Hermione Gaunt [DraMione] {Wattys 2017}

1: Granger to Gaunt

~ Hermione Granger ~

The Second Wizarding War ended nearly two months ago. I have since moved back in with my parents. They regained their memories a week after the war and have barely let me out of their sight since.

"Hermione! Come here please!" Mum calls from downstairs.

I climb off of my bed and leave my bedroom. I walk down the hall and into the living room. I stop dead in my tracks in the doorway though.

Mum and Dad are there, along with a middle-aged woman who somehow looks familiar. She has shoulder-length blonde curls, electric blue eyes, fair skin, and feminine features.

"Who are you?" I ask flatly, looking suspiciously at the woman.

"My name is Margarey Gaunt" The woman says.

"And why are you here?" I ask.

For all I know she could be an Ex-Death Eater looking to kill me in revenge towards Harry or something. But she doesn't look like the Death Eater type.

"Because I am your biological mother" Margarey says with a warm smile.

What? This woman, Margarey Gaunt, is my biological mother? How is that possible. I turn to my parents, should I even call them that, looking for an explanation.

"Margarey is telling the truth, Hermione. She gave you to us on your fifth birthday. We took you in because we knew that you wouldn't be safe in the Wizarding World with your name" Mrs. Granger says.

"How would you know that?" I ask harshly.

"Because you're father and I are wizards. Pure bloods from Australia to be exact. We took you in because Margarey is my younger sister" Mr. Granger explains.

"Then wouldn't you two be Gaunts as well?" I asked.

"No, my dear. I married your father, Jonathan Gaunt and took his surname" Margarey explains with a sadness to her voice that I can't explain.

"So what do I call you two now?" I asked, looking at my parents who are actually my aunt and uncle.

"Aunt Myrissa and Uncle Liam will do just fine" Mrs Granger- Aunt Myrissa says.

I turn and look at my biological mother, Margarey Gaunt. If I'm a Gaunt doesn't that mean I'm related to Voldemort. Margarey chuckled, as if she had just read my mind.

"You are related to him dear. You are a direct descendant of his aunt" Margarey explains.

"How did you know what I was thinking?" I asked, sorta freaking out.

If she can does that mean that I can as well? That would be super cool!

"It's a gift that every Granger has, you should have it as well" Margarey says.

"I don't think I do" I mumble, sounding sad.

"That's because you still have your Glamour charm on, silly. May I take it off?" Margarey asks, standing up from the couch.

I apprehensively nod my head, allowing her to take the Glamour Charm off.

"Revelio" She says with a sense of pride to her voice.

A white light surrounds me for a second before it's gone. I'm instantly bombarded by memories of my life before I turned five. Most of them consist of me being with Margarey, a black haired green eyed man, a blonde haired green eyed boy, and a black haired blue eyed toddler. Jonathan and my siblings?

I run upstairs and into the bathroom and shriek when I look in the mirror.

My hair is not brown or frizzy anymore, it's honey blonde and falls in waves to my shoulders. My eyes are no longer brown, they're electric blue just like Margarey's. My skin is fair and my features are sharp but feminine. My eyelashes are longer and darker than before. Everything else about me stayed the same except for a scar that runs from my right eyebrow to the right end of my mouth.

I'll have to ask Margarey about that later. I slowly walk back downstairs. I hear Aunt Myrissa and Uncle Liam gasp.

She looks like Georgina

I slightly jump at hearing Uncle Liam's thoughts. Who's Georgina? But as soon as I'm not looking at him I can't hear his thoughts. This would take some getting used to.

Margarey walks up to me and envelopes me into a bone-crushing hug.

"Who are those kids in my memories?" I ask when we pull apart.

A happy look settled upon Margarey's face.

"Your siblings; Brendon and Scarlett. Brendon is your twin and Scarlett is two years younger than you. Brendan is six minutes older than you" Margarey explains.

"Is the black haired man my father?" I ask.

Margarey instantly looks sad but nods her head anyways.

"Your father...he died thirteen years ago. He was killed by Death Eaters" Margarey says.

"Oh. I'm sorry" I reply.

"Don't be sorry, sweetie. You didn't know" Margarey says with a sad smile on her face.

"Why do I have this scar?" I ask, pointing to my face.

"That happened when you were two, your magic was very strong even then and you somehow managed to slice yourself with a steak knife" Margarey explains.

"Is Hermione my real name?" I ask.

"No, it's not. You're true name is Briella Elizabeth Louise Gaunt" Margarey says.

"If Brendan is my age why doesn't he go to Hogwarts?" I ask.

"Because he used to go to Durmstrang, until this year. Scarlett went to Beauxbatons but they're both going to Hogwarts this year" Margarey says.

"Am I moving in with you?" I ask.

"Yes" Margarey says.

"Alright. Shall I pack my things?" I ask.

"Only the essentials. You have a whole wardrobe at the manor prepared" Margarey says.

"Okay" I said.

I sprint upstairs and grab my trunk for Hogwarts. I throw in all of the things I can't live without; pictures, memorbelia, and the blanket I've had my whole life.

I also shove my school books into the trunk before dragging it downstairs. Margarey looks at me with a warm smile on her face.

"Ready to go?" Margarey asks.

"Yes" I said.

I say my farewells to Aunt Myrissa and Uncle Liam, promising I would write every so often. They did raise me since I was five years old after all.

Margarey walks next to me and grabs my hand. I grab my truck and make sure I have a good grip on it. I don't want it disappearing on the way to Gaunt Manor.

The stomach-twisting sensation that comes with Apparation comes and goes.

Almost in an instant were standing in front of the most beautiful house that I've seen. It's a large Victorian style manor, it's larger than Malfoy Manor. The manor is grey and black. There are gardens and water fountains in front of the manor. Hills are rolling around the manor.

It looks as if it had come straight out of a fairytale. It's amazing