Hermione's sister

Chapter three

I rub my eyes and sit up in bed. "Gemma!! Gemma!" And for the first time In my memory I look up into my real mothers face. No one told me who she was. But I knew. The second I looked into her brown eyes. The same color as mine. She pulls me into a tight hug and I begin to sob. My dad is also there he hugs me too and we all cry. But then someone else walks in.

"Gemma?" She has lots of bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth. And then a name jumps to my head "hermione?" Tears jump to her eyes and she dashes over to me giving me a tight hug.

I look around. "What happened?"
They looked at me with slight concern. "All I remember is..." I strain to remember anything. My Family holds their breaths. My mind feels blank and I'm having trouble placing memory's. I can remember a young boy and two people. I don't know who they are but they stay in my mind. but there's other memory's too, memory's that I don't remember having, if that makes sense. memory's about my real mom and dad and sister.

I look around at them and shake my head. I can't remember anything.
It's hermione who answers me. "It was my fault." She says hanging her head. "sorry." Tears begin to slide down her face as she begins to speak. "When I was seven and you were three... I... I." She takes a deep shuddering breath and continues.

"I figured out that I could do stuff... I could move things without touching them and make weird things happen. And i... I uh... We were in the garden and a man walked to our fence. I got scared and some sort of force shot from my finger tips... He deflected it and it hit... you... and I got scared and I ran and watched from the window as he shot spells at you... and then he just walked away." Hermione sobs harder "I'm sorry, I should've gone back for you!" she cry's.

"After that you went crazy... I don't know what he did but all of a sudden you would be blowing up things and setting the place on fire. No one could control you. And then Dumbledore came and he said he would make it better. And he tried but nothing worked. He... He said you were a danger and there was some special potion you needed to drink to make you better. He also said that it would be better if you weren't kept around me. Because whatever the guy had done it seemed to make you want to kill me. There was nothing we could do. He took you to those people because of me. He said it was It was for the best. It's my fault I'm sorry."

I didn't cry. My emotions had gone, and I realized it really wasn't her fault. I reached out to her, plucking her into a tight hug. The others comforted me and agreed that it was not Hermione's fault.

"Also" continued my real dad "your uh... Your foster parents are... Are dead... Dumbledore put a memory charm on you. He figured you wouldn't want to remember..."
"I don't want to remember" I confirm.
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Sorry for the short chapter guys my phone was acting weird and I didn't want it to be deleted