The Delacour and Weasley wedding began with such grace. Fleur was a poised figure and great beauty of France. Her fiancée waiting for her on the other side of the altar
“William Weasley do you take Fleur Delacour as your lofly wedded wife.”
Mrs. Wesley sighed mournfully.
“I do.” Bill said.
“And do you Fleur Delacour take William Weasley as your lofly wedded husband.”
“Oui.” She said smiling.
“As I understand you have written your own vows read them now.” Mr. Weasley said and smiled wearily.
“Hermione we must tell you something.” Mrs. Granger whispered to her daughter
“Yes mum?” she uttered.
“We wanted to tell you this sooner but…” Mr. Granger stuttered.
“Hermione you were adopted…” Mrs. Granger.
“What??” She yelped.
Everyone stared and then looked back.
“This is my wedding don’t interrupt you stupid...” Fleur said.
“Hold your tongue Dear.” Bill whispered to his now-wife.
Fleur furrowed her brow and muttered “Salope.”
“Hun we wanted to tell you but once we found out who you are or who your parents were we had to protect you.” Mr. Granger explained whispering.
“What do you mean? Who were my parents?! What happened?” she queried. Mrs. Granger started crying. “Your father was a descendent of a very rare family-line named the Valeriouses and he died in a wizard battle with your real mother.” Mr. Granger said.
Hermione’s eyes welt with tears. The devastation over took her. Then a roar from behind her caused her to go from the chair she was sitting in to apparate beside Harry and Ron who were shielded by a table.
“Finally Hermione thank God you here. Are you alright?” Harry asked noticing her tears.
“Never better.” She said whipping out her wand.
“STUPIFY!!” She bellowed pointing her wand at Bellatrix. Bellatrix laughed hysterically as she dodged it.
“Here mug-worm, here little mug-worm Aunty Bella wants to play.” She cackled madly.
“Come on Hermione.” Ron hooted as he also whipped out his wand.
She pointed her wand at her parents and yelled
“OBLIVATE.” She yelled again “Appertos.” Making them go to Australia and forgetting about ever having a daughter. Not to mention she hit Bellatrix’s feet with another stupify jinx.
At the same time she was tripped and knocked unconscious. All turned to black and soon she saw memory or a vision of something, or someone as it were. He was gracefully seductive. A nobleman perhaps and not only did she see him she saw the people more so the women in his life parish within grasp of a fallen angel resurrection named Gabriel Van Helsing. This dream, this vision, whatever it was it was horrifying and she felt as she was there. Worse yet she saw her real parents die before Voldemort and ancestors die before this man. Yet he wasn’t even a man at all he
was a murderous monster. A devil-like voice crept into her ears,
“Arise my servant as Count Dracula!” the voice echoed and all she saw was the thrashing of fangs and blood.