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Confessions by RiddleMeThis

Format: Short story
Chapters: 6
Word Count: 12,054
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild Language

Genres: Drama, Action/Adventure, Angst
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Draco, Ginny
Pairings: Draco/Hermione

First Published: 04/01/2005
Last Chapter: 07/15/2005
Last Updated: 02/23/2006

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 Hermione's year is filled with compassion, love, mystery, and danger. Little did Hermione know how dangerous this year would be: for her heart, and her life. *ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE*

Chapter 1: Orchids and Confessions

Chapter1- Orchids and Confessions

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! This is my first fan fiction so bear with me! I am going to try to stick to the books concerning information as much as I can. But I might have to give in for one or two things in order to make my story line go a little smoother. Although the other main character, besides Hermione, isn’t in this chapter, I promise he will be in the next. Now I will really appreciate it if everyone could review so I could know whether or not I should continue the story.
Happy Reading!

Beta reading credit goes to Hillary. In other words my sister read what I wrote and yelled at me for using too many pronouns! *Don’t kill me!*

The quote in the story is by Plato.

Disclaimer: As we all know the wonderful J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and everything else that goes along with it. So, in other words, I own nothing! Well except for the computer that I’m typing this with, but that’s beside the point!

Orchids and Confessions

Hermione Granger was awoken by a light tapping on her window. The brown-haired girl sat up in her queen-sized bed and rubbed her eyes. She then looked around and took in her surroundings.

On the side of Hermione’s bed, was her dance bag. Ever since she was 3 she danced. Hermione was the best dancer at her studio and won countless competitions. She could dance to anything including a fast-paced beat to slow, mournful music. Hermione took every type of dance available. She loved ballet, and its soft fluid motions; she loved the adrenaline rush of jazz. But by far, her favorite was dancing with a partner. Everyday during the summer she would practice for hour’s on end and would never take a break. Hermione was graceful while doing the foxtrot and waltz but she really did her best in the more dramatic dances; allowing her to really excel at the tango. She could move her body in oh so many different positions that made her the perfect patner for the tango. Hermione had the attitude and the exotic look that was needed to make the sultry movements for the tango. Dancing was her passion. It was how she showed her feelings. How she showed emotion.

In the corner of the room was a large trunk with the initials 'HG' engraved on the top along with the Hogwarts crest. The young woman had a desk that was cluttered with quills, ink bottles and several school books. There was a large closet with her Muggle clothes alongside her Hogwarts robes. On the other side of the room stood her newly acquired owl cage with her beautiful white owl. Hermione named him Magellan because she always thought that was a rather dignified name.

There was sunlight pouring in from her large bay window but a few of the sunrays were obscured by a large animal in the sky. She quickly got up and unlatched the window, letting an unknown owl fly in. It perched onto a chair and outstretched its leg allowing her to untie a letter from its scaly leg. Hermione quickly relieved the owl of its burden and it then took flight again.

Knowing the letter’s contents, she tossed it onto the desk and laid down on her bed. Hermione began to ponder the upcoming year at school. It would be her seventh and final year at Hogwarts and it started in one week. She knew she would have to concentrate on her studies but she couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with the fact that her time at school is short. Everyday in sixth year she would be in the library keeping her nose buried deep inside one book after the other.

Hermione wanted to ease up a bit and not take everything for granted. She loved the giant squid outside in the dark, blue lake and even the way the Whomping Willow’s branches swayed in the breeze. She enjoyed being a Prefect and being able to help anyone who needed it. Hermione secretly liked being the best in her year and liked to set examples. At school she kept looking over her shoulder to make sure she wasn’t doing anything wrong. She didn’t want to put her eligibility for Head Girl in jeopardy…

At that thought Hermione jumped out of bed and ran to her desk. She completely forgot that Head Girl and Boy would be chosen in seventh year! She mentally kicked herself for forgetting about one of the biggest things that could ever happen to her.

She ripped the letter out of the envelope and quickly unfolded it. Her heart was beating so fast that she was trembling with eagerness. She quickly scanned over the required books for seventh years and was disappointed when there was nothing else important written on the parchment. She sulked back over to her bed and tossed the letter onto the desk. While doing so she noticed the envelope lying casually on her desk. She became aware that there was something else in the envelope; along with another piece of parchment there was a lump.

Almost jumping with excitement she strode over to her desk and tore open the envelope, allowing the shiny metal pin to fall into the palm of her hand. Hermione shrieked with joy as she realized what it was. She was pulled out of her trance when she heard a loud thud downstairs. She quickly dismissed it and turned her attention back to her Head Girl badge.

Overcoming the urge to kiss it, Hermione slipped the other letter out of the envelope and read what Albus Dumbledore wrote her. Not even bothering to finish reading the congratulations, she threw herself into a chair and started writing to Harry.


How has your holiday been? I hope the Dursleys haven’t given you too much trouble. I don’t think they would since you are in your last year of school. Mine has been okay; I’ve almost finished all of our homework. I hope you have done the same.
I have been made Head Girl and I am thrilled. What about you? Have you been made Head Boy? That would be wonderful if you were!
Want to meet at Diagon Alley to buy our books? Mention it to Ron if you talk to him. Write back to me if you can and when.
This is my new owl Magellan. He reminds me of Hedwig. Maybe they can be mates!

Love from,

Taking Magellan from his cage, she tied the letter to his leg and brought him to the window. “Take this to Harry,” Hermione said to Magellan right before he took off.

Letting the shock of the good news wear off she headed toward her bedroom door and grabbed her wand and pocketed it. Ever since entering the wizarding world it became a habit to carry it wherever she went. Hermione opened her door to go tell her parents. She flew down the flight of stairs and stopped abruptly when she caught sight of her front door. It was slightly ajar and it seemed to be forced open.

Becoming slightly nervous she peaked around the corner and looked into the foyer. She didn’t see anything unusual so she just ignored it and kept walking to the kitchen. But as she walked into the hallway she saw a once beautiful porcelain vase on the floor, in tiny pieces, shattered across the floor along with her Mother's favorite flowers orchids.

But that wasn’t what shocked her the most. On a petal of an orchid there was a dark read smear. The smudge was not just on that orchid but on several others as well.

To her horror, she realized what the smear was. There was only one thing it could be. Blood.

Reacting quickly, Hermione pulled out her wand and scanned over the hallway with her eyes. She didn’t know what was wrong, but she could tell that it wasn’t good. The broken vase was a sure sign of foul play. It was a sure sign of a struggle.

Her mother or father would have warned her if there was a shattered vase lying in the middle of the hallway.

She slowly made her way to the kitchen. Looking around she saw nothing. She turned around to go into the family room but something caught her eye. She had spotted a red substance on the hardwood floor. Upon closer inspection, it was without a doubt, more blood. There was a trail leading from it and into the master bedroom. She slowly crept her way towards her parent’s bedroom. As she reached the door she quickly recoiled at the sight in front of her.

Lying on the floor by the window was her mother. But she wasn’t like she remembered her. She was as white as snow and her eyes were wide open. Deep inside the pools of brown were anger, fear, and sorrow. There was fear clearly etched into the side of her face.

There was no question about it; her mother was dead. Realization and shock slowly came across Hermione as she sunk to the floor. She knew exactly what her mother saw and heard right before she died. She could almost see that bright flash of green. It almost seemed like those two deadly words were still echoing around the room.

Hermione couldn’t help it; tears started to pour out of her soft, chocolate brown eyes. She let out a light whimper when she saw her father on the other side of the bed. He had several deep gashes running along his arms and it seemed he was stabbed in the stomach. Hermione looked into his sparkling green eyes that were open and…blinking.

Hermione let out a sob as she reached her father. He seemed so weak and so helpless. She wrapped her arms around his neck and wept into his shoulder.

“Oh, Dad. Wh- Who did this to you? Why would someone do this?"

He winced as he brought his hand up to brush the tears from her cheek. He opened his mouth to start to speak when his face was filled with horror and anger.

Hermione’s father quickly pushed her out of the way as she spun around to look at what her father was staring at but was slapped hard across her face. Hermione reached for her wand but it was missing. She knew she was dealing with a wizard and that she was in trouble.

The attacker was hovering over her and she dared to look him directly in the eyes. To her luck his eyes were covered by a black mask and she couldn’t catch a glimpse of him. Hermione was suddenly unable to move due to ropes that had been conjured around her. Her assailant shoved a wad of cloth into her mouth, not allowing her to make a sound.

She looked at her father who was desperately looking at the attacker with a pleading look in his eyes.

“Please don’t hurt her. You don’t want her. It’s me that you want, she is worthless to you. Just let her go.” The murderer let out a deep laugh and yanked him up onto his knees, making him look directly at Hermione.

“Any last words to your lovely daughter?” the man said with a laugh in his raspy voice. A voice that sounded oddly familiar to Hermione.

“Out with it already,” said the attacker, “You’re going to die and I’m trying to be nice in letting you talk to her. “

“Trying to be nice? What the hell kind of charade is that? You have killed my wife, practically killed me, and now you are tormenting my daughter!”

The enemy squeezed the desperate father’s shoulder tightly and exclaimed, “Are you going to talk to Hermione or not?”

Hermione was trying to let this all register in her brain. Her mother dead. Her father kneeling before her in an execution style position. She, herself, was bound with ropes and couldn’t even utter the softest scream. Then the assailant. He knew her name.

“Hermione I’m so sorry. I should have been stronger, god damnit! I can’t believe I let this happen. You are my baby girl. My only daughter.” He stifled a sob as he continued. “I l- love you. I always will. Don’t ever forget that your mother and I will always be with you even if you can’t see us. We will be there at your graduation. We will utter you soft assurances during a tough situation. And I will still be the one, in spirit, walking you down the aisle at your wedding. I love you Hermione. Don’t, whatever you do, stop fighting.” Now her father had completely broken down and was in tears.

The assaulter seemed to be enjoying this. He watched from father to daughter as they confessed their unconditional love for each other. He then removed the cloth from Hermione’s mouth.

“D-Dad it’s not your fault. Y-You did everything you could. I-I've been feeling very guilty and I have to co-confess; I just wanted you to know that I-I have been sneaking out of the h-house and I-I am so s-sorry,” Hermione allowed more tears to fall from her already tear-stained face. “I-I love you too Daddy.”

Her father than recited, “Courage is knowing…”

“…W-what not to fear,” Hermione quietly finished for her father.

Suddenly, “Avada Kedavra!” yelled the man.

Hermione screamed as her father slumped to the floor but not before catching her eyes. They gave a look that clearly said, “I love you.”

Hermione screamed in fury and thrashed about against the ropes but they wouldn’t budge. She continued staring at her father’s dead, lifeless body as the now twice-murderer gave a cold, menacing laugh.

Hermione dangerously said through clenched teeth, “How could you?”

He turned to her and gave her a searching look, as if wondering whether or not to answer truthfully or not.

“I could care less about your mother or father. I only killed them because they wouldn’t let me g-“

But he was cut short by a sudden crash in the next room. Running footsteps were quickly approaching the bedroom.

He cursed under his breath, took one last, quick look at Hermione and said, “I promise we will meet again soon.” He Disapparated as a figure raced into the room.

“P-Professor?” Hermione quietly asked as she looked at Albus Dumbledore.

“Miss Granger are you all right?” he asked looking her up and down for any major injuries while quickly walking over to her.

“P-Physically, y-yes but emotionally-,” Hermione whispered as she looked at her fathers motionless body.

The aging Headmaster shook his head as he unbound Hermione with a wave of his wand. She wiped her face with her sleeve, trying to get rid of the tear stains. As she reached her left cheek, she winced in pain from when she was slapped across the face.

She sat their in shock as everything flooded back into her head. Bloody orchids-her mother’s empty, lifeless eyes-her father sinking to the ground-the attacker’s voice and how it was so recognizable-

She couldn’t take it. Hermione cried into her hands as if there was no tomorrow. How could anyone do this? Why would someone do this?

She felt a reassuring pat on her shoulder and looked up into the Professor’s watery eyes. A thought suddenly hit her. How had he known?

“Professor, how did you know?” Hermione said what was on her mind.

Dumbledore sighed as he looked at her father. “There is a time and a place for everything Hermione,” he continued, “but that time is not now and that place is not here. It is not safe here. I will explain everything when we arrive at Headquarters.” he finished at her questioning look. But then he added, “There are a lot of people in this world who care about you, Hermione. They are watching over you even when you don’t know it.”

Although bewildered by this statement she nodded her head and sniffed as she looked at her parents. “Don’t worry. I will make sure everything is taken care of and you don’t have to be troubled.” Her eyes watered as she nodded her head.

The Professor gently helped Hermione to her feet, seeing as she wasn’t able to stand by herself.

He then pointed his wand at a shoe and muttered, “Portus”. The shoe glowed blue for an instant, shook violently and then became normal again. He handed it to Hermione and they were both transported to Number 12, Grimmauld Place, London, with a jerk behind their navel.