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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
24,355
Reviews:
64
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0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 2
The students all turned looking towards the Gryffindor table, those that occupied the table looked at each other. And then it seemed everyone looked at Harry. His eyes got a little wide as he looked around, the tension building around the room.
Incredulous” Now look here everyone, we already cleared this up 5 years ago. I am NOT a Slytherin!” with that he crossed his arms in front of himself and let out a great harrumph! Mostly to make his point, and to hide the fact that he wasn’t too sure himself if he was or was not a Slytherin.
Then the hat began to speak.
“No boy you are not a traitor lay in wait.
deals are made between women and snakes.”
Professor McGonnagal felt crest fallen.
“Minerva we must talk, later” The portrait of Dumbledore called out to her.
She looked about the room, It was a known fact that the only Female muggle born was Hermione Granger.
All eyes turned towards her.
“What the bloody hell, Granger, a Slytherin, and a pure blood. There must be a mistake.” The voice on Draco rang within the silenced room. Murmurs quickly followed.
McGonnagal didn’t know what to do. She knew that if the sorting hat said that a student was in the wrong house, then it must be so. The hat was infused with ancient magic that only a very powerful confundus charm could have worked and then it would have had to have been recast multiple times for it to have lasted the last 6 years that Ms. Granger had attended the school. She turned now to Dumbledore’s portrait, he was looking at her intently over the rim of his glasses. Oh dear this could not be happening. Not even a year and already things were making a drastic change. And Ms. Granger, how is she going to handle this. Worry etched her face.
“Ms. Granger, please come here.”
Hermione looked sick, what was happening, this could not be real.
“ I am not a Slytherin! I am a muggle born! How does a muggle born have purer blood that a pure blood born!?” she was yelling now, she didn’t care who was staring. This was preposterous. There was no way in Merlin’s beard that she was a pure blooded Slytherin.
“Ms. Granger if you are quite through, PLEASE come here!”
Defeated Hermione strode towards the podium. McGonnagal gestured to the stool. As she sat down, the hat was placed on her head.
“oh yes Quite right
A snake does slither, slip, and hide
Within the wisdom of years gone by
A prophesy yearns to come forth…
All of a sudden the portrait of Dumbledore’s began to yell.
“Minerva remove the hat!!!!”
“Accio” she yelled, and the hat soared into her arms.
Hermione jumped, what did the hat say about a prophesy?
The professor walked to the portrait. Hermione only heard them whisper. Dumbledore’s voice was calm but affirmative, while McGonagall’s was on the verge of sounding like a madwoman. She turned and looked around, everywhere there were people staring at her. She heard things like ‘pure blood’ and ‘Slytherin’ all around her.
“Ms. Granger, you will follow me to the office. The rest of you are dismissed to your houses.”
She watched as Harry gave her a reassuring smile, while Ron just looked dumbfounded. A look on his face that could only be described as horror stricken. And as he turned she could clearly see him mouth to Harry the word ’Slytherin’. She saw Harry’s shoulders slacken as he veered his perplexed friend toward the door.
She saw the other students look sideways at her as they made their way to the door as well, she chanced a glance at the Slytherin table, there she saw glares and smiles, and I don’t mean the happy welcome to our house kind of smile, among them Malfoy looked snide, yet contemplative. She saw him rise and leave the great hall. Oh Merlin she thought this was horrible. She had just been thrown headlong into a snake pit.
When they reached the headmistress’s office she told Hermione to take a seat, and placed the Sorting hat back on her head.
“ hmmm where was I again” he began.
“oh yes Quite right
A snake does slither, slip, and hide
Within the wisdom of years gone by
A prophesy yearns to come forth
Will manifest in her rebirth
That of pure blood older than stone
Shall bring the end of a warring zone
To the right she’ll stand a pivotal place
Her wisdom and strength shall set the pace
Through experience alliance will she make
In deciding what side she will take.
As the 7th years begins
The House of Kaelin Phoenix will rise again.”
Hermione heard a gasp and looked toward the Headmistress. She was vividly pale.
“Professor…..” she waited
“Professor McGonagall!” Eyes slowly turned to look into hers.
“There is no way to hide this, and I am most aggrieved that I must be the one to tell you, but child you are the daughter of Kana and Morgan Kaelin-Phoenix. They were very powerful, and it was said that they had the purest strain of blood known to the wizarding world. How that is possible I have no idea. They were killed 17 years ago. I’m not sure why….”
“I do Minerva”
Hermione and the headmistress turned their heads.
“My dear Hermione, it is true you are a pure blood. I am sad to say that you were adopted by the muggle family and it was I who put you there.”
Shock registered on her face.
“But why professor, what happened if my real parents were killed why was I sent to live with a muggle family? Why has no one told me? And how could that hat been quite for so damn- pardon my language professors-so, so long?” she was exasperated her curiosity piqued. Yes she was sad that the people who raised her were not her real parents but she was also happy. A pure blood, not that it mattered really, she knew that it was the person, who they were that really mattered. But she was still happy that she could now identify herself that way.
“Dear child it was me who put the spell on the sorting hat. I wanted to keep you from where you might go. You see Harry’s was not the only prophesy to be heard by my ears. Many years ago Morgan and Kana came to Hogwarts just like you. I had gone to see Professor Trelawney, and as your parents left the classroom she spoke in a voice quite unlike herself.--’offspring of the Phoenix house shall lead the way to a future unknown, no matter what side she take a victory her side will make.’-- so you see I could not fathom that the prophesy would come to pass with such a war taking place. You see I followed the lives of your parents, the decisions that they made.” he looked as though he took a breath. (that’s if portraits breath) “I’m very sorry to tell you, but your parents were Death Eaters.”
Her mouth opened sound refusing to escape, the information registering in her mind.
“You see,” He continued. “ When I learned of this I took great pains to help your parents. I tried to convince them to rejoin the forces of good, but they refused. One day the Death Eaters Attacked a group of Muggles outside of London. It was horrific. The bodies were maimed in and unspeakable manner. Aurors were dispatched to rectify the situation. They tracked your father to his home. Where they found your parents and an infant child. Needless to say the outcome was an orphaned infant. The Ministry had no idea what to do, and many wizard families were asked if they wanted to adopt. But I interceded. The department of mysteries backed my story about the prophesy to the other Wizengamot, and you were then placed in a muggle adoption agency with the provision that you were to stay in England. When you were old enough to join us here at Hogwarts I had to cast a spell on the sorting hat, he alone could expose you. I had him place you in Gryffindor, in hopes that you would befriend Mr. Potter. As well you did, but since my real self is no longer alive I was unable to continue to keep up this farce.”
She sat there not knowing what to do.
“What is my real name?” she asked.
“ It is Hermione Kaelin Phoenix.”
“Very well that shall be my name henceforth.” she stood up “Good night” and took her leave. Once in the hallway she leaned against the cold stone and cried.
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A/N:
Thanks to those who reviewed. I hope that you like the story, ill do my best with originality. Although i have not read many stories, to see if this is an original idea or not i wll apologize now if have. thanks again, and i hope that you enjoy the story.
brayzen
Incredulous” Now look here everyone, we already cleared this up 5 years ago. I am NOT a Slytherin!” with that he crossed his arms in front of himself and let out a great harrumph! Mostly to make his point, and to hide the fact that he wasn’t too sure himself if he was or was not a Slytherin.
Then the hat began to speak.
“No boy you are not a traitor lay in wait.
deals are made between women and snakes.”
Professor McGonnagal felt crest fallen.
“Minerva we must talk, later” The portrait of Dumbledore called out to her.
She looked about the room, It was a known fact that the only Female muggle born was Hermione Granger.
All eyes turned towards her.
“What the bloody hell, Granger, a Slytherin, and a pure blood. There must be a mistake.” The voice on Draco rang within the silenced room. Murmurs quickly followed.
McGonnagal didn’t know what to do. She knew that if the sorting hat said that a student was in the wrong house, then it must be so. The hat was infused with ancient magic that only a very powerful confundus charm could have worked and then it would have had to have been recast multiple times for it to have lasted the last 6 years that Ms. Granger had attended the school. She turned now to Dumbledore’s portrait, he was looking at her intently over the rim of his glasses. Oh dear this could not be happening. Not even a year and already things were making a drastic change. And Ms. Granger, how is she going to handle this. Worry etched her face.
“Ms. Granger, please come here.”
Hermione looked sick, what was happening, this could not be real.
“ I am not a Slytherin! I am a muggle born! How does a muggle born have purer blood that a pure blood born!?” she was yelling now, she didn’t care who was staring. This was preposterous. There was no way in Merlin’s beard that she was a pure blooded Slytherin.
“Ms. Granger if you are quite through, PLEASE come here!”
Defeated Hermione strode towards the podium. McGonnagal gestured to the stool. As she sat down, the hat was placed on her head.
“oh yes Quite right
A snake does slither, slip, and hide
Within the wisdom of years gone by
A prophesy yearns to come forth…
All of a sudden the portrait of Dumbledore’s began to yell.
“Minerva remove the hat!!!!”
“Accio” she yelled, and the hat soared into her arms.
Hermione jumped, what did the hat say about a prophesy?
The professor walked to the portrait. Hermione only heard them whisper. Dumbledore’s voice was calm but affirmative, while McGonagall’s was on the verge of sounding like a madwoman. She turned and looked around, everywhere there were people staring at her. She heard things like ‘pure blood’ and ‘Slytherin’ all around her.
“Ms. Granger, you will follow me to the office. The rest of you are dismissed to your houses.”
She watched as Harry gave her a reassuring smile, while Ron just looked dumbfounded. A look on his face that could only be described as horror stricken. And as he turned she could clearly see him mouth to Harry the word ’Slytherin’. She saw Harry’s shoulders slacken as he veered his perplexed friend toward the door.
She saw the other students look sideways at her as they made their way to the door as well, she chanced a glance at the Slytherin table, there she saw glares and smiles, and I don’t mean the happy welcome to our house kind of smile, among them Malfoy looked snide, yet contemplative. She saw him rise and leave the great hall. Oh Merlin she thought this was horrible. She had just been thrown headlong into a snake pit.
When they reached the headmistress’s office she told Hermione to take a seat, and placed the Sorting hat back on her head.
“ hmmm where was I again” he began.
“oh yes Quite right
A snake does slither, slip, and hide
Within the wisdom of years gone by
A prophesy yearns to come forth
Will manifest in her rebirth
That of pure blood older than stone
Shall bring the end of a warring zone
To the right she’ll stand a pivotal place
Her wisdom and strength shall set the pace
Through experience alliance will she make
In deciding what side she will take.
As the 7th years begins
The House of Kaelin Phoenix will rise again.”
Hermione heard a gasp and looked toward the Headmistress. She was vividly pale.
“Professor…..” she waited
“Professor McGonagall!” Eyes slowly turned to look into hers.
“There is no way to hide this, and I am most aggrieved that I must be the one to tell you, but child you are the daughter of Kana and Morgan Kaelin-Phoenix. They were very powerful, and it was said that they had the purest strain of blood known to the wizarding world. How that is possible I have no idea. They were killed 17 years ago. I’m not sure why….”
“I do Minerva”
Hermione and the headmistress turned their heads.
“My dear Hermione, it is true you are a pure blood. I am sad to say that you were adopted by the muggle family and it was I who put you there.”
Shock registered on her face.
“But why professor, what happened if my real parents were killed why was I sent to live with a muggle family? Why has no one told me? And how could that hat been quite for so damn- pardon my language professors-so, so long?” she was exasperated her curiosity piqued. Yes she was sad that the people who raised her were not her real parents but she was also happy. A pure blood, not that it mattered really, she knew that it was the person, who they were that really mattered. But she was still happy that she could now identify herself that way.
“Dear child it was me who put the spell on the sorting hat. I wanted to keep you from where you might go. You see Harry’s was not the only prophesy to be heard by my ears. Many years ago Morgan and Kana came to Hogwarts just like you. I had gone to see Professor Trelawney, and as your parents left the classroom she spoke in a voice quite unlike herself.--’offspring of the Phoenix house shall lead the way to a future unknown, no matter what side she take a victory her side will make.’-- so you see I could not fathom that the prophesy would come to pass with such a war taking place. You see I followed the lives of your parents, the decisions that they made.” he looked as though he took a breath. (that’s if portraits breath) “I’m very sorry to tell you, but your parents were Death Eaters.”
Her mouth opened sound refusing to escape, the information registering in her mind.
“You see,” He continued. “ When I learned of this I took great pains to help your parents. I tried to convince them to rejoin the forces of good, but they refused. One day the Death Eaters Attacked a group of Muggles outside of London. It was horrific. The bodies were maimed in and unspeakable manner. Aurors were dispatched to rectify the situation. They tracked your father to his home. Where they found your parents and an infant child. Needless to say the outcome was an orphaned infant. The Ministry had no idea what to do, and many wizard families were asked if they wanted to adopt. But I interceded. The department of mysteries backed my story about the prophesy to the other Wizengamot, and you were then placed in a muggle adoption agency with the provision that you were to stay in England. When you were old enough to join us here at Hogwarts I had to cast a spell on the sorting hat, he alone could expose you. I had him place you in Gryffindor, in hopes that you would befriend Mr. Potter. As well you did, but since my real self is no longer alive I was unable to continue to keep up this farce.”
She sat there not knowing what to do.
“What is my real name?” she asked.
“ It is Hermione Kaelin Phoenix.”
“Very well that shall be my name henceforth.” she stood up “Good night” and took her leave. Once in the hallway she leaned against the cold stone and cried.
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A/N:
Thanks to those who reviewed. I hope that you like the story, ill do my best with originality. Although i have not read many stories, to see if this is an original idea or not i wll apologize now if have. thanks again, and i hope that you enjoy the story.
brayzen