Somewhere in the Middle

Recovery -
Hermione was terrified, she was sitting in the front passenger seat of the 900cc Fiat, buckled in and holding the dash as if her life depended on it. The car was going about 135 Km/hr and was shaking under the stress of the speed.

“Hermione, I need you to take the watch. When it hits 2:44, you’re going to apparate us to Ordhill forest. I am not going to stop the car, alright dear.” Her mother who was tearing down the country road was remarkable calm, it had soothing effect on Hermione.

“Alright, mum.” Hermione reached in her mother’s pocket and grabbed the watch. It was going on 2:40.

“I am going to drive off the road into the field, dear, hold on.”

They continued driving across the open field, oblivious of the two men following them by broom.

~oOo~

Bella and her team arrived at the same time as the order. Both the Order and the Death Eaters were barreling after the car on their brooms, while trying to duel and disable each other.

~oOo~

At 2:43 Hermione grabbed both her own and her mother’s bag, and wrapped her arm around her mother all the while tightly holding the wand her mother had given her.


At 2:44 the watch started playing the birthday song causing Hermione to pause in her actions and stare incredulously at the offending object.

~oOo~

Severus had finished applying the potion to the map, and was watching two small dots travel against the country side at an alarming rate.
Two dots, why two.

He looked at Tom, confusion evident on his face. Before he could ask any questions Tom nodded at Lucius silently instructing him to go.

~oOo~

At 2:46 Hermione focused on the small cottage her mother showed her a picture of, and apparated her and her mother away.

Nor the members of the Order or the Death Eaters could hear the loud cracks from the dual apparition over the roar of the engine.

~oOo~

Lucius Malfoy’s team arrived just in time to see the speeding car cash into a large tree. The fighting came to a halt as the vehicle exploded.

Bella was the first to arrive at the car, after she opened the car door she laughed and yelled up to Lucius, “She’s not here, they left.”

Lucius grimaced, she should of grabbed something and port-keyed home, maybe throw the Order off track. He activated his port-key as he heard the Order disapparating away.


~oOo~


Tom, Severus and Theo continued to stare at the map. They watched the map morph into a map of the Highlands.

“Rudolphus!” Tom waved his team over. “This is where you are heading.”

As the team members looked at the coordinates, Lucius Malfoy’s team and Bella’s team returned to the manor.

“Tom!” Bella was frantic. “They apparated out of a moving vehicle, their gone!”

Cissa and Pansy ushered the injured away, trying their best to create some order in the dining room come war room.


~oOo~


Hermione and her mother arrived about one hundred and eighty meters off from the cabin.

Grabbing her daughters hand she yelled, “Run!”. Both women ran as fast as they could to the cottage. As they approached Hermione barley heard her mum mumble shit no wards. The door of the cottage was unlocked. Both women stood in the doorway doubled over with hands resting on their knees, gasping for air.

“Hermione there are no wards up, we have to move… it’s only a matter of time before Dumbledore realizes you are using my wand. I am sure he has the ability to track it.”

Dumbledore… Dumbledore’s not dead?

Hermione took a couple more deep breaths before asking , “Where is here?”

“This is an old safe house my father set up, they must not use it anymore. Hermione I promise I will explain more once we are safe, but if the Order comes after us do not trust them, do you understand.”

“Who do I trust mum?” Hermione was quickly reaching her limit, she really needed everything explained.

Her mum leveled her with a look that clearly said watch your tone. “Trust whomever Dumbledore told you not to trust. Now, let’s move. You remember the picture of Foula, right?”

Hermione nodded , wrapped her arm around her mother’s waist and apparated away.


~oOo~


Severus watched the as map morph into the Island of Foula.

Lucius spoke loudly over the group, his tone commanding, demanding instant attention and silence. “Enough! We will have time after we retrieved her to discuss things, everyone start reorganizing, and getting into two groups. Rudolphus, be ready to go.”

Draco, Blaise, Vincent, and Gregory made their way over to Theo. They could tell from across the room that the disorganization amongst the group was causing him to become extremely discomfited.

Rudolphus’s group quickly reviewed the map and apparated away.


~oOo~


Albus Dumbledore arrived back at Grimmauld Place and started barking orders. “Remus and Arthur, summon the rest of the Order. Miss Granger has been abducted and we need to find her. I believe she has been put under the Imperius, use any means necessary to acquire her.” He made his way to a secret room in the library, where he could watch the proceedings without the entire order knowing he was alive.

Remus sent out his patronus. Both he and Arthur understood Albus’s subtle message, no one is to know her identity or that she is on the run.

When Albus could not get a lock on Hermione’s wand he started pacing. It took him twenty laps to figure out who’s wand she was using.

Hermione does not have the connections to buy an unregistered wand, as Headmaster I would have been informed if any student bought a replacement wand. No, no, no, I left Isabella’s wand with her, lovely punishment at the time, leaving a wand with someone who could not use it.

Albus recast the tracking spell looking for Isabella’s wand, and smiled at the results. He couldn’t help chuckling as he used a coin created by Hermione to instruct Arthur to go to the Island of Foula.


~oOo~


Hermione and her mother were heading towards another cottage, her mother paused and turned to Hermione. “Shh, listen.”

Hermione strained her ears to listen and sure enough she was rewarded with the faint popping sound of apparition.

Her mother started whispering when she saw Hermione’s eyes go wide. “No more magic, they sound far off. We should of breached the wards by now, I don’t think they are using this house either. We can make our way down to the docks, hopefully there are boats running to Bigton.”

As the two women continued walking they could hear the sounds of battle far behind them. The women walked at a brisk pace, Hermione was getting increasingly nevous as the light from the curses and hexes being thrown behind them grew brighter. She looked at her mother and said, “So, you’re a witch?”

Her mother nodded, “My magic was bound, but yes, I am a witch. I know this is a lot to take in Hermione but please be patient. The fighting behind us is a good thing, it means my father is sending people after us as well. They will take us to safety.”

“Who is coming for us?”

“I’m not sure who exactly, but I am sure our family will be coming. Hermione, I don’t know how to tell you this but you are not a Granger.”

Hermione was unable to react to this news, a loud explosion had them looking over their shoulder and picking up their pace.


~oOo~


Severus, Tom, Draco, Theo and Blaise continued to watch the map. Severus looked to Tom, forehead creased in concentration. “Tom, didn’t we have a safe house here before, and in Ordhill.”

Tom thought for a moment before nodding. “She’s with someone who was with us during the first war.”

Severus scanned the room looking for the one person he felt could complete the task he needed done. He found her in the back of the room, “Cissa,” he continued talking as she approached “can you go into Lucius’s study and see if you can find the map of safe houses from the first war?”

Cissa could tell by the tone of his voice that is was urgent. “Yes, Severus, I will look. I am not sure he kept them though with the ministry raiding our home whenever they felt the need.” She hurried off to begin the search.

He went back to analyzing the map, “it looks like they are headed to the docks. The Order must be there if they have not been found by our team yet. Lucius, Bella let’s go, if we outnumber them they have less of a chance.”


~oOo~


Hermione and her mother continued to walk at a painful pace. Hermione was deep in thought over her mother’s revelation.

Hermione flashed back to the summer when she was fifteen, she had gone swimming and was wearing a modest full piece bathing suit with a towel thrown over her shoulder when she went into the house. Her father was drunk, and stumbled up to her and pushed her against the wall. She cringed waiting for him to hit her, but instead he caressed her side forcing his knee in between her thigh.

‘You’re not even mine, you know that, right, and when you’re done becoming a women, I’m gonna teach how to be one.’ He whispered to her menacingly, he paused a moment to stick his nose in the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent. ‘You would like that slut, wouldn’t you.’

Hermione whimpered in fear before pushing him and running. She was always grateful when he drank so much that he was easily knocked off balance.

It was a couple of minutes before Hermione asked “Who am I?”

Her mother took a deep breath, she was not going to attempt to breach the subject of her birth mother being dead. For all intent purposes she was Hermione’s mum, and she never wants her to feel otherwise. “You a Nott, Love.”

Their conversation was cut short by a stunner hitting the tree in front of them.


~oOo~


Severus, Bella, and Lucius arrived about 200 meters from the fighting. Taking their brooms out of their pockets, they enlarged them and proceeded to the fight.


~oOo~


Hermione was utterly floored when she turned in the direction that the stunner had come from, bringing her face to face with Arthur Weasley. “Let’s go, Hermione, time to go home, I don’t know what this woman has been telling you.”

He may have been more believable if he had not fired a spell at them. Hermione grabbed her mum’s hand, and quickly fired a non-verbal stunner at him. By silent agreement mother and daughter started running through the wooded area keeping tight hold of each other hands.

~oOo~


Severus Snape approached the running women from the air, Order members realized who he was quickly started firing at him, forgetting that their goal was Hermione. Shouts of get the traitor and kill him could be heard. Lucius was flying to the left of him called out, “You have to get out here friend, grab one and go!’

Severus not being a coward, but also not being a fool, had to agree with his friend. Lucius and Severus started their decent to retrieve the women. Both men were side by until a curse aimed at Lucius caused him to veer out of the way, losing control of his broom , he fell a short distance to the ground.

Severus flying at high speed grabbed the arm of Hermione’s mother, the force ripping her hand from Hermione’s.

Isabella screamed “Hermione! Hermi-“ Her pleas for her daughter cut off by the port-key activating and sweeping them away to safety.

Lucius quickly regained his bearings in time to see Hermione reach up for her mother.


~oOo~

Severus Snape arrived at the manor with the screaming women in tow. He was not sure who she was, but he was sure that she knew him.

“Severus you son-of-an-asshole, Hermione is alone, what the hell do you think you were doing.” The crazy women continued to verbally assault him, he was grateful that Tom thought to meet them in the foyer. At Tom’s appearance the women’s screaming stopped abruptly.

Isabella let out a choked sob, “Daddy!” and threw herself into his arms. Once he embraced her she started mumbling incoherently , it took Tom and Severus a moment to pick-up she was saying it’s me Isabella over and over again.

~oOo~


She heard a deep voice behind her. “Come on Miss Granger time to go home.” Hermione spun in the direction of Kingsley Shacklebolt, catching the white blond hair of Lucius as she turned. She didn’t even stop to think about it, she started sprinting towards Lucius Malfoy, who almost faltered while dueling due to his surprise.

She heard the incantation for the entrail-expelling curse as a bright purple light came from the direction she was running towards causing her to freeze for a moment before appariting away.

Hermione arrived back at Ordhill, to realize someone had grabbed onto her before she got away. In her panic, she apparated again, this time to Hogsmeade.

Still unable to shake her captor, she continued appariting: Diagon Alley, back to Ordhill, Knockturn Alley, back to Hogsmeade, to her home, back to Diagon Alley, Little Hangleton , Godric Hallow. She was moving so fast she was not able to make out the person holding her. All she knew is she could see blurs of red hair and needed to get away from him.

She apparated one last time Back to Foula Island.


~oOo~


Only the young men were left in the war room, and they stood diligently staring at the map as it rapidly changed. It was Draco who realized what was going on. “She appariting, Merlin she’s going to kill herself.”

Theo’s head snapped up and glared at Draco, “She’ll be fine, Draco.”

The map finally morphed back into the Island, the boys watched the still dot on the map for a second before Draco asked, “Everyone have their brooms?”

The group of them apparated to the Island.


~oOo~


Hermione stood for a moment, to exhausted from the rapid fire apparition to struggle. It seemed her captor was having similar difficulties getting his bearings.


~oOo~


Draco, Blaise, Theo, Greg, and Vincent arrived at the Island, wand in hand ready to defend themselves. They were grateful that they appeared to be a good distance off from the fighting. They could see Hermione standing with someone in the distance.

The young men mounted their brooms, heading in the direction of the couple.


~oOo~


The sound of the fighting growing closer shook Hermione out of her stupor. She started struggling against her captor’s grasp.

“Hermione, stop!” Ronald Weasley bellowed at her.

Hermione froze. “Ron? What are you doing? Let. Go. Of. Me!”

Ron tightened his grasp, his fingers digging painfully into the back of her arm. “No, Hermione, were going back, and you’re going to be a good girl and do as your told.”

His voice was lace with contempt, spittle flying from his mouth as spoke hitting her in the face. The stress of the situation caused her mind to falter. Not able to process that her wand was in her hand, she resorted to her muggle upbringing, slamming her foot down on his and quickly pulling her knee up crushing his groin.

“Bitch!” Ron screamed out as he doubled over in pain. Hermione quickly spun as he lost his grip and started running.


~oOo~


Greg and Vincent were flanking Draco in the air as they approached, Blaise following behind them , Theo flying above the group. Theo fired a stunner at Ron, as he witnessed Hermione pull away and run.


~oOo~


Arthur and the remaining Order members brook through the trees while dueling the reaming Death Eaters. The group never faltered in their fighting as they made their way through the clearing Hermione and Ron occupied. Arthur still receiving instructions on Hermione’s location from Dumbledore, who was still safely ensconced at Headquarters.


~oOo~


Ron leveled his wand at Hermione shouting “Dinfindo!”. Theo’s stunner hitting him soundly in the back only a split second latter.


~oOo~


Lucius and Bella were fighting ferociously side-by-side, they could barely keep track of who was left. Lucius was surprised to hear a shout that sounded like Gibbons taunting Tonks. Remus was lazily shooting hexes at Alex Nott, trying to give Nott the opportunity to access their surroundings and get to his daughter.

Arthur was the closest to Ron and Hermione. Hermione was thrown forward as the slicing hex hit her in the shoulder, her body slamming painfully into to the ground, landing spread-eagle and face first in the mud.

Alex Nott did not hesitate as he witnessed Arthur stun Bella and turn towards Hermione. Before Arthur had a chance to fire his spell Alex raised his wand and cast “Avada Kedavra!”, the sickly green light colliding with Arthur's back, sending him face first to the ground, his lifeless eyes staring blankly.

Hermione was struggling to pull herself up on all fours, the pain in her shoulder so great it was rendering her arm useless. Her entire body was aching, she fought stoically against the unbearable pain. She slowly brought herself up, her weight being balanced on her knees and good arm. Her resolved faltered at the site of her mother’s mangled wand, which was still grasped tightly in her hand. Right as her arm started to give out from under her she felt two large hands grip her under the arm and lift her into the air. She screamed out in pain as the gash in her shoulder was twisted and stretch.

She was shocked when the hands let go of her and she was dropped on broom, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her against a firm chest. A mumbled hold on was all she heard before the broom lurched forward picking up speed and height.

With her eyes squeezed shut, Hermione was not able to see the fighting behind her. She did not see the Death Eaters holding the Order back, both in the air and on the ground. She was not able to see Theo Nott knocked from his broom. She did hear a man shout, “Shit, we don’t have port keys.”

Draco loosened his grip on Hermione as he flew out over the open sea, although Hermione did not relent her grip on his arm. He was so caught up in getting out away from the fighting, he had not realized only Greg and himself had made it to the open water.

Draco called over to Greg, “Goyle, we can make it to one of the safe houses on the Mainland. They don’t want us appariting to the Manor, it’s being watched by Aurors. We can contact them when we get there.”

His oversized friend just grunted in response.


~oOo~


Severus was watching the map intently. The dot he had been tracking was moving over the sea at an extremely fast pace. He could only hope that meant she was in the hands of one of the young initiates.

After explaining to her father the terms of the vow Dumbledore made her take, Isabella was given calming draught and sent to bathe and rest with the assistance of a house-elf. Initially she fought them insisting she could help them, but they were able to convince her that she would be needed more when Hermione returned.

All these years my sister has been alive.

He couldn’t imagine the hell she went through, afraid that any retaliation would be the death of Hermione. Finding out his uncle was living with them was even a bigger shock, after his father died he never even gave the Snape’s a second thought.

The sounds of the people arriving back at the Manor broke Severus out of his mental musings.

A fairly worn and battered looking Lucius called out, “Draco has her, Greg is with him. We sent two other flyers after them but they were unable to catch them. They don’t have port-keys.”

Severus nodded to the map indicating he was watching them. “How many injured are there?”

Lucius shook his head, “I think almost everyone has some sort of injury, Theo took a good spill but he will be alright. Hermione was injured, I was too far away to see the extent. Rowling and Fisch are dead. Other than that I think everything is pretty minor. Nott killed Arthur Weasley.” Lucius had a smile on his face as he reported this tid-bit of information.

Severus smiled in return. “Really, Alex?”

Lucius nodded. “Remus is going to be happy ,yeah?”

Severus smiled again, “yeah, he believes it was Arthur who warned Dumbledore of Potter’s change of heart.” He paused for a moment before pointing down to the map. “I’m sure they are going to one of the safe houses on the Mainland. Well pick them up from there.”


~oOo~


“You alright there, Hermione?” now that things calmed down, Draco had taken notice to all of the blood on Hermione shoulder and back.

Her only response was a weak nod, although the death grip she had on his arm was reassuring he still wanted to hear her speak. “Come on, Hermione, let me hear that obnoxious voice of yours.”

She let out a little huff before asking, “can you slow down? I really don’t like flying.”

He did not slow down, but did pull her more firmly against him, he also realized for the first time that her eyes were squeezed shut. He wiggled his arm from her grip and pulled his robes up around the side of her, repeating the action on the other side. She griped the robes as if her life depended on it, and seemed to relax a bit when he returned his arm to her abdomen.

“Relax, Hermione, I’m not going to let you fall. I’m not really sure what my father would do if I told him I lost her somewhere over the Atlantic.” He snorted at his own joke, by the stiffening at the mentioning of his father did not go unnoticed.

I wonder how much she knows.

With that thought in mind Draco decided to push a bit. He leaned his head into her cocoon bring himself close to her ear. “You can open your eyes, Hermione, you’re safe and you won’t be able to see anything anyway. Although the view is spectacular.”

She turned her towards his voice a bit, trying to relax and pry her eyes open. She was shocked by how close she was to Draco, she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. She was surprised at how safe she felt flying with him, Harry being the only other person she would fly with, and even then she couldn’t control her panic even though she knew Harry wouldn’t let her fall- at least not on purpose. “Where are we going?”

“To a safe house.” He paused for a moment. “I imagine they’ll send Snape or my father to retrieve us.”

Yep, definite stiffening, let’s see how she responds to this.

“They may send your father, but I’m not sure. He’s been in a bit of denial, I think he is afraid to believe we would be able to retrieve you.”

She didn’t respond at all to what he said, if anything he thought she may have slumped a bit. “Hold on, were approaching the house.” Draco looked over to Greg and called out, “Let’s circle once, make sure no one is watching.”

Greg nodded, the two started circling the house as they made their decent.


~oOo~


They landed their brooms in front of a small cottage. Hermione was surprised at the way Draco gently supported her under the arm. She swayed a bit when her feet touched the ground, she must of lost a quite a bit of blood. Her surprise was quickly forgotten when Greg Goyle approached her, and without saying anything scooped her up in his arms, cradling her as if she were a baby and weighed nothing.

The inside of the cottage was unremarkable, there was a single bed pushed against one wall, and a fireplace on the other side of the room, with two wing-backed chairs in front of it. There was a door on the wall opposite of the entrance that Hermione imagined was a loo.

Greg place her on the bed and Draco came over and sat next to her. Looking at Goyle, he spoke , “check the bath for the potion kit. We’ll need some warm water and rags, no magic.”

Hermione stiffened as she felt Draco gently finger the edge of her shirt. “We need to get this off so we can clean up your wound, alright.” She nodded her head in response, and allowed him to help her gently lift the garment over her head.
Greg Goyle stood in the center of the room, holding the towels and a bowel of water, openly gaping at Hermione’s satin and lace covered breast. They could be considered slightly above average in size, but her was okay with that, he was slightly above average in size to.

Hermione looked up sensing some looking at her , she turned beet red and stiffened when she realized Goyle was openly gaping at her. Draco looked up from inspecting her wound and chastised his friend, “Bloody hell, Goyle, she’s bleeding all over the place. Bring that stuff over here and stop ogling her!”

Draco handed Hermione a towel to cover herself with, and with a smug grin commented, “You know, I have always pictured you as a sensible under-things type of girl.” He handed her a pain potion to drink, and suspected she was able to identify it since she didn’t ask what it was before she downed it in one gulp.

She huffed at his comment. With the pain potion quickly going to her head she did not hesitate with her response, “I didn’t know you were in the habit of picturing my under-things.”

Draco smirked. “I’m male, Hermione, and I have been picturing your under-things since third, when you punched me in my nose.”

“Well, I assure you they were still white cotton at the time, and you deserved to get punched,” she huffed at him. She did not notice both of the boys blush and squirm a bit as they were both assaulted with similar mental pictures of Hermione in her satin and lace bra wearing mismatched white cotton knickers.

Draco started murmuring soothingly to her as he started applying dittany to her wound, “this is going to hurt a bit, take deep breaths.” As tears began to fill her eyes, he continued, “almost done.” Trying to take her mind off things he asked, “do you have any questions, I know you must be chomping at the bit to ask.”

Hermione was feeling as if he mind had settled in the middle of a dense fog, a very warm soothing dense fog, and her mind was happy there- she never had any tolerance for pain potions. Being unable to formulate an intelligent question, she let out a resigned sign and in a small voice said, “my family hates me.”
Draco finished cleaning up her wound, and gently titled her head to look at him. He smiled at the glazed look in her eyes. “Hermione, your family does not hate you, they have been looking for you for a very long time.”

She shook her head, “no, they don’t like me. Theo’s dad was at the Department of Mysteries and I’m pretty sure he tried to kill me.”

So she knows she’s a Nott, just not how she is a Nott.

“Hermione, I am not going to make pretend I know or understand everything that went that night at the Ministry. I do know Mr. Nott, and he would not try and kill a child, and you were still very much a child at that point.”

Draco released her chin and stood. He re-moved his outer robes, and began unbuttoning his shirt. Hermione watched fascinated as Draco shucked of his black silk shirt. She drank in the sight of his broad chest and shoulders, eyes roving over the lean, well-defined muscles on his arms, chest, and abdomen.

No wonder I felt safe flying with him, Harry does not look like that!

“See something you like?” Draco asked as he approached her and handed her his shirt. She looked at it confusedly as she responded, “you have a lot of muscles.” Greg snorted, and Draco grinned at her. “You know I think pain potion has a very positive effect on you. Put the shirt on Hermione, while I can assure you that Greg and I don’t mind the view, I’m pretty sure you’ll want to protect you modesty when the others come to retrieve us.”

She blushed, and winced as she pulled the shirt up her shoulders. She started fumbling with the buttons when she was interrupted by Goyle’s hysterical laughter.

“You... you… look like one of those wizards-“ Goyle was gasping for air, struggling to speak through his laughter. “-on the cover of those books my mum reads. Draco, are you Bewitching the Maiden?” Goyle double-over in laughter. Hermione started giggling at Draco, who had put his outer-robes back on sans shirt. Recognizing the name of one of the cheesy romance novels, Draco opened his robes, jutted out his chin, and puffed his chest out proudly. “So, I have a solid future in book covers then?” Hermione could not help laughing at them.

As the laughter died down, Draco went back to Hermione helping her with buttons on his shirt. “When do you think they will come for us?” she asked him.

Draco shrugged. “I guess it depends on how they get here, I partly expected them to be here by now. They would have been alerted as soon as we entered the house. Plus they have been tracking you all night, Uncle Severus made some potion… it was actually quite brilliant.”

Hermione wanted to know more about this potion, but with the pain potion on board and the first glimpses of dawn braking through on the horizon she couldn’t conjure the energy to ask. Draco looked at her, taking in the dark circles under her eyes and the dazed look in them, and took pity on her. Pulling himself back against the headboard he kicked his feet up onto the bed, he gave her a tug so her head rested on his chest. “Close your eyes and for a bit, it’s been a long night.” She didn’t bother arguing, he was right. She felt Draco’s arm snake around her as she drifted to sleep.

Greg raised his eyebrows incredulously, why can’t he be that confident with women. Draco just smiled at him, quite content having the little witch use him as a pillow.

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A/N
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I have to make a correction to chapter 1, Hermione’s birthday should be 8/19/1981 making her 10 when they started Hogwarts, and only a couple of months old when the Potter’s were attacked.
The format in the beginning of the chapter may be a little confusing, I was trying to create a sense of chaos, although I do not believe I accomplished that.
Yeah, that’s right everyone, I killed Arthur Weasley and Rowling! That would be my own retaliation against the killing spree JKR went on in book 7, killing off most of the characters we love!
There are no trees on Foula, I made the assumption after reading that many birds take refuge there… in my moment of idiocy I did not consider sea birds do not need trees! Since this is fiction we can imagine there are magical trees that the muggles cannot see.
To address the questions on the Snape and Hermione’s relation…
Chapter 3 will have more on the relations but I will give you a heads up on the Snape situation. Eileen Prince married Tobias Snape and had Severus, Eileen had an affair, the bi-product of that being two daughters. Sev is their half brother. Don’t fret though, Tobias was an abusive asshole, he really didn’t deserve a faithful wife! Hermione’s real mum died, and the aunt was forced to care for her under the pretense they are muggles.

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