Better than me? | Hermione Granger x Reader (GXG) (UNDER EDITING)

|| Y/N Crimson (PROLOGUE)

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎March 31st, 2004 — the birth of Y/N Crimson.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Two years before the First Wizarding War (1995–2006) ended, the newlyweds — Caspian and Amaryllis — welcomed a beautiful baby girl into the world. A blessing from God himself accorded upon the good British people. The chosen one that would save them from the tragedy that is Lord Voldemort.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Until the spouses vanished and fled the country to leave the war for their child's safety.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Be perfect."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Y/N Crimson never understood what made her special until those two words were imprinted in her mind like a brand. How could she, an impressionable little girl, be anything but, when her parents were Caspian Crimson and Amaryllis Thornfield — heirs to the two most powerful dynasties in the Wizarding World?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Be perfect."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Y/N looked downcast. That day, Caspian caught her in cahoots with Alexa Lenker, daughter of the Lenker family. The Crimsons forbade everything the Lenkers were — too naïve, too liberal, too much; they hung a pride flag on their front door, hosted Sunday barbecues, and invited No-Majs to their table — the 'freaks' Caspian spat the word like poison for.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎He tried to sue them for kidnapping, but Amaryllis shut it down before his claims even reached court. The morning after, Y/N woke up to shattered glass and broken walls. She was five.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Be perfect."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Caspian, hands clasped over his desk, looked down at Y/N with a gaze so cold it made her flinch.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Y/N had punched the boy he told her to befriend — but she didn't want to be his friend — he was cruel, snide, and empty. Caspian didn't care. He grounded her for a week and made her apologize. She was eight.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Be perfect."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎It was Y/N's debut. The first of the many forthcoming endless formal parties she'd have to attend, parties where Caspian would parade her around the fathers of bachelors he wanted her to marry. She was ten.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Y/N, come on!"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Evangeline, two years older and always two steps ahead, held Y/N's hand and pulled her along. They were halfway down Stone Hill Road, wind in their hair.