Hermione Parkinson

A New World

* Hermione *

I'm cold and the wind around me is merciless, tugging at my ripped clothes as I try and fall back asleep at the bench I have called my bed for the last three days. The chilly air crawls under my clothes and I sit up, giving up trying to sleep, then a warm brown owl sits down in my lap carrying a letter. I take it and pet the owl it looks at me as if saying 'can I have a treat'

" Sorry I don't have anything " It gave me a small nibb and then spread its wings flying up at the cloudless sky. I watch it for a while, wishing I could just escape everything. I mean things weren't as bad when Voldemort was still alive but now I am all alone without parents and without a place to call home. Harry and Ron are of course still my friends but none of them have tried to contact me in any way and they had both ignored all my letters. Looking at the letter again my heart skipps a beat, it's a letter from Hogwards, the only place I'm sure I can still call home. Just when I'm about to open the letter another owl come flying down, this one was more gracious than the other sent from Hogwarts, it has grey-white feathers and almost steel liquid eyes, reminds me of a sertain Malfoy. I take this letter too but open the Hogwarts letter first.

Dear Hermione Parkinson

The Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry has reopend again, we sincearly hope that you will finish your seventh year as a new eight year student. The year starts as usual september 1.

And because of your talent you will be named Head Girl, if you want of course, if you don't then please send and owl to notice us. I you say yes than you will have to share common room with the Deputy Head Boy, Head boy and Deputy Head Girl and a compartment at the Hogwarts Express.

Following is a list of the supplies you will need for your eight year

The standard book of spells Grade seven, by Miranda Goshawk

Advanced Potion-Making, by Libatius Borage

Confronting the faceless stage two, Cersie Coral

A Guide to Advnced Transfiguration Grade seven, by Emeric Swich

Hope you can come and join us.

Your sincerly, Headmisstres Minerva McGonagall

My first thought as I read the letter is ' I'm the Head Girl!!' Then re-reading the page I notice it stands 'Hermione Parkinson' Wait what, I'm Hermione Granger right? Well I'm not a Parkinson at least, that would mean being related to Pansy Parkinson. I take a glance at the second letter and open that one too.

Hello Hermione

I am Rose Parkinson, me and my family have something important to tell you, if you could please apparate at the leaky cauldron when you get this it would do us very happy.

Rose Parkinson

Okay something weird is going on, am I really a Granger? I have to be I mean look at me. Pansy has dark hair and fair skin, I have brown-ish skin and brown hair. Maybe they put a Glamour Charm on me? I've read about it somewhere... I do as the letter said and apparate to the Leaky Cauldron, it feels like I'm being torn apart but at the same time shrinked.

Something has gone wrong

Is all I think about until my feet hit solid ground and my lungs take a hard long breath of warm air. As I open my eyes almost every eye is on me, I can't blame them. I stand in robes with have cuts all over, trying to look prideful, probably not succseeding as I walk over to an empty table. Just a minute or two after I've sat down two black haired adults come in my way.

" Hello Em- I mean Hermione " The woman who I guess is Mrs. Parkinson sat down in front of me, a man sat down in the chair on her side.

" Hello Mrs. Parkinson?" I, the woman smiles and nods " and?" I say again but this time directing my gaze at the man in a suit on Mrs. Parkinsons left.

" My name is Cassius Parkinson, very nive to meet you Hermione. I've waited so, so long for this day " The man, Mr. Parkinson, takes my hand and shakes it. I give him a quick smile.

" You must be wondering why we asked you to meet us?" Mrs. Parkinson says.

" Yes I do" I have some ideas I add silently

" Well um, when you were just a child The Dark Lord was still at his strongest and he told us if, well, if we get more than one child. And one of them is a girl we had to hand her over to him to becomme his.. um.. He wanted a child and then you would have... concived his child " The thought makes me shudder.

" So I'm not a Granger?" My voice sounds strangeld, I wish it wouldn't.

" No honey you're a Parkinson" The words hit me hard, i have been living in somebody elses life for eighteen years. Eighteen years.

" But why didn't the mum and d- I meand the Grangers tell me?" My vision blurres and a hot tear slips down my cheek.

" They promised they wouldn't until we came and told you ourselfs, and for your appearence we put a-"

" Glamour Charm " I finish for him

" Yes, no wonder they call you the brightest witch of her age, do you want to see your new home?" Mrs. Parkinsor, or my new mum says

" Okay "

Im Hermione Parkinson. Welcome to my new world.

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Hey guys so as you see I'm a Harry Potter fan, just this thought plopped into my head so I gave it a chance.