Collecting Jewel Shards - prologue

Summary: She had been raised as a muggle, but she wasn't. Hermione hadn't even been her name since she was born. Her life up to fourth year was like a lie. Even though she had no desire to have been raised by her long dead father she found herself wondering what it would have been like. The only thing she can do is change her name back. But such a simple action can have dire consequences, and unexpected surprises.

So, I came up with this idea recently and had to write it down. I'll still be updating other stories and uploading weird one-shots as always though so don't worry about that. Enjoy the story!

Figures stood across from a large house in the dead of night staring up at a lone room on the third landing with just a faint glow of light from within. The door to the house opened and they stayed still behind the trees to not be seen.

The man's voice floated across the street, "Keep an eye on her Heln. I'll be back in an hour. If you wake my little girl again you will suffer the consequences."

"Yes, Master." The house elf replied with a slight tremor in her voice. "Have a good trip, sir."

The man turned from the house without a word and apparated. The door behind him shut as Heln closed it softly after a quick nervous glance around.

The house elf had a right to be nervous with a group of aurors crouched down in the forest while it's death eater master had just left the grounds. Leaving their target vulnerable. "It's time. He's left." one of them hissed.

The three got up and started quickly up towards the house. With a flick of a wand the door burst open and they stormed the place. A terrified squeal could be heard upstairs and after climbing up to the third floor they were met by the house elf.

"You do not belong in this house! Leave now!" Heln's voice was raised as she tried to sound brave rather than scared though it was obvious from the way she continued to shiver in the warm air.

"We don't have time for this, petrificus totalus!"

"I sa-" her mouth stopped moving as did the rest of her body and she fell back onto the floor petrified.

"Hurry! The wards went off!"

The group ran down the hall, opening the last door at the end. The room itself was practically king-sized even though it's occupant was barely a foot tall and crying at the top of her lungs. All that noise had woken up the baby in the crib and she simply added to it. A piece of paper attached to the crib had her name written upon it, Idonia Trind Ula Rosier.

An auror hurried over to pick the girl up wrapping her in the blankets. The other two turned and started down the stairs with the other following.

Soon they would be out of there and back at the Ministry to hand the girl over so she could be given to another family. One without connections to other death eaters. A muggle family that was told to rename her, and so, they did. To Hermione Jean Granger.

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Dark robes fluttered in the wind as footsteps sounded down an alley having followed a figure within that stopped as it met a dead end then turned around slowly to look at a silver mask staring within to see eyes blazing with fury.

"Crucio!" Light flared from the death eater's wand to be blocked aside by the auror.

In the dark of the alley way lights flashed back and forth, wands waved in perfect synchronization to block and fire spells continously. Eventually they would start to get through.

The auror let out a hiss of surprise as his eye was hit, the spell would permanetaly blind him in his left eye for the rest of his life.