Stone Angels
Shatter Like Glass
Shatter like Glass
Hermione sat before the fire
staring at the envelope baring her name in her father’s spiky script. Behind
her, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, and Arianna Granger slept soundly while Molly
Weasley, with the assistance of two house elves, added more desks and chairs to
the room. She was completely oblivious to that though as she stared at the
envelope.
“Hermione dear,” said Mrs. Weasley
softly, “staring at it like it’s going to bite you won’t help any. Whatever
information it holds will not change or be any easier the longer you stare at
it.”
Hermione nodded and bit her lip
before blurting out, “Do you miss him?”
Molly looked sad for a moment but
answered firmly, “Every moment, but I know that he did what he had to do. I’m
proud to say that he was my husband and father of my children. I know that I
will never forget him.”
“When will Ron and Ginny be here?”
she asked.
“In a few hours.
Fred and George are bringing them, along with Neville and Luna.”
“What about Harry?” asked Hermione
avoiding the envelope.
“Remus made plans with Bill and
Charlie to go get him. It seems Dumbledore gave them permission to give the
muggles some trouble, not that I blame him one bit.” She said, “
“Thank you,” sighed
Hermione softly before picking up the envelope and tearing it opened. As she
pulled the paper from within, Molly Weasley nodded and moved to begin adding
books to the shelves by hand. Unfolding the paper she silently began to read.
letter things have gone too far and you’ve taken Arianna to safety. Keep her
safe. I know, when I look back at you dancing until your feet bled and you
begged me to make you quit, I failed you as a father. I stood by and watched as
she hurt you and closed my eyes to it. I don’t expect you to forgive me, I
can’t forgive me. Remember I love you both with all of my heart.
your key and account number at the bank. My father left the Granger fortune to
you at my wishes. His home in
your sister. Remember to be her sister, she already had a mother. You are a
smart young woman, remember that and use it to your advantage. I never said it
but I am proud of you. No matter what happens I love you both. Don’t ever
forget it.
matter if the world is watching as long as it makes you happy.
Dad
Dropping the letter, Hermione
picked up one of the empty potions vials and threw it against the wall. Anger
beyond anything she had ever felt before consumed her and she continued to
throw the vials at the wall.
Severus Snape was pulled from sleep
by the sound of breaking glass. Completely awake, he looked around to find
Hermione smashing his potions vials against the wall. Molly Weasley looked
stunned, a stack of books still in her arms as she kept busy by organizing the
books without magic. He quickly held up a hand as she started to put the books
down. He would deal with Hermione. As he approached, he repaired and levitated
the vials back to the table for her to break again.
“Hermione,” he said softly.
“He knew!” she cried, “He knew and
he just stood back and watched as she poisoned Arianna. All those years, I begged
him. I begged and begged to quit. I tried misbehaving and tried to quit without
them. He knew and he just let her go on with it as though it was alright.”
It didn’t take long for him to
realize that she was only working herself up more and more. In her currant
condition it wasn’t good for her so he wrapped his long arms around her and
pulled her into his lap. Coming around the table, Remus picked up the forgotten
letter and scanned over it quickly.
“Her father knew and did nothing
about it,” grumbled Lupin.
“I gathered as much,” said Snape
holding the broken girl and wishing he had a spell or potion to mend her.
“I don’t understand what he meant
by ‘dance till her feet bled and bd hid him to make her quit’” continued the
werewolf.
“I started dance lessons when I was
three,” said Hermione startling them, “I guess I excelledballballet. By the
time I was six, I was performing with much older and experienced dancers. There
was a time when I loved to dance, to get lost in the music and let my feet take
me where the music lead. She made me practice day in
and day out. Some days I would stop only long enough to eat. When I was nine I
performed with the Russian ballet. I hated it then, hated being the youngest
person to ever dance with them, and I had no choice. I begged and begged my
father to let me quit dancing. During one of the rehearsals, one of the dancers
fell during a leap and I got an idea. They said she’d never be able to dance
again because of the injury. I waited, biding my time until I came home. One
day during one of her long dance sessions, I took the leap and forced myself to
land wrong. I wasn’t badly injured but I convinced the doctor to tell my mother
I couldn’t dance anymore. He wasn’t very interested in cooperating. Twenty
minutes of trying to talk to her through repeated questions about my ability to
dance again, he helped me. I’ve never danced since.”
“But what was that about your feet
bleeding?” asked Molly Weasley.
“My shoes,” sighed
Hermione feeling a lot calmer, “The toe is wood,” at their confused looks she
took out her wand and transfigured the book on top of Molly’s pile into a pair
of pointe slippers. Seeing the still confused look on
Remus Lupins face she kicked off her shoes and slipped her feet into the
slippers and laced them up.
Standing with ease, as though she
hadn’t ever quit, she went into releve and began to
pirouette around them. The three adults watched in awe as she moved. When she
finally came to a halt in front of Severus Snape, he gently assisted her in
sitting neatly in his lap. He was unhappy with how pale she had become. With a
snap, Dobby was there with a bowl of soup.
“That was beautiful, but you are
still too weak to be doing things like that,” He chastised gently, “I see how,
if the toe of the shoe is wood, your feet would bleed.”
“Most people develop calluses but
after so many hours of dancing the calluses would peel off,” she began taking
the pointe slippers off, “I could never keep the
calluses and didn’t have the leisure of potions that would have healed the wounds
quickly or spells that would have prevented the rubbing to begin with.”
“Hermione,” Said Remus kneeling in
front of her, “thank you for showing me,” he was interrupted by a knock at the
door. “That must be Bill and Charlie.”
As she watched him walk over and
open the door, she was surprised to find that she was exhausted and sore.
Looking down at her arms she was horrified by the color. Bruises mostly still
purple and nearly black covered every inch of her skin. She began trembling,
realizing how bad her situation had truly been, and she felt arms tighten
around her.
“Are you all right?” asked Severus
Snape as he watched her examine her arms.
“I just realized how many bruises
there are,” she sighed, “and how bad the situation really was.”
“It was not a good situation but I
don’t understand why you never said anything to anyone.”
“In all truthfulness
every summer for your parties is abuse then we were in the perfect home.”
“Hermione,” exclaimed Bill Weasley
as they entered, “We come bringing gifts.”
“Bill, Charlie, it’s so good to see
you,” Smiled Hermione as she fought tears.
Charlie came over and gently lifted
her in a hug before whispering in her ear, “If you care to face a dragon,
you’ll probably walk away with less bruises.”
“We’re so glad that you’re okay,”
said Bill holding out a box for her to open, “Open it.”
Hermione was startled but resumed
her seat with Snape and carefully opened the box. Inside she found two gold
lockets, one shaped like a butterfly and the other wrapped in roses. When she
touched the one with roses on it, it popped open revealing a strangely shaped
compartment that was easily covered by a moving picture frame.
“It can hide a secondary wand, a
potion, and a small bag of floo powder. They are replica’s
of some I found in a tomb in
The Pharaoh’s wife was a witch that had been disarmed in battle and feared
being left without a wand so she had these made. You and your sister each have
one and an appointment with Olivander for a back up wand. It’s not uncommon to
keep a spare wand handy, especially in wartime or certain field of study.”
“Thank you so much,” gasped
Hermione, tears glistening down her cheeks, “How did you know I was afraid of
loosing my wand?”
“We were there when Dumbledore came
to get mom,” explained Charlie, “we talked about it a little after mom left and
came to the conclusion that we would be afraid to lose our wands too so it
seemed to be a sensible gift.”
“Thank you,” whispered Hermione so
softly they nearly missed it.
“You’re like a sister to us
`Mione.” Said Charlie softly, “Now, as much as we hate to leave, we have a
brother to go save. It seems the Muggles treat Harry worse than an animal so
we’re going to fix that. Tonks and Moody should be there with the muggle
authorities soon. We need to be ready to meet them.”
“Will you come back after and have
dinner with us?” asked Hermione.
“Yeah, Mom won’t let us leave until
we have dinner anyways,” smiled Bill, “don’t worry with mom working here you’ll
be seeing a lot of us. We have dinner together every Sunday. No escape for
anyone now.”
“It sounds fun,” admitted Hermione,
“Meals at home were always on the run. We never actually sat down and ate
together.”
“Then it will be great.”
“Bill, Charlie,” said Hermione,
“Will you keep this until you come back. Arianna should be awake then. I think
you should give it to her. She doesn’t know… understand how helpless I felt
without my wand. I don’t want her to feel that way.”
“We understand Hermione,” said
Charlie taking the box, “We’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
Both elder Weasley boys kissed her
forehead before following Lupin out the door. Once they were gone, Hermione
found herself snuggled up against Severus Snape who looked slightly helpless as
she fell asleep.
It was
early when Harry was awakened by the sound of his Aunt moving. He knew she was
probably sore. Things had changed after his fifth year. His Aunt, trying to
protect him, had only put herself into a bad situation. Not only did
and
had taken to mistreating her as well. In a way, Harry missed his days as little
more than a house elf. At least in that lifetime
and
As he rolled from his bed he
wondered how long it would take for someone to figure out why Hedwig was
hanging around. He hoped that it would be soon, Petunia wasn’t going to make it
much longer and once she was gone he wouldn’t last either. As much as she had
made his life hard in the past, she was protecting him now.
“Harry, it’s time to get up,” she
whispered softly, “
will be up soon. We need to have it ready before they get up.”
“I’m up Aunt Petunia,” sighed
Harry, “Are you gonna be okay today?”
“I’ll have to be.”
“I wish I could get to my wand,”
complained Harry softly, “At least with my wand I’d be able to call the night
bus.”
As they talked quietly about their
need for assistance, the heard the time lock on the door open and they rushed
out. They preformed their duties in silence and tried their best not to be
seen. It didn’t help that as they worked,
them or turned up the burners on the stove so things burned, anything to be
able to punish them. Finally, it was time for
to leave for work.
They weren’t put back in their cell
like room with the time lock.
could work for him, waiting on him hand and foot like
misguided house elves. It didn’t take him long to find something wrong, to give
himself a reason to punish them. His coffee wouldn’t be warm enough, then it
would be too warm, and it would begin.
He would begin slow, starting with
his beefy palm opened but leaving no less of a bruise than if it had been a
fist. From there it would go on, open palm to fist, fist to foot until he could
get creative. The cogs of his miniscule brain turning at a furious pace, it was
most dangerous when those cogs turned.
his father, was a cruel being. His goal, to cause as much
pain as possible with little work. Creativity drew upon the things
around them so it was no surprise when the loud knock found Harry with his hand
pressed firmly against the burner of the stove. His cry of pain was more than
enough for the muggle authorities to force open the door.
Remus Lupin, Bill Weasley, Charlie
Weasley, Tonks, and Moody were quick to follow the muggles into the Dursley’s
home. As the fairly large, and well armed, group poured into the kitchen
dropped Harry and backed away.
“What are you doing here?” he
demanded, “My father is away at work and will not be home until after. You
can’t just storm in here. This is a private residence.”
“Call your father,” ordered Lupin,
“Tell him to come home immediately. Tell him nothing else,” Lupin turned to
where Charlie was tending to Harry’s severely burned hand, “How is he Charlie.”
“This neeendiending to,” stated the
red head snappishly, “I need to take him to Mom.”
“It’s all right Aunt Petunia,”
Harry ground out through the pain, “These people are safe. You remember my
other Godfather Remus Lupin. I don’t know if you met his girlfriend Tonks. The
two red heads are friends too.”
“We need to get the boy to the
hospital,” said the Muggle police officer.
“Charlie is a paramedic,” announced
Harry trying to stay conscious through the pain, “Please, let me go with him.
Remus Lupin turned to Moody and the
muggle authorities. He was happy to realize that the social worker was looking
him up and down and smiling.
“You said this man is your
godfather?”
“Yes,” hissed Harry.
“Where do you work? Can you support
a child? When and where would he attend school?”
“I’m a professor in
yes I can support a child, He would begin school in the fall at the school
where I teach,” responded Lupin easily, “I’ve just been hired and am not
settled yet but I can always be contacted through Tonks.”
“Settled,” she said happily, “Make
sure that gets treated and I want to see you at this address in three days.”
Lupin took the card she handed him,
“Thank you,” responded Lupin before meeting her eyes, “May we gather some of
his things?”
“Yes, yes,” said the woman as she
focused on the trembling Petunia Dursley, “Mrs. Dursley I’d assume. Come now Dearling,
you’re safe now.”
“Harry,” sobbed the older woman, “I
promised I’d protect him. I tried so hard.”
“I know you did Dearling,”
comforted the woman, “Moody, Does Dumbledore have somewhere for us to take her?
This trauma is…”
“Go with Lupin and the boys,” moody
chuckled to himself, “They didn’t know you’re a graduate of the very school
he’s teaching at.”
“Oh, yes, had a wonderful time
there. Decided not to give up my heritage though and keep my eyes open for
children who need special help.” She eyed the officer standing next to Dudley,
“Dearling, who hurt you?”
Petunia closed her mouth and hid
her face, “It’s okay Aunt Petunia,” comforted Harry,
“They’ll take care of us. Uncle Vernon and Dudley can’t hurt us anymore.”
“You have to tell me so that we can
arrest them,” said the woman, “We can take you somewhere safe.”
“They did, my son and my husband
hurt us,” Petunia began to sob and it disquieted Harry more than he thought
possible.
He hadn’t seen her cry yet. Over
the entire summer since she protected him, he had never seen her cry. Through
the beatings and the starvation she had not shed a single tear. He never asked
what happened behind closed doors, he didn’t need to. Just the thought of it
was enough to make him sick.
As the six of them left the house
on private drive Remus Lupin studied the woman. As he studied her he realized
that he knew her. She had graduated the same year as he did.
“Michelle Gerhat,” said Lupin
softly, “I thought you looked familiar.”
“It’s Brindlebur now,” She smiled
softly, “I was wondering if you’d recognize me. How’s the rest of your little
gang?”
“You’re looking at the last of us,”
sighed Lupin tiredly, “This is Lily’s sister Petunia and Lily and James’ son
Harry. Can you aperate with her?”
“Yes,” she replied thoughtfully,
“Where are we aperating to?”
“Which do you prefer, Hogsmeade or
the aperation point just outside of Hogwarts?”
“The aperation point is fine,” she
looked at the cowering form of Petunia, “There won’t be as many people, less
traumatic.”
“Lupin go ahead and help her, we’re
going to hurry him straight to mom,” said Charlie.
“Go, I’ll meet you there with them.
The password is Aurora Angelae.”
“I’ll go with her then you follow,”
stated Michelle Brindlebur as she wrapped her arms around Petunia Dursley.
With a nod Lupin watched her go
before following in a muted pop. When he appeared at the aperation point he
found her rubbing Petunia Dursley’s back as the woman emptied her stomach. When
they were sure that she was finished, Remus cast a quick cleaning charm and
offered her his arm. Petunia carefully looked him over before accepting his arm
and allowing them to lead her towards the castle.
“Lily and Harry both got to live
here,” she said so softly that only Remus heard.
“Welcome to Hogwarts Mrs. Dursley,”
said Remus Lupin softly.
“Not Dursley,” Stated the woman
seriously, “Evens. I’ll not be going back to him. Y… you may call me Petunia
though.”
Remus smiled at her gently, “I’m
Remus Lupin. You may call me Remus.”
“Are you the Remus that Lily was
always talking about, the one that was friends with James?”
“Yes.”
Petunia was silent as they gained
the stairs of Hogwarts. As they reached the top, the heavy doors were thrown
opened by non other than Albus Dumbledore. The sight of the ancient wizard
seemed to calm Petunia Evens and she sagged against Lupin’s arm.
“I tried to keep my promise,” she
said softly.
“I know child, I know.”
Hermione sat with her head on
Severus Snape’s shoulder. Around her, Molly Weasley was still working, humming
a lullaby that Hermione had never heard before.
confused. Snape was not the same. As she thought quietly to herself, she made
the potions vials dance around the table.
“Very good Hermione,” Snape’s voice
rumbled through her cheek startling her, “How long have you been able to do
that?”
“What?” she asked distractedly.
“Wand less magic,” he smiled realizing
that she hadn’t known what she was doing.
“Was I?” She asked confused.
“She’s been doing it all morning
Severus,” said Molly from in front of the fireplace, “Usually she’s lost in
thought when she does it.”
“I can do wand less magic,” said
Hermione incredulously as McGonagall walked in.
“You’ve been strong enough to do it
for at least a year,” said Minerva, “How are you feeling today?”
“A little tired,” answered
Hermione, “How did I learn wand less magic? I… I mean, I’ve read about it but
I’ve never seen it done.”
“It is not as rare a skill as many
old books believe but one born of necessity,” said Severus Snape, “Like the
ability to become an Animagi you have to reach a certain level of skill and
power that many witches and wizards never have the motivation to meet. The
greatest difference between wand less magic and other skills seems to be need.
A certain amount of fear seems to trigger the ability to use wand less magic.”
“Witches and Wizards that lose the
ability to speak also develop wand less magic very quickly,” said Professor
McGonagall, “and those born without the ability to speak develop wand less
magic as everyone else learns to use their wands.”
Across the room, the door burst
opened admitting Bill and Charlie. Charlie carried Harry like a smile child
despite his adult height. Molly Weasley immediately dropped what she was doing
and moved to help her sons and Harry.
“What happened?” she asked clearly
upset.
“The fat boy was burning his hand,”
said Charlie sitting down with Harry.
“
it over the burner,” said Harry through the pain, “Aunt Petunia is worse off
then me. I… I think she has broken ribs and the cut on her arm is infected
too.”
“I will take care of her when she
arrives,” said Molly as she looked over his hand, “Right now, I’ll take care of
you. Dobby, retrieve the burn salves from the hospital wing. Quickly
now.”
“`Mione, who are all these
Hermione looked at Snape who gently
propelled her to her feet and towards the beds where Arianna sat up in her bed,
“They’re friends Arianna.”
“There are a lot of them,” the
small girl smiled Shyly.
“I know it’s different, but you’ll
get used to it,” comforted Hermione, “It’s kind of like being in a really big
family.”
“What’s happening over there?”
“A lot of bad things happened this
summer,” said Hermione softly, “They’re helping Harry right now. Let’s leave
them to take care of things. Winky!”
“Yes Miss?” asked the elf entering
with a pop.
“Arianna and I would like to get
cleaned up, would you be able to help us?” asked Hermione glad she had given up
S.P.E.W.
“Yes Miss!” grinned Winky as she
rushed to get them clean clothes from their trunks. As the eager house elf went
through their clothes, it was obvious that she wasn’t happy with what she
found, “No good, no good at all. Yous
is witches Miss. Winky will make it right. Yous be
watched at the possessive house elf chose Hermione’s dark blue dress and
Arianna’s deep green one. After retrieving undergarments and shoes, the bright
eyed elf ushered them to the large bathroom.
Once they entered the bathroom,
Hermione was surprised to see three goddess statues each holding a jar, dish,
or vase. While Hermione and Arianna looked around, Winky filled the large bath
with exquisitely warm water. The two girl watched as she reached up and tapped
the maiden and bath oil poured from her bowl filling the room with the scent of
apples. It was heavenly to the two girls as the slipped into the water after
weeks of being unable to bathe. After several minutes of
soaking Arianna finally broke the silence.
“This isn’t a bath Hermione, this
is a pool.”
Hermione was happy to see her
sister feeling better than she had in years, “It’s
wonderful here Arianna.”
Hermione nearly shrieked when Winky
began washing her hair, “It okay Miss, Winky won’t hurt you Miss. Winky is just
washing your hair.”
“I’m sorry Winky, I’m just a little
jumpy right now,” apologized Hermione.
“Missy does not need to
mistreated before Dumbledore found her and gave Winky a job,” Winky washed her
hair several times before declaring her clean and ready to get out. The small
elf helped Hermione out of the water and wrapped her in a large tow towel
before transfiguring the dark blue dress into a comfortable summer robe. As
Hermione began drying off to get dressed she looked over to see her sisters
honey colored eyes filled with tears.
“I thought it was a nightmare
`Mione,” the younger girl said looking over the bruises that covered her
Hermione surveyed her sisters
bruises and felt the sadness nearly overwhelm her again, “I know,
Winky quickly finished with
Arianna’s long dark hair and helped the still weak girl from the bath. While
Hermione got herself dressed, Winky helped the smaller girl get dressed in the
transfigured green dress. With a few well placed charms, their hair was pulled
away from their faces and half held up showing the impressive length of it.
“They should be done healing
Harry’s hand by now,” Said Hermione softly, “Are you ready to meet my other
family?”
Arianna nodded, nervous and
terrified, excited and amazed. How many times had they heard that no one else would
want them. Her mind ran as fast and clear as a
mountain spring for the first time in a long time and what it found frightened
her. Reaching out like a child much younger than her nearly eleven years, she
took Hermione’s hand tightly in hers before they exited the bath.
Entering the common room they came
face to face with Harry, Bill, Charlie, Remus, Severus, Minerva, Molly, awo
wo
strange women. Without wasting an instant Hermione was on edge. Before she
could do more than pull Arianna behind her, Harry was on his feet and pulling
her into a hug.
“`Mione, they told me what
happened,” He muffled into her hair, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, Harry, I’m gonna be okay,”
she smiled, “Harry, I have someone for you to meet. This is my sister Arianna.
She starts school here this year.”
Harry turned his attention to the
small girl behind Hermione. To see her eyes, it was like looking back in time
to meeting Hermione on the train but it was not the same girl. Beyond her eyes,
her hair was long and far more straight than Hermione
had ever managed to get her hair. Arianna was shorter and skinnier than
Hermione had been, as though she had been starving half her life.
“Hello Arianna, I’m Harry.”
“Hello,” she replied softly.
“Hey, don’t forget about us,”
grinned Charlie.
Hermione smiled and touched the
rose locket around her neck, “Arianna, you won’t lack for big brothers anymore.
The two red heads are Bill and Charlie. They have something for you.”
The two elder Weasley boys came
over to them, a small box in hand,
“We have a new baby sister to spoil
now Mum,” said Charlie kneeling down in front of her.
Bill also knelt and held the box
out to her. They both watched her face as she opened the small box and saw the
butterfly locket.
“It’s so beautiful,” gasped
Arianna, “but… but I don’t deserve this.”
“Nonsense,” said Bill picking it up
and clasping it around her neck, “You’re family now. You’ll get used to having
brothers that can’t say no to you now. Now, this is a special locket. It has a
secret place inside to keep a spare wand, a potion, and a small bag of floo
powder.”
“Floo powder?” asked Arianna.
“It’s a way to travel through
fire,” explained Harry, “You’ll see later. We have more people for you to
meet,” he took both their hands and led them into the group of people, “I guess
you’ve already met Professor Snape, Professor Lupin, and Professor McGonagall.
This is Mrs. Weasley, she’ll be teaching charms this year. She’s kind of like
the mom we all wish we had. This is my Aunt Petunia, she’s a muggle but she’s
going to be staying with us for a while. Have you met Headmaster Dumbledore?”
Arianna nodded before curtsying as
she was taught to do at parties, “He was the first person I met when I woke up.”
“You’re the Granger girls that my
superiors wanted me to see,” said Michelle Brindlebur,
“I’m glad to see you both up and about. When I spoke to Albus last night he
wasn’t sure when you’d be able to speak with me. Albus used a
be able to tell the court. I doubt that you’ll be needed to testify. With that
done, I’ll leave you to your Professors. Albus assured me that you’ll be well
cared for.”
“I have a question,” said Hermione
softly, “I usagicagic outside of school, why didn’t I get into trouble?”
“Ah, well, your use of a time
turner your third age aged you nearly a year and a half. Which means while
your peers are only seventeen, you are eighteen.”
“Oh,” she said stunned.
“It’s something we can speak of
later, right now I think we need to open the door,” said Dumbledore with a
twinkle.
Remus Lupin walked over and opened
the door just in time to see Ron, Luna, Ginny, and Neville walking up with Fred
and George in tow.
“Remus, What are you doing here?”
asked Ron.
“Teaching DADA this year again,”
said Remus with a bit of a smile, “Come on in.”
“Where’s Hermione?” asked Ginny,
her arm was fixed in Luna’s.
“Inside introducing her sister to
everyone,” he grinned.
y, hy, how bad… how bad was it?”
“They’ve both still got the
bruise.”
“Then it had to be a poison that
reacts badly with healing potions,” said Luna, much of her oddly dreamy
disposition had dissipated since their experiences in fifth year, “Come on
Ginny, let’s go see them.”
Remus watched as the two girls ran
in to greet and hug their best friend.
“Hermione,” cried Ginny seeing the
bruise covered girl, “I tried to write to you but I got a nasty letter back.
I’m so sorry, I got so caught up in everything that we never came to make sure
you were all right.”
“It’s okay,” replied Hermione, “She
would have hurt you too. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you with everything.”
“We’re here now, okay,” Said Luna
softly, “We’ll take care of each other.”
“Ginny, Luna, I want you to meet my
sister Arianna.”
“I see our brothers all ready got
to you,” grinned Ginny pulling out an oval locket with a wolf howling on it.
Luna pulled out a round one with a moon and stars twinkling on it.
“Oi,
Ginny, are you going to give us a chance or what?” asked Fred with agreeing
nods from George and Ron.
“Whatever you do, don’t eat
anything he gives you without one of us okaying it” warned Ginny.
“Arianna,” said Hermione with a
smile, “These three are Fred, George, and Ron. Just consider them your
brothers. Fred and George own a joke shop. They like to use unsuspecting first
years as test subjects. I’m warning you right now Fred and George Weasley if
you even think of using her as a test subject I’ll hex you till your own mother
doesn’t even recze yze you.”
“Then you’ll have to face me,”
smiled their mother sweetly.
“We get it!” they both exclaimed
together.
“Neville, don’t hide over there,
come on over and meet Arianna,” said Hermione.
“I just didn’t want to get in the Arianna smiled but couldn’t help “I believe it’s time for you to “ You mean “Yes, you get to go, Hermione nodded and thought of “You’re fine Ms. Granger. We will “I have an idea Albus,” said Molly “Thank you,” said Hermione softly. Molly wrapped the girl in a hug and Authors Note- Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. Miz FiresAtMidnight
way,” blushed Neville, “Hello, Arianna.”
the yawn that stretched her face, “I’m so glad to meet you all.”
rest Miss. Granger,” said Albus Dumbledore, “I think a quick nap before your
trip to Diagon Alley.”
I get to go!” exclaimed Arianna brightly, “I never got to go before, Mum
wouldn’t let me go out.”
We are all going as a group,” said Dumbledore with a smile, “For now thought,
you must rest so you have the energy to explore. Hermione, you, Bill and I have
an appointment with a muggle that assists muggle born witch and wizards in
moving their money to Gringots.”
changing her clothes, “I should go change.”
be aperating directly to Mr. Marlo’s office.”
Hermione looked down at her nearly bare discolored arms and felt the
embarrassment rise up in her. The twinkle in his eyes dulled a little as he
lifted her chin, “He will not stare or ask. You have nothing to be embarrassed
about. You did nothing wrong.”
coming forward, “It’s the bruises that embarrass you, is that it Hermione?” the
girl nodded sadly, “Simple enough, a glamour will hide them easily.”
held her tightly until Hermione was able to prevent the tears.
August proved to hold a lot of surprises and a lot of tears. I buried five
friends in less than four weeks. September seems to be going better though so I
hope to have more chapters for you soon. I hope you enjoyed this chapter,
reviews are appreciated. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed.
Hermione’s 7th year though originally I had thought to use their 6th
year.
usually write shorthand in my notebook on my lunch and if I’m tired will forget
to change it back. Thank you for pointing it out, I will try to go back and fix
it.