The Real Truth

Series 2 Chapter 11

The Real Truth
Series 2 Chapter 11

Hermione stepped out of a grand fireplace and into a plush furnished sitting room. She looked around. The walls were a dark green, the ceiling was held up by marble pillars, the set of large black double doors, and the traditional, but elegant, furnishings. Even covered with a thick layer of dust Hermione recognized it all.

"Home..." she whispered.

Hermione opened the one of the doors and peaked out.

"Where are you Harry?" She muttered, stepping out into the hallway.

It was times like this when Hermione wished she'd gotten all her memories back like Harry had. She had no idea where anything was or where Harry could be. She opened the closest door, slowly looking inside. The walls were a light ivory, the floor, which was covered in dust, showed her footprints as she walked in. Hermione could tell Harry wasn't in here but for some reason she felt drawn to the room. She noticed that all the pieces of furniture were covered with a white cloth. Reaching out she pulled the cloth off of a piece of furniture near her. She coughed and dust filled the air. Though, when it cleared, Hermione gawked. Before her was one of the most beautiful cribs she'd ever seen. Her hand traced along the silvery white wood, following a snake that was curled around the corner bars. When she saw the head board she gave a choked cry.

'Hadriel Slytherin'

The crib had been hers. She smiled as tears filled her eyes and shook her head. She closed her eyes to stop the tears from falling, glimpses of the room appeared in her mind.

"If this was my room, then Harry's..." Hermione thought aloud.

Without hesitation Hermione shot up and ran out, opening the door across from hers.

"Hermione?!"

Harry's weak voice broke through the silence.
Hermione stared at her brother who was sitting in the corner of the room, tear streaks lines his face.

"How'd you get here?" Harry asked.

"I floo'd"

"But it's cut off."

"It'll let you through if you're blood."

Harry absently nodded, deciding not to question how she knew that, and stared off, looking at his own crib. It was like Hermione's, though the wood was dark, instead of the white silver Hermione had. She made her way over to Harry and sat down by her twin.

"Why do our old rooms have cribs? We were four, shouldn't we have already had beds?"

Harry gave Hermione a dry smile, he appreciated his sister trying to lighten the mood, even if it didn't help.

"This manor is huge, as to be expected of Slaizar. Besides these are just our baby rooms, like a nursery. Our actual rooms are in their own wing, and much bigger." Harry said with a forced laugh.

Hermione looked over at him, "Shouldn't father be here too?"

Harry shook his head, "No. They're celebrating the initiation over at Riddle Manor. That's where all the Death Eaters meet. Only blood family and inner circle members are allowed here."