pureblood + d.m. & h.g. [DISCONTINUED]

01

She could feel the weight of her coat increase as she stood on the sidewalk alone, drenched in the pouring rain, with nothing but a damp hat to keep her hair dry. Droplets of rain splashed onto her shining muggle shoes as she suppressed a small sigh. Hermione was late for the family reunion. It was no surprise to as why she was. The Hogwarts train arrived late once again and it was driving the lass crazy.

She found herself glaring at her Toms.

Surely if it wasn't for that putrid Slytherin Pansy Parkinson, Hermione Granger would be lounging about her home with her mum and dad, eating chocolate chip her dear mum would make at this exact moment! She would be laughing at her father's lame jokes and do homework! Even reread Hogwarts: A History for the fifteenth time, or add more Beethoven tracks in her playlist.

Unfortunately, life wasn't her ally right now, so the brown-haired female had to suffer the punishment she didn't deserve. Now here she was, standing alone in the pouring rain. An inanimate object called a suitcase to keep her company, whilst thunder roared above the clouds.

"Jesus Christ," swore Hermione when the rain poured on to the earth harder like a drum. The temperature of the atmosphere was ice-cold, making her hair stand. Just the thought of her situation made the girl release a cry of exasperation and annoyance.

She certainly could not wait for the consequences of having to stay under the rain for a bloody hour! How fun would it be to be able to lay on bed every blood day until she gets better! Hopefully her parents have a box full of Kleenex to support her unhealthy situation.

"Bloody hell." Was her phrase. Hermione gripped the handle of her suitcase and her wand on the other. She would have apparated when she arrived at muggle London, but she remembered her father, who promised to pick her up himself when she arrived. But that promise was not to be fulfilled and it produced a bitter taste in Hermione's mouth.

She knew she should be understanding. Should be patiently waiting for her father to come pick her up, but she was too weary to even do anything and waiting was one of them.

A flash of magical light and a destination in mind, Hermione Granger apparated to the building where she spent ten years growing up as a regular muggle child, that was, until one letter changed her life forever and Hermione was introduced to things she's only read in books during her non-magical years.

She knocked.

Nothing but silence.

How odd, she thought, eyes wide and brows creased. She pressed her palm on the wooden door. Fisting her hand, she knocked twice and was again surprised when no one answered.

Taking out her wand, she muttered a charm and the door was unlatched from its lock. It made a creaking noise as Hermione pushed it open, entering the building.

The dull beige walls were still the same, with only a few pictures to fill them. Venturing further, she noticed how tidy the furniture looked; not a trace of improperly positioned pillows sat on the cherry-red sofa and the small, old clock that imitated the famous Big Ben stood alone beside the unplugged telly.

Hermione bent down and lifted the end of the carpet, expecting cookie crumbs hidden underneath. But she did not see crumbs of a biscuit; instead it was a piece of paper, edges ripped and body creased. Hermione slid her finger on the floor, rubbing it against the others. No dust. Her eyes focused on the strip of paper that was crushed inside her hand. She unfolded it, the furrow between her brows deepening and mouth unobstructed as she attempted to comprehend the words that were written in the structure of curves and circles.

"Viva La Nyx," she muttered absently, keeping her eyes focused on the words. She let her mind wonder to the knowledge she stored at the back of her head. She knows that Nyx is the female personification of the night, as said in the Greek Mythology books Hermione had read during her younger years. The daughter of Chaos and one of the first created beings, along with her father, Gaea, Tartarus and Erebus. Hermione frowned.