Hi, I am Hermione Granger's sister. I just turned eleven in July. And guess what ?
I got a letter from Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The minute I told my beloved sister, she flipped.
"Heather, you've got to tell Dumbledore what you r...
"So that is pretty much everything he told me" I said collapsing on the couch by the fire. "Wow. Who knew Heather would help kill Voldermort." Ron said. Harry ran his hand through his jet black hair once before saying " she can't die. She can't die." "Yes, she cannot, I told you that like four times" I replied. "Don't you see Hermione, that could help kill Voldermort easier. Every time he tries killing her, nothing will happen. That's a huge advantage." "Yeah, but what if, he gets his filthy hands on her and takes her- blessing ?" I said. "If won't be so easy anymore" "Wait' kill the dream Hermione" Ron joked, but I wasn't in the mood for his jokes right now. "Do you reckon I should tell her about her blessing ?" I asked. "I reckon you should" "Definitely should. She deserves to know she'll be a future hero". I nodded slowly and took a deep breath. "But what if she gets freaked out and refuses to help Harry ? What if she willingly wants to give her blessing to Voldermort ? What is she -" "You worry too much, Hermione" Harry said shaking me by the shoulders. "I know I do. All the Granger's do" I managed a tight smile. "So, Harry and I are going to head upstairs to get out homework, we'll be back before you can say 'Ronald Weasley is awesome'. " Ron said winking. Hermione laughed to herself and stared at the fire, and slowly, she drifted off to a deep sleep.
~Cassandra~
"That was the most wonderful Quidditch match I have ever seen !" Tommy said and Heather sighed. "I know but do you have to keep repeating that over and over again ?" I asked as we reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Pumpkins playing Quiddicth" Tommy said and the frame swung open. Hermione was fast asleep in the maroon couch, snoring very loudly.
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"Shhhh, don't want to wake her" I whispered. We tiptoed past her and joined Harry and Ron who were doing their Herbology homework. "Hey you three" Harry greeted us with one of his famous wide grins. "Hullo" the three of us replied. I noticed that Ronald was a bit tensed. Heather noticed too and asked What's wrong, Ron ?" "Uh- nothing. Thanks for asking though" . He whispered something into Harry's ear and he nodded. "Okay. So far...did your sister tell you anything about your- curse ?" Ron asked. What was he talking about ? What curse do I have?! I have dreams every night about this stupid curse and I'm pretty sure they are just stupid good - for - nothing dreams!!!! And - wait... Did he just call Hermione my sister? "How....did you find out ?" "That you're Hermione's sister or that you're cursed ?" Harry asked. "Both !? How did you find out about both facts !!!" "Well, we're pretty good detectives, you see-" Ron nudged Harry in the ribs. "Actually, Hermione told us everything, on the night of the battle we had. Heather nodded and motioned for them to continue. Hermione said she'd tell you about your curse- sorry, blessing, did she?" Heather shook her head. And so, the two of them explained. Heather had been born with a curse which they now found out to be a blessing and not just any blessing... Voldermort was after her so called blessing.
