Amora Granger

Ch.2

I'm Amora. My mother is Hermione Granger, but I'm not sure who my father is. My relatives all say that I'm much smarter that the average 7-year-old. I plan to use that advantage to find out who my father is.

I have slightly wavy platinum blonde hair that goes down to my waist. My face is more angular than Mother's, but I have her honey brown eyes. I also have the ability to tan like Mother. This is my head start, since I once overheard Mother telling Auntie Ginny about how I look a lot like my father, whoever that is.

Mother loves her friends like family, so their children are supposedly my "cousins". Even if we aren't blood related, I love my cousins to death and they to me.

"Amy? Hello? AMY?!" I shook out of my thoughts to see a girl a year older than I am. She is beautiful and also has blonde hair, though hers isn't as platinum. She also has a beautiful fair complexion. Yes, that's my favorite cousin, Victoire, or Vicky.

"Sorry, what was that?" I reply.

"Were you thinking of your father again?"

"Yeah... I just wish I knew who he was!" I groan.

"Don't worry, Amy, you'll find out soon enough."

"Thanks Vicky," I smile and zone out again. I didn't notice the door open.

"Ello Amy! I muz apologize bout taking Victoire away, but I muz take er to greet er dad ome from work. Eetz been nice to vizit!" Yup, that's Auntie Fleur, Vicky's mom. She has a deep French accent.

"Of course Auntie Fleur! I don't want to keep Uncle Bill waiting!" I smile. "Bye Vicky! See you again soon!" I wave at my favorite cousin.

"Definitely! Bye Amy!" she replies.

Once they floo out, my mom interrupts me from my thoughts.

"Hey Beautiful! I was planning to go to Diagon Alley for some new books. Wanna tag along?" she asks me.

I thought about it for a moment. Mother loves books. To me, they're like any other object, but I could easily get sucked into a fantasy world if I wanted. "Sure Mum!" I smiled and followed her floo to Diagon Alley.

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As we stepped into Flourish and Blotts, the calming fragrance of fresh parchment surrounded me. I took a deep breath and wandered off to the children's section as I always do. Mother usually grabbed a book and met me there.

My eyes grazed over the different genres and titles, looking for a story to consume today. I decided on a simple chapter book on the top shelf. I was above average for height, but I still wasn't able to reach the book I wanted. After many attempts, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I swung my head around to be met by a tall blonde man wearing a black suit.

"May I help you with that young lady?" The man asked me with a warm smile.

"Yes please!" I replied. He gracefully reached up and brought down the exact book I wanted. "Thank you mister..."

"Malfoy. Mr. Malfoy. What's your name sweetheart?" Mr. Malfoy asked kindly.

"I'm Amora! But everyone calls me Amy. Amy Granger!" I beamed. Mr. Malfoy looked stunned.

"Is your mother...Hermione?" The blonde man was timid.

"Yes. Do you know her? Oh wait...of course you know her! She was part of the golden trio with Uncle Harry and Uncle Ron!" I smirked with pride. The man in front of me simply stared at me with wonder and confusion.

"Hmm...Granger...," the man thought aloud, "Who's your father, Amy?" Mr. Malfoy asked after realizing my last name.

"Actually, I'm not sure. Mother never talks about him. Says he wasn't a good guy," I shrugged. "I've been wondering a lot lately and have been trying to find him, but no luck."

"Oh. Well I hope you find out soon enough little Amy!" He ruffled my head playfully. "Do you want me to read for you?"

"That would be great! I could read, but it's more fun when someone else does it for me!" I grin gratefully at him. He sits on the nearest beanbag chair and I follow to sit on his lap as he reads me the book I desired to consume.

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