The Other Granger- COMPLETED

Chapter 4

Elaine's POV:

I woke up in a hospital. Hermione and Harry were sitting next to my bed. "What happened?" I asked them once they noticed I had woken up. "You're at St. Mungo's Hospital. You passed out from inhaling so much smoke," Harry explained as Hermione was busy cleaning ash off my face. "Jason's alright...healers are tending to him now," Hermione explained. "Then what-" I began to ask but Harry cut me off. He knew what I was going to ask. "The 'Jason' that was found a few days ago was someone under polyjuice potion. The Malfoys used them as a decoy so they could keep the real Jason and kidnap you," Harry explained. Just as I was about to tell them the prophecy that Lucius Malfoy told me, the healer walked in. "You're free to go, Elaine. You're breathing is finally back to normal," the healer said. He flashed me a smile and then left. I then proceeded to tell them everything Lucius had told me. "We know," Harry said, afraid of what I was going to say. "What do you mean you know?" I asked. "We've known. Dumbledore told us before he got you from the orphanage. Said it was best not to tell you just yet," Harry replied. I felt so left out that no one would tell me. I would have made sure to be more careful if I had known...

"Will I be able to see Jason today?" I asked Hermione as I got changed into normal clothes. I tried to forget about the fact that she kept such a huge secret from me. "Yes...probably now, actually," she added. I was excited. I couldn't wait to tell him everything...and I do mean everything. Mr. Weasley gave me permission to do so. Once I was changed, I got to see Jason. Hermione showed me to his room. He looked petrified. "Elaine?" he asked, shaking nervously. "Jay it's okay. You're safe now," I said as I took his hand. "What's going on?" he asked five times in a row. He was clearly shaken up from everything that had happened.

It took me quite a long time to tell the whole story to Jason. Once I did finish though, Jason seemed much more calm. "Well at least I know I wasn't going crazy before. The Malfoys did magic in front of me," he said, shuddering. "Do you remember much from your time there?" I asked him. "Well, once we drove away from the orphanage, they pulled the car over, grabbed me and we transported to their house. Now I know that was magic. I thought I was hallucinating. Then, they took me into my house and brought me right into the dungeons. I had no idea what to do. They took everything I had with me including my phone. And then I met their son," Jason said. My heart started to pound. "I met their son too...in Diagon Alley," I said, looking down at my hands. "His parents forced him to bring me food everyday. I heard him talking to himself a lot. Kept saying how bad he wanted to leave," Jason said. I nodded, understanding that no one deserves to have parents like Draco's.

Hours later, Jason was cleared to leave the hospital. My parents and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley decided it was best for Jason to live with my parents. Since the Ministry had recently put protective enchantments on the house, it would be his safest option. So, they 'adopted' him. He finally got the family he deserved. Saying goodbye to him this time was much less sad than it was last time. I knew I'd be able to see him often, and write to him while I was at school.

The next day, I was finally able to get the rest of my school supplies. Everything was shipped to the Burrow. Mr. Weasley even had the Ministry send someone with hundreds of wands for me to try out before finding the perfect one. And I did. 10 inches. Vine wood (just like Hermione's). Unicorn hair. It was perfect. It was so easy to learn spells...and boy was I learning a lot of spells. Hermione created a schedule that set aside 5 hours everyday to learn everything I needed to know for school. It would have overwhelmed me, but I was learning the spells so easily. I guess the prophecy was right...I was powerful. Every other day, Harry and Ron would test my skills and challenge me to a duel. They wanted to prepare me for any unexpected company like we had the other night.

On those days I wasn't dueling them, they taught me how to play Quidditch (a sport that's played on broomsticks). And finally, whenever I had free time, Fred and George would take me to their joke shop. I was growing quite close with everyone, but especially Fred. There was just something about him...we gravitated towards each other.