Hermione is lonely. She's returned to hogwarts to make up her 7th year, but without Harry (but NOT Ron) she doesn't know what to do with herself. Well, there's always Ginny. Beautiful, talented, awesome, hilarious, sweet, funny Ginny. Wait...what? Hermione starts to realize her feelings for Ginny may be a little more...
Lord Voldemort stared at the cradle where there was not one, but two children where he had only been expecting one. He leaned forward, eyes narrowed. "Which one of you... is my supposed death?" Or Albus Dumbledore's warnings came to fruition. (Originally posted on AO3, but I thought I'd start posting it here too!)
𝐄 𝐬𝐞, 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐢 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚, 𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐨 𝐝𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢 𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐨? Gellert Grindelwald è stato smascherato...