life was in tatters, Tom Riddle had arrived home from his weekly meeting with his Death Eaters, to see his home ablaze. His wife and child were still inside, and on the front door, was the Order's sigil.
He should have put them up in the country somewhere, but no, his wife, Rainelle, wanted to stay near him. Now he regretted that he didn't put his foot down, didn't refuse his wife.
It was just too bad, that he didn't check the Order's safe houses to check that his wife and child were still alive.
(16 Years Later!)
Hermione Granger stood stock still as a rush of memories invaded her mind. She saw her father, not the one she grew up with, but a tall, man with brown wavy hair, eyes the color of her own, and sharp, angled features. She saw her mother, cradling her as a babe, while the man peered over, cooing at her.
Once she recovered from her onslaught of memories, she went in search of her mom, hoping that she received the same awakening. Luckily, her mom was just coming out of her trance, and she looked around frantically.
"Hermione, pack your bags, now! We have to get out of here before Richard arrives back! Pack as much as you can! Now go!" Shouted her mother.
Rushing up the stairs Hermione packed everything that she needed, including her books inside of her beaded bag. She had only arrived home to Obliviate her parent's memories of her, keeping them safe during the war.
Hermione and her mother, no longer Jean, but now Rainelle, arrived at Malfoy Manor. Lucius immediately entered their Floo room, seeing who the invading people were. They had to have been close to him or Voldemort himself to travel through the Floo. Not believing his luck, Hermione Granger stood in front of him, as if delivering herself like cheese on a platter. But, behind her, stood Voldemort's long forgotten wife, believed to be dead. But that only meant, no, it couldn't be.
Not offering any pleasantries, Lucius immediately called for Tom, after dragging them through to the dining hall.
Looking up from his meeting of the inner circle, he locked eyes with his dead wife, and what he only hoped was his daughter. She had his eyes, his hair color, his nose. It couldn't be.
Hermione stepped forward tentatively, "Daddy?" She mumbled fretfully, hoping she was correct in her deductions.
Tom leapt up gracefully for his age, rushing forward to grab her in his arms. He pulled Rainelle in as well, letting out his tears of grief and joy, grief for he truly believed them to be dead, and joy, because they were back in his arms at last.
AAN: This is something that I want to expand in the future, because I immensely enjoyed writing it, and I want to see more of it myself. So, keep a look out! It will probably keep the same name as the chapter also!