Confused Beauty

Newest Fan Fiction: Not a one-shot either!

Intro:

Everything up until epilogue is the same as J.K. Rowling crafted. EVERYTHING AND IT ALL CAME FROM JOE ROWLING

So Sleeping Beauty won the favorite Disney movie contest by one point. So this is loosely based off of Sleeping Beauty, except the mortals in that movie are actually witches and the witches are like mortals and stuff….? I don't know but I swear I'm better at writing than I am talking through text so go. Read

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"Good bye my beautiful, sweet baby. You will grow and be loved by all who know you. When you reach the extent of your glamor, I will come for you, I promise. I love you, Aurora."

The words don't wake the sleeping eight-months old baby and neither do the chime of a doorbell or the smack of feet on concrete. The chime does however wake the muggles inside of the house that a baby was left in front of. The husband of the two muggles gets up out of his warm bed, mumbling things about the time of night.

He is in a very foul mood by the time he reaches his front door, and swings it open to reveal no one. About to slam the door closed in frustration, Mr. Granger finally catches sight of the baby on the ground. He gasps and quickly picks the baby up to check its pulse, its forehead, and of course the baby's gums.

For a moment Mr. Granger just stands there looking at this beautiful baby girl in his arms. For many years he and his wife had longed for a child, but had found out they could not have one unless they adopted. Was this baby girl an angel from God sent to grant their deepest wishes? Mr. Granger smiled down at the baby girl as she moved slightly in her purple blankets and he knew she was his angel. As Mr. Granger turns and walks into his house, he does not hear the sound of a faint pop. Just as the door locks a witch apparates away crying.

For the next sixteen years, the Granger family lives together in some what ignorance and bliss. Hermione Granger had grown to be a bushy haired girl with straight teeth and a straighter back bone. Nothing in her life was strange to her, yet everything in her life was strange to most others. Being a part of the Golden Trio does that to a witch. Yet throughout all of her sixteen years, her parents have been supportive of everything they knew she did.

Hermione loved the Grangers like parents, and they were her parents for sixteen years. And then she subconsciously chose to go on the quicker path to finding out who her real parents were.

(16 years later)

I closed my trunk with a snap. There, I thought, that's everything.

On the bed sat the daily prophet, its headlines still spreading terror throughout the wizarding world. Yet as long as it is still spreading bad news about Voldemort, we knew he hadn't taken over the Ministry. Today's headline read "Dark Mark is spreading Panic." I wasn't interested in that part of course, I knew all about panic and the many Dark Marks. What I was more concerned about was the little section on the front page that concerned another muggle killing. The muggles who died had a daughter my age, so had the muggle family who got killed last week. It had been a pattern of muggles with brown hair being killed who had children my age, boy or girl, since the beginning of summer. This killing was a bit too close to home for my liking. That's why my trunk is packed and the only thing left I planned to keep was the news paper in my hands.

"Hermione? Dinners ready darling." I hear my mum call from the bottom of the stairs. I wince slightly at hearing the last time they will say my name, and stuff my trunk in my beaded bag.

"Coming mum!" I say loud enough for her to hear, yet quiet enough she doesn't hear the slight quiver in my voice.

I walk down the stairs slowly and quietly, skipping the fourth to last step so they don't hear me coming. I stand behind our teal colored couch and watch them for a moment. They don't take notice to me as they watch the television that I charmed to show things about Australia.

"It looks wonderful doesn't it?" My mom says. I suck in a breath as I concentrate on what I want, what I need. As the reporter begins discussing the island, I raise my wand hand and clearly state the spell I had been practicing the past week with. It was a difficult spell, not wiping the memory like Obliviate, but altering it. It was difficult to preform it and harder to concentrate in this situation, I did the best I could.

"Sumo Memoria." I picture my face and full name as I say it. When the light from my wand grows smaller, I know that the only way that the Grangers will remember they have a daughter is for their own blood to restore those memories. And that is what I will do when this war is over.

Casting a simple and quiet charm over the house, all items connecting to me, and all photos with myself in them vanish. With one last glance at Wendell and Monica Wilkins, I walk out of my childhood home and begin walking towards the end of the street looking back only once.