mudblood princess

Hermione

'Theo! Theodore!' Athena called out. She couldn't believe she had already lost him. 'I'm sorry mother.' She looked for him, calling out his name but she couldn't find him. She hoped he would make his way to Malfoy manor by himself.

'Well well, look what we have here.' a man said.

'Looks like little miss Nott is far from home.' a second man answered.

Athena looked behind her at the men. Three men looked back at her. They were obviously drunk. 'What's wrong? Not so brave now your deatheater daddy isn't here?' They started pointing their wands at her. They still didn't notice the baby girl in her arms. Athena decided to take a chance and started running away as fast as she could. She had the element of surprise on her side. She ran into the muggle world. She saw a cardboard box and placed Hermione in it.

'Don't worry. I'll come back for you. Just stay quiet.' And then she ran away again. When she was far enough from Hermione she slowed down. If the men would find her now, at least her sister would be safe from them.

'Did you really think you could run from us?' one of the men said angrily. 'Did you really think you could hide from us?'

'it's time for your kind to suffer just like we did for years.' another added. He raised his wand at her. 'Crucio!'

Athena cried out in pain.

The men just laughed and said 'Finally, you and all other death eater scum are were they belong. In the gutter.' They used crucio on her a few more times. She eventually passed out. And the men left her for dead. Going back to the leaky cauldron for another round of firewhiskey.

'sweetheart? Do you hear something?' A woman asked while going on a walk with her husband. They heard the muffled sound of a crying baby. They walked towards the source of the sound. And in a box beside a garbage bin was a little baby. She couldn't be older than two months.

'What do we do now?' the woman asked. Gently picking the baby up and wrapping it in her scarf.

'I guess we should go the hospital. Just to check whether she's alright or not. And they can contact social services from there.' answered the man.

'I guess you're right. Poor thing. Who could do such a thing?' the woman asked.

'There are a lot of desperate people out there, hunny.' the man answered sadly.

They brought the little girl to the hospital. They just checked in at the front desk of the emergency ward. Just then a girl on a hospital bed was wheeled in. Doctors were working frantically on her.

'Oh god. What happened?' asked the woman who was still holding Hermione.

'We don't know yet. A man found her laying in an ally. She wasn't conscious and we can't seem to get her back to consciousness. Even though she doesn't show any signs of external distress.' A nurse answered.

'I hope she'll get trough it.' the woman answered.

'We hope so too. But we fear for the worst.' the nurse answered truthfully.

'Hunny, it's our turn to get the baby checked.' her husband called out for her. The woman glanced once more at the door where the little girl was taken through. the poor girl couldn't have been older than ten years.  

They walked into a small, bright office. A man was sitting at a desk. He smiled kindly at them and said 'Hello. I'm doctor Evans.'

'good day. I'm Helen Granger and this is my husband.' the young woman introduced them to the doctor.

'So you found this baby in a box on the street?' asked the doctor while flipping trough some papers they had filled in while waiting.

Mr. Granger answered 'Yes we did. A few blocks removed from King Cross. There was no note or anything. Only the clothes she has on and a gold necklace with Hermione engraved in it. So we assumed that's her name.'

So the doctor continued 'Alright. Let's have a look at little Hermione then.'

The doctor did some basic tests and the results were all positive. 'Well, it seems this little one is a fighter. She's fine. Thank you very much for bringing her in. We will take care of everything from here.' the doctor shook their hands when they left and then handed Hermione to a social worker. And so Hermione ended up in an orphanage.

Eventually life went on. Hermione turned seven and was still in the orphanage. She had made one friend. His name was Harry Potter. The other kids seemed to think both of them were quit strange. Hermione didn't really mind she was just grateful to have Harry at her side.

Meanwhile Theo had made peace with the fact that the Malfoys were now his family. Draco was like a brother. They played together and fought one another. Sure he could talk to his parents their painting. But it just wasn't the same. He still had nightmares. The angry mob storming in, the green flash, the faces of his sisters that became blurrier with every passing day.

It was the first of september. Theo and Draco would start attending Hogwarts today. He was excited and nervous. In the back of his head he couldn't help but hope that maybe his sister Athena would be there. The Malfoys had looked for her and Hermione but they never found any trace of them.

They arrived at King Cross. All the memories flooded back to him. His sister's hand that slipped out of his own as he got stuck in the crowd. He heard his sister's voice yelling for him to come back. But he didn't see her. He tried so hard but he just couldn't reach her. And then he was alone.

'Theo, are you okay?' Asked Draco.

'Yeah, I'm fine. This place just brings back a lot of memories.' Theo answered truthfully. Draco put his arm around his shoulder and together they ran trough the wall on to the platform.