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What Happened…

A story by Taylor (a Slytherin at heart)

Chapter one: So it begins.

OoOo Prologue oOoO

Hi mum, I bet your wondering what the hell this is… Better yet, what made the book open. Well I will tell you… but you will have to wait awhile. Basically, this book is my story, I will tell you that much. This is what you should know. I have asked that you all be here for the reading of this because it pertains to all of you. I don't really know how to begin… I guess I will start by telling you that this world you are about to enter is a dark and terrible place. It's definitely not like the world you know…This is a different place entirely, once you start the journey you need to see it out to the end. I guess I will start from the beginning, the place where it all started, the first thing I remember. You know why I hate Ron and you know what kind of person I am. You are about to learn what happened to me to make me that person. Even though I have changed everything I will still be who I am and my personality won't change. I guess this is a beginning instead of an ending. Mummy, please don't cry, it has a happy ending, we all know that now. Daddy please remember that this is a fiction now, Aunt Ginny; please help them finish this, if anyone has the strength to do so, its you. This place I am taking you to is my world and this is 'What Happened'

OoOo Mira Bella's book oOoO

"Mummy," I called out as I sprinted into our warm house, and slipped of my rain jacket. It was raining outside and my best friend, Jasmine's, mother had driven me home Kindergarten. The house was quiet, aside from the distant pattering of rain on the houses high roof. Rain was something I had always loved; it was the sign of new beginnings. It washed away all the worries in the world… Not that I knew anything about worries.

"Daddy," I called out wondering if he might have come home early, though his voice never called back out to me. It was odd that neither of them appeared to be home, I was never left at home by myself, seeing as I was five at the time… That's not to say that my father consider it.

I had one word to describe the man that I called father; and that word was buffoon… or baboon… which ever you prefer… I myself tend to lean towards the word baboon.

"Momma," I called out again as I made my way through our ancient house. I had always liked it. I loved the how it creaked and groaned, causing it to have had an eerie feel to it. I loved the deep rustic colors that gave it that old and mysterious look. Its floors were made of the warmest deepest brown wood that I have ever come across, the walls were covered in earthy tones and the furniture looked as if it had come from straight out of an old photograph.

Another thing I loved about the house was the smell that seemed to seep from its walls. Every time I walked into the house, I was greeted with the smell of Cinnamon, honey, my mother's lavender perfume and the crisp smell of the books in the shelves, I can only describe it as the smell of my childhood.

Once I had made sure to check all of the downstairs rooms, I made my way back to the small foyer, and grasped the rail of the long winding stairs. I ran my fingers across the smooth top of the rail as I carried myself up the stairs, my pony tail bounced with every step I took. I couldn't help but start to worry; this whole situation was so unlike my mother.

It didn't take me long to reach the top of the stairs, and when I did I turned in the direction of my 'parents' bedroom. I continued to run my finger across the textured wall as I made my way to the room. I passed tons of pictures as I went, pictures of family and friends, some of which I had never met.I pushed the smooth pine door open and carefully peaked inside. There was sign of anybody. I sighed and turned to go down the other hall way. That was when I heard the muffled sobs.

"Momma?" I asked as I turned the corner. I will always remember what I saw before me that day. It made me hurt inside.

My mother was sitting at the end of the hall at the old antique desk that sat in front of a large stained glass window. She had all sorts of papers spread out in front of her, beside her, and behind her. I could see newspaper articles, letters, a large book… and I'm sure there were other things there as well; I was just too short to notice them.

"Mira…" She choked out when looked up and saw me standing there. "I didn't know you were home…" She wiped tears from her face and peeled her hair off of her moist cheeks. That was the first time I had seen my mother cry. She had always been so strong and powerful. I didn't even know that mothers cried.

"Momma," I said with tears in my own eyes, "why are you crying?" I asked running into her. I buried my face in her long brown curls as she wrapped her arms around me.

"Oh, sweeties don't cry." She said trying to control her emotions. It upset her to know that I was upset. "Momma just misses someone very much." She said trying not to cry as she rubbed my back.

"Why don't you go visit that person… then you won't miss them so much." I asked thinking that I had the answer to everything. I didn't understand that the world was so complicated. I saw it as a big wonderful place. I had no worries or heart aches. And sometimes, I wish I could still be that small, that childish and innocent.

"Honey." she said setting me out in front of her so that she could look me in the eyes. "It's not that simple," I could hear the emotion behind her words. I was flabbergasted. "I miss someone that I won't see again for a very long time…" her words were choked and she closed her eyes… "He was the most important person in my life… next to you of course." She said with a smile. I love how she always made me feel so important, it made me feel special.

"Why won't you see him?" I asked not fully understanding what she was telling me. I didn't know there had been a war; I didn't know what death was. I had never lost anyone.

"Mira…" She said picking up a photograph off of the desk. I wondered where all of this stuff had come from. She held the photograph close to her chest. "When you were very young, you were still staying with Auntie Fleur," Fleur wasn't really my aunt; I had just been around her so much that I called her that. "There was a war going on… Harry, Ginny, Luna, Blaise, Neville, Taylor, Christian, Cherokee and all of us were on one side… and your grandfather was on the other." She tried to explain. I stood up on my toes so that I could look down at the papers, a strand of my long blond hair fell over into my face.

I saw one with a man looking up at me. He was average height had dark hair and vacant eyes… this was the man I called grandfather… He was the most powerful man in the world; wizard and muggle.

"There was a lot of fighting; a lot of people got hurt…" She cried. "My best friend in the whole world was one of them." Tears trailed paths down her cheeks. "He was more than my best friend… and I don't expect you to understand that…" She said holding the picture out for me to look at. "He was killed by a man I thought to be a friend."

I looked at the picture. In the picture was my mum, only younger, her curly brown hair was pulled up in a ponytail that was similar to my own, she had a big smile painted her face. I could clearly see that she was holding a little baby in her arms. There was a man standing next to her. He looked very familiar. He had platinum blonde hair and piercing silver eyes. His smile matched my mothers.

I watched as he looked over at her his smile only grew wider. Mum took a tiny hand in hers and waved it. The blond laughed.

"The baby is you…" She said. She was crying again. "And that's Draco Malfoy." She said pointing at the man. I had heard that name before. I would occasionally hear Aunt Ginny, or Luna or Blaise say something about a Draco… And occasionally when I saw Uncle Harry, he would mention him… Harry had to be away a lot.

"He was Uncle Blaise's friend right?" I asked recalling a picture of the two when they were younger.

"Yes…" She said "And Mira, He was your father." I think my world stopped for a few seconds. Though it didn't really take me to long to grasp the idea…

"He was my Father?" I asked cautiously. I couldn't get used to the idea.

"Yes…" She looked worried.

A grin spread across my face and my mother looked confuse. "YAY! I'm not related to a Baboon!" I shrieked as I jumped up and down. She scowled at me. She didn't like my nickname for that Buffoon.

"Wow you really took that well…" She said with her eyebrows raised, she was slightly laughing. "Mira, now I want you go pack your bag, we are going to leave… No matter what my Father wants… He can take his Marriage law and…" She trailed off… "…and force it on someone else…" Her words seemed like they had been chosen carefully. "It's time for us to be happier."

I almost flew down the hall, I wanted her to be happy, and If she was happy I was happy. I was proud to be Mira- Bella Brianne Malfoy… It was a hell of a lot better than being Mira-Bella Brianne Riddle/ McLaggan.

OoOo Hermione oOoO

Hermione was screaming in terror as she tossed the leather clad journal across the room, where it almost met its fiery doom. She just couldn't believe what she had just read. She had been forced to Marry Cormac McLaggan; the biggest Buffoon in the world. That was just disgusting. She turned to glare at her father.

"You are the reason I got stuck with McLaggan!" She shouted. He looked genuinely terrified at what his daughter might do to him.

"No I wasn't… I resigned…" Tom said holding his hands up innocently. It looked rather foolish.

"Mione." Draco laughing pulling her back down into her chair. "Cool it." He said.

"How can I cool it?" She asked with hysteria "I was this close." She held her fingers up and indicated a small amount with her fingers, "to being forced to marry The McLaggan…" She finished all in one breath.

"Hermione!" Ginny said laughing. "You aren't married to him. You have Draco." Everyone else was still laughing. Hermione for one didn't find it funny. Not one bit.

"How can you find this funny?" She asked befuddled.

"It isn't… Your reaction is what's funny." Harry said.

"Oh, and I think the Whackspurts have you confused Hermione." Luna said in her same dream like tone. Blaise looked at her as if she was speaking complete sense. It was obvious he was in love with her.

"What do you mean Luna?" Taylor asked, she was still holding onto Christian's hand.

"What she said…" Christian, Ginny, Harry, Tom, Amethyst, Cherokee and Seamus said at the same time. Hermione and Draco didn't say anything, they just laughed at how everyone had said that at the same time.

"I think you are forgetting one important thing…" She giggled. "He died… You don't have to worry about being stuck with him." She smiled and took the book from Hermione, "how about I read for a little bit." No one really had a problem with her being the next to read,

"Can we just start back up in the morning?" Seamus asked looking over at a clock it had gotten late… a lot later than they thought it would get.

"Oh wow." The words echoed around the room. No one could believe how late it had gotten.

"Yeah we had better get back…" All of the people who were still in schools said before apparating away.

"That sounds like a good idea." Blaise said as he stood up. He wrapped his arm around Luna's waist as she stood up… Luna sat the book down on the coffee table in front of her.

"Bye!" They both said. *pop* they were gone.

"Hey Mione…" Ginny said as Hermione re adjusted the chairs.

"hmmm?" She asked looking over her shoulder.

"Can Harry and I just stay here? It will be easier getting around in the morning." She said as she leafed through the journal. All of the pages that hadn't been read were blank. It was all part of the spell.

"Of course you can." Hermione said with a smile. "You two can take the spare room next to Brianne's if you want." Ginny just adored the baby.

"Oh that would be great!" She looked back at Harry, he was headed up stairs.

"Hey, where did mum and dad go?" She asked looking around… They were gone.

"Away." Draco said smirking, Hermione threw a piece of wadded up paper at him.

"Oh you shut up." She laughed. "No one asked you." She rolled her eyes.

"No one asked me to do this either." He smirked before pulling her into him.

"Draco, we have guests…" She said giggling as she let her arms wrap around him.

"Oh, I see where this is going!" Ginny said trying not to laugh. "Bye…" She said running out of the room… Her laughter could be all throughout the house.

As soon as she was out of the room, Draco's lips crashed into Hermione's. She melted into the kiss. It was so full of passion and longing that no thoughts could pass through their minds. Soon Hermione found herself being scooped up into his arms and he carried her up stairs; all the way to their room.

OoOo An oOoO

Yay! Chapter one is up! I really hope you liked it… I kind of changed my mind a few times…

1. I'm happy with it currently. So what will happen next?

2. Did you like it?

3. Are you going to review?

4. Why did the book open? I know that one… I just decided officially the other day… It won't be revealed for a while… sorry.

REVIEW! Ease my mind… I have all school year to work on this… I hope to work on this throughout that time… I already have several chapters done… but any ways…! Okay, I will let you review, I just want to let you all know now that I might not be able to update as frequently as on the other one... School has been extremely busy and my math teacher sucks... and the history teacher apparently loves homework... But I will try! Review, favorite and story alert now… GOOO!