❝𝐀𝐒 𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐈 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋.❞
Hermione Granger x fem!oc
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"Excuse me?"
Nora didn't know whether she wanted to laugh or yell at them. Family? She had no other family. And she sure wasn't going to welcome strangers into her heart.
What heart? A voice scoffed in her head.
Correction: She wasn't going to let anyone in her nonexistent heart.
Better.
As if the woman was reading her thoughts (which she probably was, people didn't understand privacy nowadays) she laughed. Well, it was more like a cackle.
"Eleanor darling, it is me. Your mother!"
"Excuse me?"
Nora stood in shock, trying to process it all. She titled her head to the side, trying to decide if the woman was lying or not.
"You're mocking me, aren't you," Nora frowned. "You can't be my mother, my mother's a psycho locked up in Azkaban."
The two men roared with laughter. "S-She's right," said the one on the left. "Very right--"
The woman looked annoyed, and glared at Nora. Nora stared back.
"Are you stupid?"
"I'm not stupid," Nora hissed. "You're just being very vauge right now. What do you mean you're my family?"
The woman inhaled deeply before speaking once more. "Alright fuck it. Lucius ordered me to tell you gently, but you don't seem to be getting it. We are your crazy family that was locked up in Azkaban. I am Bellatrix Lestrange."
Nora still couldn't bring herself to believe it. The woman sighed, and took out a paper and held it out for Nora to take. Nora hesitatly took it.
She read the front cover and her eyes widened in shock.
MASS BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN
The page had pictures of the death eaters that escaped. Including pictures of the Lestranges. Nora glanced at them, and at the people in front of her, and to her horror, they looked very similar.
Unable to read the paper, she gave it back to the woman, or should she say, her mother.
This was the woman that gave birth to her, the insane woman that was locked up for her numerous crimes.
And this was the women Nora called crazy, to her face.
Shit.
"Ah, it seems like you're believing me," Her mother nodded. "It's hard to believe, blah, blah, blah, but we're your parents."
Nora nodded slowly, before turning her attention to the two men. "But there's two of them...are they both—"
"No you nasty child, that one," she pointed to the one in the middle. "Is your father. The other is his brother, your uncle."
