This is a HermioneOC femslash story

I do not own anything except for original characters, J.K. Rowling is the rightful owner of all else.

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Chapter 1

It was a gloomy day to go shopping, even if it was for school supplies. However, there was no point in avoiding going out when every day seemed to be dampened with a shadowy atmosphere. Everyone had now realized that the Dark Lord was indeed back, and with him came his infamous inner circle of death eaters. However, Hermione chose not to think about that, today. Today, Harry, herself, and Ron had to do their shopping for their school supplies, and Hermione wanted to use this time to take a break from the constant vigilance that Moody ingrained into the trio. She wanted this day to be a distraction for herself and for her friends. Though they did listen to Mrs. Weasley's request—or rather, demand—to stick together, especially outside. So, after they got their fill of excitement at the twins' new and, unsurprisingly, thriving joke shop, they made their way over to Hermione's favorite shop: Flourish and Blotts. Once inside, Hermione split off from Ron and Harry, as per usual. She loved taking her time to browse the various shelves to see what new subjects she should study while she was at Hogwarts, and she wouldn't be able to do that if the boys were following her around. Last year, she spent the better part of her free time studying, practicing, and perfecting her abilities at wandless and nonverbal magic, which helped her greatly when she was there at the Department of Mysteries.

Hermione walked up to the second floor and ventured towards the back. Once back there, she found several books on occulmency and legilimency. She quickly remembered Harry's lack of care to learn the basics of the former, and Hermione felt it best to go with these two subjects as her pet project for the next year. It would be pertinent to learn, especially in the next few years. Hermione skimmed the shelves for books that would be of use to her. Ultimately, she settled on two advanced tomes that contained both subjects in each book. As she made her way over to the stairs, she was not paying attention to where she was walking as she was already reading over the first page. That is until she collided with another, stronger body. Hermione stumbled back while losing her hold on her books, causing them to land harshly on the floorboards. "Oh goodness, I am so sorr—". Hermione halted her speech mid apology when she saw who she collided with. She had found herself staring into the violet eyes of a breathtaking woman, who looked to be about a few years older. She had a head full of beautiful deep, dark purple waves, which fell to just below her breasts. Her eyes were twinkling with amusement and had a small smirk on her well-sculpted face.

"No need to worry, I too wasn't paying attention as to where I was walking." Her smirk widened as the girl blushed slightly at her silvery, yet smokey voice. The woman then bent down to pick up the teen witch's chosen books. "Hmm, occulmency and legilimency. Interesting topics for a…sixth year, I presume." She received a hesitant nod from the witch, causing her smirk to become more prominent. The woman simply hummed while she handed the books back to Hermione, allowing a stray finger to slide against the younger girl's hand. Her eyes lit up when she saw the girl shiver, which finally snapped her out of her stupor.

Hermione had been assessing the woman while she was frozen. The other witch was a few inches taller than her own, which was 5' 5". Her appearance screamed androgyny, while she had a strong feminine physique, she dressed more masculine. She was wearing a pair of black form fitting—but not tight—leather pants. She had paired it with an untucked white long-sleeved button up dress shirt under a black blazer. She accented her outfit with a black slim necktie, neatly folded black and white checkered handkerchief in her front jacket pocket, and a pair of black leather Chelsea boots. However, as she examined the older witch's face, she felt that there was something familiar about her. "I hope this doesn't sound strange but have we met before?"

The witch, before her, cocked her head to the side with a curious expression. "I don't believe so; I would've remembered a face like yours if we had met before."

She had blushed at the not so obvious compliment. "Umm, sorry, but you just seemed familiar, but I don't know how." The purple haired witch smile at the statement. However, Hermione's expression changed to one of horror as she came to a realization. Shocked at her lack of manners, Hermione stuck out her hand. "Oh, umm sorry, where are my manners, but, hi," Hermione gave the other witch a small smile. "I'm Hermione Granger."

The other witch grasped her hand and Hermione slightly widened her eyes as she felt a shock as her hand connected with the other witch's. "It's alright, I'm Beckett Blackwood," she said as she squeezed Hermione's hand.

Wait, did she hear correctly. She took a small step back, still holding the other witch's hand. Again, she analyzed the purple-haired witch's face. "Wait, did you…umm, wait, you're the Beckett Blackwood, the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation?" She received an amused smirk from the witch.

Laughing, "yes, that's me." She, then, gave the teen a small but dramatic bow, earning a laugh from Hermione. But before she could respond, the two witches were interrupted by the calling for the teen witch by the other two-thirds of the golden trio. Beckett let out a sigh, that sounded to be somewhat disappointed. "Well, that cues the end of our lovely chat, and the beckoning of you to go to those…boys." Hermione could hear the hint of disappointment—at the beginning of the statement—and irritation at the interruption by Harry and Ron. This confused the witch but didn't think too much about it. Beckett was looking in the direction of the bellowing voice and then turned her head to look back into those soft hazel eyes. "Well, little witch, it was truly a pleasure talking to you. Until next time, luv." And with that, the mysterious witch sent Hermione a fleeting, lustrous smile with twinkling eyes and one last squeeze to the girl's hand and left; leaving a confused and oddly yearning teen witch.

Shaking herself out of her stupor and went downstairs to join her best friends and purchase her books. However, as she left, the teen didn't notice that three sets of eyes were intently watching her.

She quickly hid in the shadows of the rows of bookshelves. Beckett felt the presence of her two companions stand behind her, but she paid them no mind for she was intently watching the conflicting emotions sweeping across the girl's face. She smirked at the sight, lavishing in the effect of her presence on the girl. Beckett watched as Hermione walked away to meet up with her so-called "friends". She had seen how the two ungrateful boys treated her. They never truly appreciated her presence within their little group of friends. Beckett had also heard of how they take her for granted at Hogwarts, assuming that she will always be there, helping them with their studies, doing their homework, and saving their lives countless of times without so much as a 'thank you'. She was there at the battle in the Department of Mysteries. She watched as the girl figured out that it was a trap and delivered several warnings to leave, but no, they ignored and snapped at her. And because of Pothead's stupid stubbornness, he almost got her witch killed. Beckett was surprised to see the teen up and walking around so early after Dolohov's surprise attack. Yes, it had been a few months since the battle happened, but that spell she was hit with was meant to kill her. She may be walking around seamlessly to everyone around her, but the purple-haired witch saw the slight wincing the girl made after every few steps or so. She was still in pain and her "friends" didn't seem to care to take notice.

After the teen witch had walked out of sight, the voice behind her snapped the department head out of her reverie. "Io, you seem to be relieved that your little witch is up and walking around."

"yes, but of course it was of no thanks to those two idiots she calls…friends," the purple-haired witch hissed out. This earned a chuckle from her raven-haired companion. "And they don't even seem to care that she is still in pain. It still pains her to move around too much." She looked over to her Aunt Bella, "I'm surprised she's even walking right now, and they are acting as if nothing happened to her."

"I know, Io. I know." Bellatrix eyes soften as she said this, while Narcissa took a hold of her niece's hand, squeezing it in a comforting gesture. "Soon, everything will be righted. Hermione will know who she really is, we will have her back with us, and will be back in your arms. And the so-called 'Light' will crumble under their own crimes, they will fall and we will win. And you, dear niece, will get your much-deserved vengeance on those ginger blood traitors." Bellatrix finished by grabbing Beckett's other hand.

This significantly calmed the youngest witch and smiled a Bellatrix-esque sinister smile. Of course, she couldn't have her way with the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Die, for he was reserved for the Dark Lord. But the Dark Lord with generous to the three Black witches. He has given Bellatrix, Narcissa and Io—Beckett—the gift of revenge against those who were involved in the kidnapping of the little witch. And Beckett couldn't wait to get hers, especially with Potter's sidekick. And when Hermione realizes who she really is, she will get hers as well.

"So, dear Io," Narcissa was met with a groan and scowl from said witch at the name. "Hush up, I will not hear your distaste for your rightful and actual name. Anyway, how is your little witch? We saw how you were practically glowing at finally being able to talk to her."

Beckett's mood instantly brightened up at the mention of her light brown curly haired witch. Her eyes lit up as she remembered the blush that crept onto that ethereal face. But it quickly changed to one of contempt as she remembered the interruption of her time with her sweet girl by those two idiot baboons. "I wish I knew. We weren't able to talk about much. Those daft pricks called her away from me." However, her eyes lit up again as she spoke her next statement. "However, when our hands touched, she felt a spark run through her hand at our connection. She also asked if we have met before. Part of her on a subconscious level remembers me from all those years ago." Her aunts smiled at the clear excitement that radiated from her body.

Bellatrix brought her hand to caress the younger witch's cheek. "And soon, Io, she will remember who she really is and will return to us, and will be back securely in your arms." Beckett Blackwood simply smiled at her aunt's very true statement.

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