The Marauder's heiress returns

Horrible daughter and Yule Gifts

Wasn't the best chapter I've put out but wanted to provide one anyway. I'd love to hear some ideas on what you might want to see in this story! I'm up for suggestions!

The next morning, Adelaide sat in the back garden on the swing chair, holding a cup of coffee in one hand while reading that morning's Daily Prophet. The main photograph on the front page featured Adelaide in her ball gown, looking majestic and beautiful, with smaller moving pictures of her dancing with her father, uncles, and best friends. Most of the article was positive, which Adelaide had ensured, as Rita Skeeter was secretly on her payroll. However, what caught her attention was a section revealing Dumbledore's failed plan to gatecrash the event, along with a more dramatized explanation for his lack of an invitation. This article likely sparked rumours, particularly among those in the Ministry and families of higher standing.

A cold smirk appeared on her face, knowing full well it would cause quite a stir.

Meanwhile, at Number 8 Heathgate, Hampstead Garden Suburb, London, Hermione Granger sat against the headboard in her bedroom, gripping her subscription to the Daily Prophet tightly in her fists. She glared at the front cover, her face flushed with anger and jealousy as she watched Adelaide dancing around the luxurious ballroom in the arms of several handsome men. However, what angered her the most was the blatant disrespect this journalist had for the headmaster, whom she believed to be the most powerful and kindest wizard ever to grace the wizarding world. Hermione couldn't understand why anyone would treat Headmaster Dumbledore in such a way, especially after all he had done for their world. Not only had he defeated Grindelwald, but he was also actively working to improve the magical world for Muggle-borns, easing their transition and striving to eliminate the outdated traditions that had long persisted in their society.

Hermione had been visited by the older wizard during her time in St Mungos, the curse having affected her a lot more than she anticipated. She couldn't remember much from the incident, only knowing that Dolohov as well as Potter and her little gang were there when she had been struck with the curse. A part of her believed it was Potter who had fired the curse as Hermione felt the girl was jealous of her close bond with the headmaster and knew that Hermione was smarter than her.

"Hermione sweetie" Her mother's small voice called out from behind the closed door, and an instant wave of annoyance shot through her. Sure, she loved her parents but they could never understand her the way she needs. She sees many children from Hogwarts at the station with their parents, and it is easy to spot who has magical parents from the excitement in their eyes and the clothes they wear yet Hermione's parents weren't able to even walk through the wall to platform nine and three quarters. She was envious of those who were born and raised in the magical world because not only did they have years on her when it came to learning magic but their entire lives were surrounded by it while she was sat in a muggle neighbourhood, in a boringly mundane home. Completely without the use of magic.

"What?" She hissed and watched as her mother meekly opened her bedroom door. Hermione couldn't stop the look of disgust to appear on her face at her mother's dark circles and greasy hair, looking so run down and exhausted.

"I'm making some lunch... would you like something?"

Hermione rolled her eyes as she lowered the prophet onto her covered lap. "Chicken pot pie, Yorkshire puddings, and some roast potatoes," she ordered, her tone snippy and cold.

"Hunny... that's a meal for dinner time, not lunch"

"I don't care! If I was in the wizarding world, I could get that whenever I wanted. Why can't you do anything right?!" She spat, jumping up from the bed with her hands on her hips. Her mother stood at the door, tears in her pale blue eyes as she heard and saw the pure hatred in her daughter's behaviour.