THIS IS A RE-EDITED VERSION OF CHAPTER FOUR

Chapter 4: Hermione's New Family

Hermione woke up in her bed at home, feeling very woozy. She sat up, looking around. She realized that she was…eleven. They must have traveled into the past!

Then she noticed the other person in the room with her, leaning against a bookcase and twirling her wand.

"Hello there," Bellatrix said. "So you've finally woken up. It's about time. Nice to see you, Hermione."

Hermione jumped out of bed, reaching for her wand…but she came up empty. She tried to apparate away but Bellatrix grabbed her arm. "Not so fast," she said. "I need you, and I'm not letting you get away."

Hermione struggled, but Bellatrix was too strong. As Bellatrix apparated them away Hermione's only thought was…what was Bellatrix doing here? When she was eleven, Bellatrix had been in Azkaban!

They appeared in front of a door. Bellatrix pushed her in and closed the door behind her, letting go of Hermione's arm. Hermione tried to apparate again. Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "I know what you're trying to do," she said. "You can't apparate in here, even if you had the strength and concentration to do it, which you don't. Sit down."

Hermione stayed standing.

"I said, sit down." Bellatrix said, and pushed her into a chair. "I have been freed from Azkaban," Bellatrix said.

So I'd noticed, Hermione thought.

"And I'm not going back there again!" She paused for a moment. "That's why I need you. The authorities are watching me—I can't do anything. That's why I'm going to pretend to be someone else."

Hermione got off the chair. Bellatrix was walking around and didn't stop talking.

"I have the whole thing planned out. I'm going to pretend to be a person named…" Bellatrix stopped. She hadn't actually thought of a name. "Er—Violet. Yes. And you," she said, pulling Hermione away from the door just as she reached for the knob, "Are going to be my daughter. Everyone knows I don't have a daughter, so they'll never suspect me of being me if I do. "And," she continued, "And…that's why I need you. So stop thinking about escaping." She paused. "I can't keep calling you Hermione, either, even if that is your name. —Wait!" she said. "I've got it. You can be called Viola." She smiled in satisfaction. "We'll start now. We've got to Mingle with Society, you know. I even bought bracelets." She pulled them from her purse. There were two of them. They were made of silver. One had a red jewel in it and the other had a green jewel. Bellatrix snapped the bracelet with the green jewel onto Hermione's wrist. Then she put on the other one.

"This bracelet," she explained, "will stop you from escaping. It won't do anything nasty to you, don't worry—you just won't be able to escape as long as you wear it. And only the person wearing the red bracelet can take the green bracelet off. Got it?"

Hermione nodded. She was trapped—at least for now.

"Good," Bellatrix said. "Now come on, or we'll be late for the party!"

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