So, we all agree that the Cursed Child was a little whack, right? Well, I'm going to try to fix it. Bare with me, I read Harry Potter a long time ago and some things may not be compliant with the books. This is most likely not on purpose.
That being said, let me warn you now. As I write this, I will be imagining Hermione as black. Please, feel free to imagine her as white. I understand if you do since that's how almost all of you have imagined her for the last two decades. But if I refer to her as being black, please don't jump down my throat about it.
Hermione was obviously written white by JKR, I agree with most of you on that, but her being black doesn't change her as a character. It's still the same Hermione we know. It would be different for someone like Ron. Hermione's main trait is her bushy brown hair, which a lot of black girls- myself included- have. Ron's main trait is his red hair, a predominantly white trait.
That being said, please enjoy!
20 July, 1999
Euphemia Rowle lived in a small cottage at the edge of Little Hangleton. Not many wizards or witches bothered with her. In her lifetime, she had never gotten married. She had no friends and almost no family to speak of. The only family she had was her distant cousin, Thorfinn Rowle. She hadn't heard much of him ever since he was thrown into Azkaban prison. Even before them, the too hadn't spoken on a regular basis. No, Euphwmia didn't have any family.
Unless, of course, you counted the little girl currently locked away in the cold, dark basement.
Delphini Riddle was only two years old. She had short, silvery hair and extremely pale skin. She was huddled onto the cement floor, knees tucked into her chest as she tried to keep warm. Her short breathing was visible in the chilly air, her shivering quite apparent due to the sound of the chattering teeth. She had only one source of light, a single dimly lit candle that she had been relying on for the tiniest bit of warmth it gave off.
Of course, Euphemia didn't know this, nor would she care if she did.
The woman was sleeping soundly in her warm, comfortable bed, even snoring. This, however, was interrupted when there was an urgent knocking on her door. She grumbled, trying to ignore it. When the knocking didn't desist, she groaned, pulling herself out of bed. She threw a night robe over her shoulders and made her way to the front door, opening it.
There stood a woman with dark green eyes and blonde hair. Her blank face gave no indication of who she was or why she was there.
Euphemia, who was quite perturbed at being woken up, crossed her arms. "Can I help you?" she snapped impatiently.
The woman didn't seem phased by her rudeness. "Evening, Madame," she greeted stoically. Her voice gave absolutely nothing away. "Are you, by any chance, Euphemia Rowle?"
Euphemia was suddenly on guard. This was most definitely someone from the Ministry. What did they want? Information on her cousin? "Who wants to know?" she demanded.
"My name is Jolie Porter," the woman informed her. "I've been sent to ask you a couple of questions regarding your involvement in the War."
The old woman stiffened, her gaze hardening. "I didn't have anything to do with that," she insisted. "Thorfinn and I barely spoke. I was never one of those Death Eaters." She rolled up her sleeve for good measure. "Do you see a mark?"
The woman's eyes suddenly narrowed dangerously and before Euphemia could blink, she whipped out her wand. "Stupefy!" she shouted, her voice laced with anger and disgust. The woman froze, her eyes wide, before she was renderred unconscious. The woman looked down at her before scowling. She spat out her next words. "I hope you rot here alone for the rest of your miserable life."
With a wave of her wand, the woman's features began to transform. In place of her previously straight blond hair was now brown bushy locks. Instead of dark green eyes, she now had chestnut brown orbs.
Hermione Jean Granger made her way towards the basement where she knew the child was being kept. She mentally cursed herself for not rushing over here as soon as she had found out. She had been such a coward, putting her own fears and feelings above an innocent child's safety.
Well, she was done running. She was done avoiding this. Hermione was the only one who could save this child and she wasn't going to let that opportunity slip through her fingers. So, with determination burning in her brown irises, Hermione made her way to the basement.
The brunette opened the door slowly, honestly afraid of what she might discover. From what she had seen of Euphemia's memories, Delphini had been stuffed into the basement with only a piece of bread and half a cup of water to keep her alive. However, the woman had not been down to check on her in a few days.
Hermione sneered as she began to walk down the steps; she was half tempted to kill the woman for her treatment of this poor child. How the Malfoy's could entrust her with their niece was beyond her level of understanding.
When she finally reached the bottom of the stairs, Hermione took out her wand once more. "Lumos," she whispered. The tip of her wand began to emit a soft light, bright enough for Hermione to see around.
That was when she saw her. Hermione gasped. "Dear Merlin..."
The small- unnaturally small- girl was huddled onto the floor, obviously freezing. Her skin was so pale that it was closer to that of snow than actual skin. But the worse thing was what covered her skin. Welts, bruises, and other marks littered the girl's tender body.
Hermione's teeth gritted, her fist clenched against her wand. She felt her magic swelling up inside her and did her best to tamp it down. She didn't want the girl to get hurt more than she already was.
But, by Merlin, if she wasn't so ridiculously furious at Euphemia! She wouldn't wish death on anyone, but she couldn't deny that the world would be better off without that woman.
Shoving her anger aside, Hermione crouched down next to the small girl, assessing her injuries. "I think I can heal these," she thought aloud. "They look worse than they are." Though, it would be a good idea to take her to a healer, make sure nothing else was wrong. She gently waved her wand over the girl, casting the Hot-Air Charm to warm her up before proceeding to heal the wounds.
Just as she suspected, they weren't nearly as bad as they looked. The girl's skin was completely clear by the time she finished. However, this did nothing to quell the rage bubbling inside of her. How dare that vile woman lay a finger on that child!
She shook her head of these thoughts, looking down at the girl once more. There was no time for her to dwell on what the child had gone through. All that mattered at the moment was getting her to safety.
So, Hermione gently scooped her up, cradling the child close to her chest. The girl whined in her sleep and Hermione gently shushed her. "You're safe now, Delphini," she promised. "No one's going to hurt you again."
Hermione made her was back up the stairs to exit the cottage. On her way to the door, she passed Euphemia, her anger creeping back up her throat. There were so many things she wanted to do to the woman. She wanted to make her hurt as much as she had hurt Delphini. However, there were more important things to worry about.
Euphemia Rowle was hardly worth her time.
So, Hermione pointed her wand at the woman. "Obliviate," she whispered. She erased Delphini Riddle from the woman's mind completely. She faced the door once more before stepping out into the brisk air, Delphini tucked tightly into her chest.
5 July, 1999
"I really appreciate you letting me stay here, Harry."
Harry Potter smiled at her. It was one of those rare sights as he didn't smile too often nowadays. Even though a year had gone by, everyone still felt the effects of the war. Harry, especially, was still haunted by it. He must have been feeling particularly lonely since he and Ginny broke up, though she was confident they would get back together.
"Of course, Hermione," he assured her. "You know you're welcome here any time."
Hermione smiled back. "Thank you," she said. "I'd stay at the Burrow, but it can be..."
"Overwhelming?" guessed Harry.
"Exceedingly," answered Hermione. She scanned the familiar space of Number 12 Gimmauld Place, frowning slightly as memories of Sirius Black. Tonks, Lupin, and Fred also weighed heavily on her mind.
She wondered if any of them would ever heal. She hadn't even had a chance to search for her parents in Australia. A part of her didn't want to, wanted to leave them be in their blissful ignorance. She was also worried that if she did restore their memories, they would be too angry at her, too disgusted to accept her back into their lives.
"You can take your usual room," Harry told her. "In a few hours, we can go out for dinner, if you'd like. There's a restaurant that just opened not too far from here. I've heard good things about it."
"Sounds lovely, Harry," Hermione responded. She gave him a small peck on the cheek before walking to her designated room. She used to share it with Ginny during the summer before fifth year and she used it again when the Trio stopped at Grimmauld Place while on the Horcrux Hunt. It was the room that was closest to Harry's room, Sirus' room being left untouched.
Hermione set her trunk down onto her bed, not really feeling up to unpacking. She had finished her Hogwarts career as Head Girl, the highest grades in her year- and the entire school. Professor McGonagall had been very proud of her, that much was apparent by the way she had announced her as top of her class at graduation. Hermione, never one to grab the spotlight, had flushed and thanked the professor profusely.
She sighed, stretching out across the bed. Kingsley had offered her a job in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and she thought that it would be a good idea to take it. At least, for now. She'd probably move onto something else once she got a place of her own.
Hermione stood up, deciding to head to the Black library to see if she could find something to entertain herself with until she and Harry went out. On her way there, she passed the Black family tapestry and paused, studying the spot where Sirus' face had been scorched off. She caressed the spot with her fingers, remembering the ragged, shell of a man she and Harry had saved from the Dementors.
She hadn't been as close to the man as Harry had, but he had always been kind to her. More than once, he had stated that she reminded him greatly of Harry's mother, Lily.
She missed him greatly.
Suddenly, something caught Hermione's eye. Under Bellatrix Lestrange's picture was a small, barely noticeable face. This could only be a child of the deranged woman, but the brunette suddenly recalled something.
The Lestrange's didn't have children.
Squinting at the name, Hermione was barely able to make it out. "Delphini Riddle," she read aloud to herself. "Born 28 February, 1998." Riddle? Where had she- oh. Oh no. Fear clenching her stomach, she let her eyes wonder to Delphini's supposed father.
Tom Marvolo Riddle.
Horror. That's all Hermione could feel at this revelation. Voldemort and Bellatrix had brought a child into this world. Two of the most horrible people to ever walk the face of the Earth had a daughter. Two people who had each singlehandedly ripped life away from countless individuals had given life to one.
She thought she was going to be sick.
She snapped out of her reverie as she heard Harry's voice from down the hall. Quickly, Hermione took out her wand and casted a cloaking spell over the pictures of both Voldemort and Delphini. "Y-Yes, Harry?" she called back.
Harry stepped into the room. "Ron flooed, said that Mrs. Weasley invited us over for dinner," he told her. His eyebrows suddenly furrowed, taking in her frazzled appearance. "Are you okay?"
Hermione nodded a bit too quickly. "Of course," she lied. "I'm fine."
He looked at her skeptically. "Are you sure?" he asked.
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Yes, Harry, everything's alright."
"If you're sure..."
Harry stared at her for a bit longer before relenting. "Okay, then..." He fidgeted slightly. "Do you want to get going now?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes," she agreed. "Let's get going." She followed him towards the floo, her mind elsewhere. Did Harry know about Delphini Riddle? Probably not, judging on how he had been acting. Harry had always been a terrible pretender, it just wasn't in his nature. He was who he was.
However, she wasn't going to tell him.
She thought about that girl, another orphan of the war. And they were responsible for taking her parents away from her. Sure, one could argue that Voldemort and Bellatrix wouldn't be very good parents, but that wasn't the point. She was still alone in the world because of them. She just hoped that the Malfoy's could be trusted with her welfare.
And telling Harry certainly wouldn't help things. Voldemort killed his parents. Bellatrix killed Sirius. Delphini was the product of the both of them. Harry would either sympathize with the girl and jump to the child's (maybe unnecessary) rescue or... She didn't want to think about it. Even though she had known him since she was eleven Harry Potter was still somewhat of a mystery to her.
Hermione sighed. For the first time in her life, she didn't know what to do.
Well, I'm satisfied with this chapter. Are you? I've read fics where Hermione adopts Delphi (or a version of Delphi before CC came out) and thought I'd give it a spin. Let me know if I should continued this. Oh, and the story would mainly be focused on Hermione's relationship with Delphi, but I am an avid Harmony shipper. However, I am partial to pairing her with Ron, Neville, or maybe Draco (unsure of that last one, so don't put your faith in me, Dramione shippers), so let me know if you have suggestions. Be warned that I may keep Hermione single though.
Anyway, I hope you liked it and please review!