Chapter 3 : The Real Hermione
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As she sat in silence she felt as if hundreds of eyes were boring into her skin. No not only her skin but her soul and they saw the true Hermione Granger. The one who would come home late at night from muggle dance clubs drunker than before and still be a virgin; the one who loved to play electric guitar and sing in a band, the one who loves boys and is a carefree person, and also the one who loves playing quidditch; the one who cares about what she looks like and enjoys to shop and loves to skateboard. That was the real Hermione not the stupid book worm everyone at Hogwarts knew. That’s what she felt like at that moment sitting in the ever darkening silence.
Thinking about what had happened earlier she figured it could have been but only a few hours ago. A burst of light interrupted Hermione’s thoughts. Turning her head slightly and blinking her tears away. As Hermione’s eyes adjusted to the new found light she quickly glanced around the room and saw a circle of deatheaters. Gasping she closed her eyes hoping it was all a dream. She heard the footsteps of the most feared wizard coming closer to her. A hollow cold laugh escaped the man’s lips. Hermione shivered unwillingly. The wizard approached Hermione and gripped her chin with his thumb and forefinger. His grasp on her was forceful and it made Hermione flinch. She knew that it would leave a bruise. The wizard as we now know is Voldemort, forced Hermione to look at him.
“It’s a shame your mother was horrible at glamour charms,” Voldemort hissed
“What do you mean Volde-” Hermione was cut off by a gasp from the large circle of deatheaters and then Voldemort smacked her across the face.
“You will call me my lord from now on you stupid girl. And what I meant is your real mother. Didn’t Jane and John ever tell you that you were adopted?” Voldemort seethed. Hermione nodded tears falling down her now badly bruised face.
“Well Jane and John are some of my followers relatives. Squibs. Now that Dumbledore is dead your mother thought it best for you to come back.”
“You mean you don’t know. And you’re supposed to be the smartest witch in your year. Tsk tsk girl I’m talking about ......”
[[HEhe Cliffie does anyone wanna guess who her mum is and maybe who her dad is and why he wasn't mentioned?]]
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