A/N: What if Harry wasn't the only survivor to the killing curse? What if Hermione had suffered the same fate? Please give this a try.
"Mr. Potter? Ms. Granger, if you would," Professor Dumbledore asked the two second year student to follow him.
Quietly the three of them made their way to the headmaster's office. Dumbledore walking in front of the two children, approaching the office Harry and Hermione grew a bit nervous.
"Now there is nothing to be nervous about," Dumbledore chuckled sitting down at his desk. Gesturing for the other two to sit in front of him, he offered them a lemon drop.
They stared at each other before Hermione couldn't take it anymore squirming in her seat she held her professor's gaze.
"Professor, why are we here?" Hermione's voice rang out shakily throughout the office.
"Well, Ms. Granger, I have something to discuss with both you and Mr. Potter. Though it seems we are waiting for one more, which is running a bit late." Dumbledore replied staring at the door.
"Professor, what happened to Dobby?" Harry asked remembering the kind house elf that had helped him.
"He has been set free; he is alright, Mr. Potter. As for you, how are you feeling? Fighting the basilisk couldn't have been easy." Dumbledore's eyes held a glint of curiosity in them.
Harry smiled, "It wasn't. I have one question, how did Tom Riddle take hold of Ginny?"
"That is dark magic, Harry. You'll eventually learn about it, for now it is not important."
"Alright," Harry mumbled.
The office was quiet again.
Slam!
"I'm sorry for being late. I couldn't get here quick enough. Then I forgot the place has bloody spells to prevent apparition." A woman with bright pink hair stumbled in.
"Nymphadora good for you to join on us." Dumbledore, greeted her.
"Professor, not to be rude, but why are we here, with her?" Hermione's impatience showed.
"Ah of course, Ms. Granger, Mr. Potter meet Ms. Nymphadora Tonks."
The woman walked further in taking Harry's extended hand. Shanking it she turned to Hermione and hugged her. Shocking the Gryffindor greatly, not one to be impolite, Hermione stood still.
"Nymphadora?" Dumbledore's voice questioned.
"Oh I apologize. I'm sorry, it's just been so long since I saw you, kiddo." Nymphadora said at a still stunned Hermione.
"Professor?" Hermione asked a bit lost.
"Ah, right, Nymphadora here is a very important person. She is your Godmother, Hermione."
"Excuse me?" the intelligent Gryffindor stated.
"Hermione your parents have told you, you're adopted right?" Nymphadora inquired.
"Yes, they have."
"Well then, Hermione, you're parents weren't muggles. Your mother was a witch your father was a muggle. Emma Granger was a very bright witch. She was top of her class, Ravenclaw chaser in quidditch and very gifted with teachers. She was one of the sweetest people I've ever known." Dumbledore started to explain. "Robert Derentes your father was a compelling muggle. Fell in love with Emma since day one and accepted her magical world. Never calling into question anything, he took everything in stride. They were an amazing couple a true pair. It came with great regret their death."
"Professor what has this got to do with me?" Harry asked while Hermione took in the information of her parents.
"Ah right, Harry. Your mother, Lily was best friends with Emma. They got along tremendously well. And why I have called you into this office is very important. You see Harry, Hermione, the night Lord Voldemort was killed four adults died along with two survivors of the killing curse. You Harry against the Dark Lord. Your parents protected you, just leaving the scar in place. The same night in the house next door, the same thing was happening. Bellatrix Lestrange was sent out by Lord Voldemort to destroy the Derentes. Your parents Hermione, your father was killed first. Then your mother died. Except when she sacrificed herself and died, the Dark Lord had vanished. Helping absorb some of the killing curse that had hit you as a baby, the curse was even deflected more. The other part that saved you was your mother's protection, love. Since both love and the deflection of the curse hit you, you were left without a scar." Dumbledore continued confusing the teens.
"Wait, I was hit by the killing curse?" Hermione questioned.
"Yes," Tonks replied.
"And love protected me?"
"Mhm."
"I'm scarless because?"
"That's not important. What's important is that you're alive and well." Tonks stated.
"Right. No offense Professor, Miss," Hermione mentioned glancing at Tonks and Dumbledore, "But how am I supposed to believe all of this?"
Both adults looked at one another expecting this question to happen.
Tonks opened her mouth to reply, "We don't. We're hoping you'll trust us, if not your parents would be happy to help us explain."
Hermione nodded her head, the twelve year old not quite wrapping her head around the new information.
That had been two years ago.
And Hermione Granger had grown in those two years. She now accepted that she was in fact Emma Granger and Robert Derentes were her actual birth parents. She now understood that Nymphadora Tonks was her godmother and that Harry was like her cousin. She now agreed that she was as big of a factor to winning the wizard war as was Harry. Hermione Granger finally knew she was a key player to the survival of the world.
The brunette currently sat inside the train compartment she had reserved for her friends.
Harry came into the compartment next, his black hair shielding his eyes, he took a seat quietly.
Ron bustled in next, his arms stuffed with candy for the ride from platform 9 and ¾ to Hogwarts.
The three fourth years exchanged smiles, but said nothing.
They were still shaken up from the Quidditch World Cup.
Luckily for them Ginny gracefully slid into the compartment followed by Luna.
Luna chose to sit next to Hermione while Ginny sat next to Harry.
The five of them rode in silence, eventually Luna curled up into Hermione and Ginny fell asleep on Harry. Harry stared out the window, Ron slept quite loudly while Hermione sat unfolding a letter, Tonks had sent her.
Dear Hermione,
I heard what happened at the World Cup. Thank god, you and Harry are alright. Both Sirius and I were worried sick. Yes, I know Harry's godfather is Sirius. Look this year some things are going to be happening, I can't determine if they'll be good or bad yet. And I can't tell you more, but you're going to have to modify some things. I want you to be near your friends at all times. Always be either near Harry or next to Harry. I want both of you to look after yourself. Keep your friends close and don't trust anyone you don't already. Keep your eyes open and don't believe in anyone who has a mysterious past. I wish I could explain more, but I can't. We'll meet up soon, I promise.
Love, Tonks
P. S. Tell Harry Happy late birthday.
Hermione was greatly confused when she had gotten the letter warning her. She had kept to herself.
"Hermione?" Harry's voice was tentative.
"Yes, Harry?"
"I got a letter from Sirius." Harry mentioned keeping his volume low. "Tonks, sent you one as well?"
Hermione nodded. "Yeah, she was warning me of the year ahead."
"So was Sirius, he told me to stay close."
"Tonks ordered me to do the same. What do you think this is about?"
"I have no clue, but we'll have to keep them close as well," Harry stated nodding towards Ron, Luna and Ginny.
"Yes we will, we'll have to keep a close eye on them."
"Hermione?"
"I'm scared, Harry."
"I know, I am as well." The boy who lived murmured stopping himself from saying more as Luna stirred.
"Now we're all settled in and sorted,I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been choosen," Dumbldore started explaing until Filch interrupted to him to whisper something in his ear. Nodding along, Dumbldore continued after Filch exited the hall. "So Hogwarts has been choosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-Wizard tournament. Now for those of you who do not know, the tri-wizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint hearted, but more of that later. For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of magic and their headmistress Madam Maxime."
The French school entered. The women dressed in light blue robes. They danced their way through the hall. One particular girl caught the attention of Hermione.
She was tall, long blonde hair, a sweet face. She was beautiful, elegant. She was part Veela, Hermione mused seeing how much Ron, Harry and about every other boy at the Gryffindor table stared. Hermione scanned the room to see where the gorgeous woman had sat. She found her at the Ravenclaw table. All men at the table also stared along with a few girls, Hermione found herself suprised to see Cho Chang staring. The only reason the fourth year knew her was because she had shared a couple of classes with the fifth year. Luna Lovegood also stared, not directly at the witch, but in her direction. That was less of a surprise, Hermione had seen Luna do some less than appropriate things with the female body.
"And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff." Dumbledore's voice rang out.
The Hogwarts student watched as a group of well built up boys marched in. They dressed in animal skins and mumurs errupted around the room when Victor Krum entered next to his head master.
"Your attention please! I would like to say a few words. Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the tri-wizard tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks." Dumbledore's voice grew serious and spoke in authority and discipline.
"Wicked." Fred breathed out while Hermione rolled her eyes.
"For this reason the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the department of international magic cooperation Mister Bartimus Crouch." Dumbledore introduced.
"After much deliberation the ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the tri-wizard decision is final." Barty Crouch annouced.
Hermione saw how everyone in the room got worked up.
She even heard both George and Fred shout, "That's rubbish! You don't know what you're doing!
The room was silenced by the spell Dumbledore casted to project his voice," Silence!"
Then the golden case which Hermione had an inkling contained the goblet was revealed. The goblet of fire stood with a blue flame burning.
"The goblet of fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday not do so lightly, if choosen there's no turning back. As from this moment the tri-wizard tournament has begun." Dumbldore mentioned as everyone was senf of to their rooms.
A/N: The last bit came from this website since I could not find my book.
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