Enemies of Heir Beware…
Our story begins like many, girl meets boy, boy meets girl, girl and boy hate each other with the burning of a thousand suns. Too true is that of the relationship between Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. For the first four years of their Hogwarts education, the two only knew that one was a muggleborn Gryffindor, the other, a pureblooded Slytherin and their hatred for each other was like no other rivalry their school had ever seen. She was a know-it-all, while he was a spoiled brat. She was raised to have kindness and compassion, while he was raised to believe that all are below him. However, what if that wasn't the case? What if, with the looming war over their heads, things change? This is the story of how delicate things can be when everyone, including yourself, does not know you for who you truly are.
I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!
Part One.
"You don't understand! He is dead! She killed him! Bellatrix killed Sirus." Harry Potter yelled, resisting against the magical restraints holding him down. His bed shakes as he jerks, almost foaming at the mouth. His eyes full of hot tears and blood smeared across his face. Ron Weasley jerks as another wave of nausea hits him. He stares at his best friend with worry. The Battle of the Department of Mysteries was a bloody ambush. They all knew it was a trap set by Voldemort to lure Harry to the prophecy. However, they all went, even if it meant their deaths. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Luna, a bunch of teenagers against ten plus Death Eaters. Before they could even begin to look for Sirus, Death Eaters surrounded them, cursed them, and beat them. If Dumbledore had not shown up when he did, there wouldn't have been any bodies for the families to collect. The only upside to everything was that there was no mistake that Voldemort was back. The Minister saw the tyrant himself. The Death Eaters that were able to get away are still at large, while some have been arrested. One such Death Eater that escaped was Lucius Malfoy. When they weren't looking, he slithered away like the snake he is.
Ron and Harry were some of the lucky ones, barely a scratch on them. Though Harry did get hit with Cruciatus Curse, his wounds were not nearly bad as those of their friend Hermione Granger. She was in the other room, getting help to slow down the excessive bleeding and decay of her body. They weren't sure who cursed her. At first it didn't seem like the spell did anything, but then when she started to bleed from her mouth and eyes, all were worried. The silence was torture. Harry and Ron were the only ones awake. Everyone else was either asleep from the potions or knocked out from the battle itself. Hermione's screams had filled the room at one point, but eventually all was quiet. Ron worried as multiple Healers came in and out of the room where she was being taken care of. He didn't know what he would do if one of his best friends died. He knew that there were some underlying feelings there, but none were acted on. Why risk their friendship?
The doors burst open as a wave of magic spills into the room. Healers are yelling and cursing as they try to get the magic to stop. Harry Potter goes quiet as buzzes of magic envelope them in a bone chilling cold.
"What is going on?" Ron yells out. Harry shakes his head as he tries to pull against his restraints again. He peers over slightly and lets out a wail. Hermione Granger is suspended in the air. Her blood spilling onto the floor as IVs and tubes are pulled out of her. Her eyes and mouth are wide open, but no sound is escaping her lips. Ron shakes with fear as the magic shoots out again, feeling like a tornado right there inside the castle. Then it stops. She drops to the bed with a sickening thud. All is silent again. The healers rush to check her vitals. Harry and Ron watch as the nurses close the doors again.
"What the bloody hell?" Ron asks as he looks at his friend. Harry's eyes begin to fill with tears again as he lays back.
"Fight, Hermione, fight with everything you have." Harry says in a whisper to himself. He turned his head as the doors opened again, only this time it was Professor Snape. He is covered in blood. His skin, if possible, is whiter than normal. The older man lets out a breath as he pulls the bloody cover off his robes. Their eyes meet and the wizard for a moment looks at the two boys with that of pity and sadness.
"What? Professor, please, what is going on?" Ron asks as he sits up, trying to get out of bed. His legs give out slightly and before he can crash to the floor, Snape catches him by crook of his arm. He sighs as he puts the younger wizard back into bed. He turns away from them and heads to the table with multiple potions littered around it. Harry grimaces and lets out a growl.
"Tell us." He demands as he looks at the man who for the past few months, has been training his mind. Snape snaps his head up and glares at the boy-who-lived.
"You will need to be there for your friend. Her world is about to implode, and she is going to need all the support she can get. Know this, boy, this is all your fault. Not hers. She is alive but she could have died. All of you could. If I were you, I would think about that before you make any more rash decisions." Snape says with malice in his voice. Harry looks at him with shock before turning his attention back to the doors, again shut. Glass clinks as Snape continues to mix a concoction, the only noise to fill the room. Ron lets out a sob before letting the tears fall.
"As long as she is alive, I don't care what else happens." He says as he goes to wipe the tears from his cheeks.
"Remember that later when you learn more about what is going on with Miss Granger." Snape says one more time before heading to the younger wizard's bedside. "Take this, you need rest." The redheaded boy looks at him with concern.
"I don't want dreamless sleep. I want to know if she is going to be…"
"She is going to be fine, now take the damn potion before I shove it down your throat. I will deal with the consequences from your mother later." Snape growls at him before Ron finally takes the vile from his hands. With a look of annoyance, he tilts it back and drinks it. Snape then turns to the bane of his existence. The constant reminded that his childhood love didn't pick him. The one person who could infuriate him more so than any other student, he has ever had the displeasure to teach.
"What do you mean, she is going to need us now more than ever?" Potter asks him while taking the vile out of his hand. Snape grunts before turning back towards the direction of the room the young witch was resting in.
"She is changing, we aren't sure why. Dumbledore will be able to explain more once the change has finished. She isn't who we thought she was. For all we know, she has been a different person this entire time, and didn't know it." The man says as he takes the empty vile back from Harry.
"What do you mean? That doesn't make any since. She is Hermione. How could she be someone else? Whaaa, fuck, do you know who she is?" He slurs as the potion starts to take effect. Snape glances down at the teenager who is prophesized to save the world.
"I have an idea, so that is why you need to trust me when I say this Potter, be there for your friend." He finishes as the boy's green eyes shut.
This was not supposed to happen. That devil of a woman was supposed to of gotten rid of the baby. His master was not going to be happy about all of this. Snape looks down at his shaking hands. Those eyes, the hair, her magic even felt like her. There was no denying who she was. He needed to contact the Malfoys to let them know. There was a storm coming and it could change the tides of the war. His daughter, his master's long lost daughter, was alive. She had been here, the entire time, being pulled by the strings of puppet master Dumbledore. The man, who even though it couldn't be proven, put the hit out on the mother of said child. Snape groans and he heads to the dungeons. He needed to get to Malfoy Manor. His time as a triple agent was coming to an end.
A/N: So, this is the first time I am writing in YEARS. I have been away for so long. I have written stories before, but life happens. None are available as I have deleted them forever. This story is yet another, Hermione isn't a muggleborn story…if you couldn't tell already. I always love those kinds of stories. One running theme I noticed though, is that Harry and Ron almost always turn against her. However, what if…they don't. I have some ideas, so the story might change from time to time. I have been watching a lot of Turkish dramas lately, so some of my ideas are going to be based on ridiculous and dramatic turn of events. Anyways, I am going to try and have two parts for each chapter. I don't know how long this story is going to be. I can't make any promises of when I will be posting. I am a momma and a full time student. So, my time is going to be spread thin, but writing is how I keep sane. I just haven't written fanfiction in so many years so be kind. I will be posting on and AO3. Thank you for reading, and hopefully you stick around for more.
Xoxo MissCera
Part Two.
I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!
Tom Riddle is usually a composed man. He is calculating, smart, and can hide his emotions well. He even wore a mask for all to see. In public, he is the snake, the true embodiment of evil. However, when around his most loyal followers, the ruse drops. He never lost his human form. He was older yes, from having to use one of his horcruxes, but he was very much still the charming and attractive man as from years ago. Only those whose families have been with him from the beginning know of his appearance. After the battle against Harry Potter and his friends, he didn't expect to see one of his most loyal Death Eaters back so quickly. Surely the potions professor knows that his cover will be blown if he disappears from Hogwarts. Dumbledore is a fool, but he is no idiot.
"Severus, what brings you here?" Tom asks as he looks at the man curiously. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of the wizards face before he clears his throat,
"My lord, pardon the intrusion, but I have news of the utmost importance." There is a break of silence in the room, before doors open and in walks the head of the Malfoy family.
"Well, get on with it!" The older of the two yells, his snakelike appearance switching back momentarily. Snape cringes slightly before looking at his master with a scared expression. Tom sits up slightly. He was a master at controlling his emotions, and as such, trained his followers to be as well. To see the man who has the entire Order of the Pheonix fooled showing emotions, something was wrong.
"My lord, she never got rid of the child."
That was all it took.
Tom Riddle goes silent before a wave of magic bursts off him. His skin starts to blue in color and crack as his dictator persona takes over completely. His eyes burn a bright red before he calls for Nagini. Snape watches as the large snake slithers over to her master. She bows her head before wrapping herself around him. He speaks to her softly, almost as if he is speaking to a lover. The large snake nods before leaving her master's side. Tom clenches his teeth before finally reverting back into his human appearance. He sighs heavily before running his hands through his hair, and falling back into the throne like chair he resided over them in.
Over the years, Snape has never seen his master in such a disarray. The older wizard was known for staying calm, in most cases. Even when he was angry and passing on judgement, he has never lost control before. Snape walks over to his master with caution.
"My lord?"
"Where is my child?"
"Hogwarts, in the infirmary. She was at the Ministry."
"Is she alive?"
"Yes. Whatever concealment that was placed on her, is now dissolving away. It won't be much longer before Dumbledore truly recognizes her."
"Is it the mudblood girl?" Lucius asks from the back of the room, pouring a drink for his master. Tom snorts before taking the drink from his oldest friend.
"Yes." There is silence before a chuckle rings out through the room. Tom laughs louder as he sits all the way back into the chair. The ice rattled in his cup.
"That explains so much. I thought she might have been someone's bastard. To think, Potters brainiac best friend is my daughter. Severus, I want her protected. Go and take her side. I am sure once Dumbledore figures out who she is, he will try to cage her. She has been caged for the last fifteen years. No longer. Bring her here if she is in danger." Severus bows before turning away. As he starts to leave the room he stops.
"My lord, if I may, it seems like Potter and the Weasley boy are concerned about her. I mentioned that she was changing, and they would need to be there for her rather than turning their backs on her. They both seemed like they would stick with her. How do we want to handle them?" The Dark Lord goes silent once more, before letting out a sigh.
"The prophecy has already been completed. The boy had a piece of my soul inside of him. That night was when I found Vera's body. I was so angry and depressed. I truly saw no reason for her death. She was an innocent, psychotic yes but innocent, nevertheless. After killing the Potter husband and wife, I felt myself almost feeling pity for the child. I, however, was in so much pain that I ignored my better judgement. I was brash. I rushed everything too quickly. When my spell backfired, my soul grabbed onto the first living thing it could find. The boy. At the Ministry, that night, when Bella was cursing Potter, I killed him. He doesn't remember, but I did. He lost consciousness and I ripped the piece of my soul out of him. Technically killing him in the process. He had two souls and now only has one. I do not wish for his death. I just want order and power. Dumbledore is raising him like a pig for slaughter. If you must, Severus, let him and the Weasley child know about their dear old headmaster." Tom says before sitting his empty glass down.
The two wizards standing look at each other with confusion and worry. Snape clears his throat again before bowing for the last time and leaving the room. Tom looks up at his friend standing beside him.
"Do you think she will want to meet me?"
"I honestly cannot say."
"Who cursed her?"
"Dolohov."
"Bring him to me."
Back at Hogwarts…
"Albus, what is going on with Miss Granger? Why are you restricting everyone from seeing her?" McGonagall asks as she puts her hands on her hips. Dumbledore grunts before shutting the door behind him.
"Minnie…"
"Don't call me that Al. I want to know why I can't see one of my students. Where are the healers?"
"I sent them away."
"Why in the world would you do that?" She yells, her hair sticking up slightly from the spike of magic. Dumbledore frowns before turning towards the exit.
"Come with me, we have much to discuss."
Walking out into the corridor, to the stairs and eventually to the foot of his office, Minerva McGonagall was silent. The most silent Albus has ever seen in all the years he has known her. With a flick of his hand, the door of his office opens up. His sits and looks up at the witch with a raised eyebrow.
"Sit, please."
"Not until you tell me what is going on." Dumbledore sighs again, pinching the space between his eyebrows.
"Very well, I am going to tell you a story, and I want to tell it all the way through before you comment. Can you do that?" She cocks an eyebrow at him and goes to raise her finger.
"Albus…"
"Yes. Do you remember Vera Morozova, the girl who was supposed to go to Durmstrang but ended up coming to Hogwarts?" He pauses for her to answer. She does so with an annoyed look on her face but nods her head.
"Her name means trust, and with her looks, her attitude, and her intellect you would think she was almost like our Miss Granger. Warm, kind, and caring. She would have been a perfect ally in the war. Then I found out later, her persona in school was nothing more than a mask. She fooled all of us. When in all actuality, she was a cold and calculated witch who had everyone eating out the palm of her hand. I never thought that she would get mixed up with the wrong crowd. I am sure you remember; she was a Ravenclaw, a few years ahead of the Black girls. Never once did I see her interact with them. So, imagine my surprise, when I go to reach out to her after graduation, I find her with the Malfoys, the Blacks, the Notts, and the Parkinson families. This young woman who had so much potential was in align with some of the darkest families in history. I would find out time later that she was the lover of Tim Riddle. He was, at first, her teacher, a friend of her father's. As time went on and as she grew, they fell for each other. The theory of Tom not being able to love due to being a child born from a love potion was proven wrong. He wanted to be the ruler of all of us but if she had asked, he would have given it all away for her."
"Albus…what did you do?"
"Please, it is a long story. As I was saying, she had chosen a side. I didn't tell anyone about what I had learned. The rest of the Order had no idea I was thinking of recruiting her. I watched over the years as she grew and how Tom plans were coming along. Not long after the Potters got married and Lily got pregnant was when I heard of the prophecy. I knew it was going to be their child. With my attention solely on them, I failed to notice Vera becoming larger. She had gotten herself pregnant and not long after, I am assuming, she left the country after Tom told her to get rid of the child. Now, I am not one for killing woman and children, but the spawn of Tom Riddle, I did not see how I could let them live."
"Albus!" McGonagall yells out, slamming her hands down on his desk. "Tell me you didn't. For the love of the Gods, please tell me you did not slaughter this woman just because she was sleeping with Voldemort."
"I wouldn't say slaughter. More like abandoned. When I arrived at her home in the countryside of Russia, she was going into labor. There was no one around. There were complications and she was bleeding too much. She gave birth to a tiny little thing, no more than 6 pounds. She passed out before she saw me. The baby was crying while her mother was bleeding out in her bed. I dropped her wards and went inside. Before I could even reach the child, a curse went right by my head. Vera had woken up, grabbed her wand and cursed me nonverbally. I knew Tom was training her, I just didn't know how well. She looked at me with such hatred. She cursed me again, but this time in Russian, and I felt in the first time in a long time, a pain that was unimaginable. She took a simple stinging curse in English, and change the meaning into Russian, causing that simple little curse to feel like millions of pokes with a hot needle. Over and over. It never really stopped, even after her death. To this day I can feel it if the weather is cold enough. Where was I? Oh right, she was bleeding profusely, and fading fast. However, all she wanted to do was protect her child from me. Finally, her arm dropped, and I was able to get to her bed. She was weak but awake and alert…"
*Flashback*
"Albus…please…she is innocent." Vera says with tears in her eyes. The younger Albus Dumbledore looked at the witch with disdain. She grunts as another wave of pain goes through her. She is bleeding out too quickly.
"She is his child."
"Still innocent. She is only part of him. Please. Do not harm her. Take her if you must, but do not kill my daughter. I am dying, please honor my last wish. I was never a Death Eater; I was only in love."
"He cannot know of love! He tricked you."
"You are a fool Albus Dumbledore. You need to broaden your thinking. He is more human than you think. If you stand against him, you will lose." She says with a slight grin. Her smile drops as a fit of cough hits her. Albus stands over her bed, looking down at the witch who he watched grow. With his fist clenched he leans over slightly. The movement catches her eye and before he could blink, a sharp metal is at his neck.
"I promise you this Albus Dumbledore, harm one hair on her head, I will ask Goddess Morana to send me back so I may finish you off myself. I will take Tom's goal of killing you away from him if you hurt my child." Dumbledore swallows before directing the knife slightly away from his neck.
"No harm will come to the child. You have my word."
"I don't care much for your word Albus."
"Yes of course. I must say, you are lasting longer than I expected. Bleeding out doesn't usually take this long." Vera chuckles again,
"I'm sorry my death is taking too much of your precious time old man. One last thing, let me hold her, and give her a name." Albus lets out a sigh before nodding. He scoops up the babe into his arms, she is warmer than he expected. Her magic felt strong, but there was something menacing about it. Wrapping her in a blanket, he places the small child into her mother's arms. Then it happened. He witnessed something that he had only read about. The magic of a mother's love. Even in the frigid Russia, the cottage felt warmer the minute she looked into her daughter's eyes.
"I love you, my little Irina. May you forever be loved and at peace. I am sorry I couldn't be your mama for very long. Be blessed by the Goddess of Winter my child." Albus turned around to give the young mother a chance to say goodbye. He felt guilty that he didn't help, but she chose her path. When it was silent, he turned back around.
She was gone. A smile on her face, eyes shut while still holding onto her child. Albus sighs before waving his hand. Her hand loosens and the babe levitates towards him.
"Now child, what am I to do with you?"
A/N: Aaaaand I think that is a good stopping place. Whew that was fun to write. I hope you are enjoying it. Let me know what you think. I have a legal paper to write this weekend so in between breaks I will write some more. Until next time.
Xoxo MissCera
