Chapter 16Notes:It's clear I've had too much free time. I'm going to restrain myself from posting for couple of days to catch up on the inordinate amount of stuff I've left to last minute essentially. If I can retain myself from writing another chapter that is.
I'm also a good like 98% certain this book will exceed more than by my 30 chapter amount theres just so much i want to add đđđ
Chapter TextHermione got off the train and stood there. She could see countless of kids running to hug their parents and embrace them. Even malfoy with his stern father ran to hug and embrace his mother, shooting her a beaming genuine smile that she had rarely seen. Harry finally had a taste of family, running and hugging sirius as they walked back to wherever Harry was staying at. Hermione felt more alone than ever.
She waited...and waited...and waited. Until it was just her and Theo.
Theo and her sat down as Theo pulled a book out to read. It's clear it hadn't been the first time he waited at the train station for so long.
"Is your father always late?" Hermione inquired curiously, she was usually the first out to catch the 2 trains and 3 buses home to the orphanage.
"Yes, it's often like this but I don't mind. The longer I wait the better." It's clear that he despises going home himself. He slammed the book shut "however, this time I might enjoy waiting even more than usual because I have a friend to wait for me." He turned smiling at her
She breathed a sigh of relief. A breath she didn't think she was holding. Her heart was thudding in her chest as more anxiety threatened to creep in. Theo could tell she was worried about her father, and was trying to calm her down
"I look that nervous huh?" Theo laughed at this
"Yes you really do" he took out a piece of paper from his pocket. "Here" he said "this is my address. Send me an owl or too over summer, we could talk about anything" he said, implying that he was asking to tell her how it all was
"Yes I'd like that, thank you...Theo-"
"Theodore." Someone to the left of him said. They both turned and she could see his eyes widen slightly as the sight of his father. A tall man with scruffy stubble but a menacing look to him. Theo silently stood up, bid hermione a small farewell and left silently next to his father.
Not too long after this a man came in dressed in a suit. "Miss Morvinagh, come now, your fathers waiting." He said looking down at her with a small smile. "We wouldn't want to waste time now do we. I'll take that" he said scooping up her suitcase to his left hand, holding his right arm out. "Take my arm and we'll apparate there. If its your first time apparating then don't be surprised if you feel sickly afterwards". Hermione took his arm she felt her body was being pulled in all directions, as if on some hectic roller coaster. By the end of it hermione stood hands on her knees gasping for air. Silently praying she doesn't throw up.
After a couple of moments she stood up straight and looked up at him
"Good. Well now I must introduce myself. I am Mr Montague. I work for your father. He entrusted me in picking you up. I do apologise for the tardiness, I was sorting out a prior issue but, never the matter. Here we are, Morvinagh Manor"
Hermione finally checked out her surroundings. It was huge to say the least. A towering, gothic structure with high, narrow windows and thick, blackened stone walls that seem to absorb the light around it. Its beauty is undeniable â ivy creeps along the edges, and the grand entrance is flanked by statues of long-dead creatures, their expressions twisted in silent torment. Yet, there's an eerie stillness in the air, as if the very walls hold their breath, waiting for the next dark ritual. If the walls could speak, they would whisper of cursed experiments, tortured souls, and the echoes of spells that still linger in the shadows. A pulchritudinous insanity. They walked through halls, ballrooms courtyards until they found the door of her fathers office. It is there once the door pushed open that she came face to face with the man who right now was writing a some sort of ledger.
"You may leave us Louis. I'd like to have a word with her"
"Understood Sir" he said, giving hermione a small smile and closing the door. Leaving her alone with him.
She stood there awkwardly for what seemed like ages, as he finished up his own work before talking to her. After an eternity of waiting. He put his pen down and looked up at her
"Sit" he motioned to the chair in front of his desk and hermione walked slowly and sat down on it
He didn't say anything for a moment. Just staring at her. His icy glare burrowing deep into her soul. "Do you know why I brought you here?"
Hermione, shrugged before saying "because I'm apparently your child"
"You ARE my child, Hermione. But no, I could've left you at the muggle orphanage if I so pleased. But I did not"
"So why?-"
"What you are, is untapped potential. When all magical children are about 13-14 they undergo a change. Their magical core increases exponentially. Morvinaghs are no different. Except the way this change effects us by giving us magic that no other pureblood, halfbloods or muggleborns can do."
"The potential we have is unlimited, and we each gain one or 2 traits that the rest cannot do. For starters most of us are pastlemouths and most of us have the ability to fly without a broom. But the power I'm talking about is different from that, it's unique to each and every Morvinagh." He paused stopping his monologue to look at her
"Controlled, it is a wondrous thing. Uncontrolled it is dangerous, more often than not lethal. That is why you are here"
She understood now, he didn't bring her because he wanted to, moreso because he had to. It was an obligation for Morvinaghs to mentor the child through it. She was no different.
"So you expect me to have such powers?"
"Precisely."
"But how do I know-"
"You will know." He said leaving no room to speak up further
"Despite all of this however, you have my blood just as much as you have your mothers." He said with a slight face of disdain 'he's the one who fucked her and yet even so much as speaking her name leaves him disgusted'.
"You will be raised here from now on. I won't get tutors for you unless you request because of your grades. But you will need to learn the pureblood ways. How we act, talk, our etiquette, are all things a Morvinagh has to know and study. I also expect you to keep up with some muggle studies too"
Hermione must've looked confused because he then added "we Morvinaghs are not the same as any other pureblood, you must have your foot in both worlds. And so you will be learning both muggle and magical studies from now on. I expect you to do Science, Math, Literature, Language and music." He said as he took a book labelled 'A guide to french, beginner to advanced.' And slid it towards her
"This is your first task. Learn this book quickly, the next conversation I have with you shall be in French. Failure is not an option. You are dismissed" and with that he walked back to his desk, sat down and started writing again.
Hermione walked out , book in hand, to find Mr Montague waiting for her.
"This way Miss Morvinagh, I'll give you a quick tour of the house and we will end at your room." Hermione followed obediently, trotting just a few steps behind his own, shoes echoing through the the halls. It was as he was showing her the house that he decided to make himself more acquainted
"So how was your year? Quite eventful I assume after what happened with Sirius Black?"
"Yes, quite, but it was albeit a little enjoyable" she admitted truthfully, "I was just glad I could help"
"Yes your father read up on it after realising you were his daughter"
"Did he say anything?"
"No, miss Morvinagh, nothing at all"
She sighed, meeting the man she didn't even call a father was odd to her. She acted nothing like him, looked nothing like him. And as far as she could see she had absolutely nothing in common with this man. Strangers were more acquainted with hermione than the man
"I wonder why he dislikes me so"
"Your father is a strange man hermione, even to me and I've known him for years. He has brought you here though, but I imagine he'll be strict in what he wants from you. The best thing to do is to simply follow his instructions"
She looked down at the book in her hands. She knew the Morvinaghs held immense power and influence and she must get in his good books no matter what. If he sends her back to the orphanage then...let's just say she could never face magical Britain again out of pure shame.
"And here is your room. Dinner is at 7:30. Down the hall, down the stairs, to the left."
"Thank you Mr Montague"
"Please, call me Louis"
"Alright, but please call me Hermione"
He smiled, nodded and walked away at that
Hermione sat down and checked the time. '15:18'. Couple of hours before dinner. She opened the door to find a wonderful room. It had a good sized bed, probably a queen perhaps? And a large shelf filled with books and tomes. She couldnt wait to read them but she decided to get a head start on French. She had always wanted to learn the language regardless, and because her father wanted her to then it fueled her want even more. So she studied. And studied and studied. French despite being a wonderful language took time and so required more brainpower than the usual book. She put down her pen in a huff and checked the time again '18:48' . She still had less than 45 minutes. And besides Louis didn't say she must remain in her room for the duration of her time here. So she left. Louis didn't really show her a tour of the house, just the specific things she'd need. The study, the bathrooms, the dining room her bedroom. But she wanted to see all of the house like an exploration.
She opened door after door to wonders behind it. Behind one door, a music room. Filled with instruments from a grand piano to a beautiful clarinet. She was eager to try out an instrument or 2. She opened another door to a massive library. Books in mahogany bookshelves, with multiple study desks to sit on. She'd definately be coming here a lot.
She had finally opened a door, and came across a hallway slightly dusty and old. A hall with pictures that didn't move. She soon realised it was oh her family. Dozens and dozens of photos lined the long hallway, with titles below the portraits. It seems it was customary to take one painting of the family and another one the heir had been chosen.
She slowly made her way through the hall
"Morvinagh family - 1848" of a mother, father and 3 children. Both parents were not smiling but all 3 children had beaming smiles and missing teeth.and right next to it "Morvinagh family - 1856" was of the same family, except only one child remained, the boy, now a teenager frowning and angry, posed to look courageous and tough, far unlike the innocent look he had a few years prior.
She moved forward "Morvinagh family 1892" with a family of 2 kids, evidently twins, boy and girl both standing hand in hand. The parents were again, not smiling. But as she moved on "Morvinagh family 1905" only the girl remained, standing tall and proud, again that innocent look no longer there. It was clear she was the heir, and her brother failed.
Hermione running out of time decided to skip forward all the way down to the last 2 pictures "Morvinagh family 1953" and here she saw a mother and father with 8 children, none smiling in this one. All angry despite their young age. She then moved forward one last time "Morvinagh family 1966" A father clutching the shoulders of 2 kids. Mother no longer in the picture one she could see was a girl, who inherited black hair with a few white strands, clearly inheriting hair from both parents (the mothers hair was white). It's clear that was her aunt Victoria. And the other she could see had stark black hair, looking slightly down towards the camera, showing a deadly stare and an expressionless face. That she could see, was her father.
Just then she realised she took to long and rushed to retrace her steps before heading down to eat. Just before she opened the door she checked the time 19:30. Just on time. As she opened the door to see her father.
Which to her absolute surprise was not there.
"Ah, hermione, I see you found your way here well?" Louise said smiling
"Yes, I got here perfectly fine, thank you." She then looked around
"Where is he?"
"Your father is at a meeting at the moment, muggle business so he had to fly out. He'll be back in a week or two. Enjoy your dinner." And with that he closed the door.
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Hermione ate alone that day. And every other day afterwards.
She was left alone for most days, if she didn't see Louise then she could go almost days without talking to a person. Her own solace of proper conversation was Ajundé but he unfortunately had to hunt every now, often leaving for a couple of days to do so. She still wrote letters though. She loved talking to Ron and Harry who were both enviously having the time of their lives. She learnt to live vicariously through their own adventures. She had also recently started talking to Theo and Draco too, them telling her what to do to help
So hermione sharpened her skills. Refined her French carefully, she could understand conversations now through the sheer grit it took her to learn it. She took the time to refine her wandless magic and could now do novice level transfiguration. But her father was seemingly no where to be found. Not in his office, not at dinner, not around the house like the parlour or library. The man was a ghost or a planet. Orbiting close not never going as far as to meet her face to face. It took him an entire month to have a second meeting.
"Come in" she heard behind the door. As she slowly opened it.
*French*
"So have you kept busy over these past few weeks?"
Hermione stared at him, confused as to why he's been speaking in French after a month of silence
"What are you confused about, I did make my rules clear, no?"
"Pardon? What rules?" her voice sounding slightly hoarse. How long had it been since she actually spoke?
He huffed a sigh of impatience "The rules on you speaking French. Or is your memory that blunt"
She just stared at him. A month of pure isolation and he only summons her here for a test? "Oh. Well it's been a while since I've spoken anything other than parseltongue out loud so, excuse my pronunciation"
"You speak to snakes?"
"Yes, it seems I've inherited one Morvinagh trait after all"
"And your other bouts of magic? What of them?"
Hermione was struggling in that reguard. She didn't understand how she's meant to understand something she doesn't know what to feel. So instead she just said a quiet "I'm working on it" and looked down at her hands. She was irritated when things didn't come naturally to her. Irritated that no matter how much she practiced or well tried to, she didn't know what to do.
Her father however, was displeased with her antics
"Every time I look at you, you remind me how disgustingly muggle you are"
"I was raised in a muggle world, sir. I've only recently been a half-blood, or regarded as such"
"Yet you still act like one"
"Hard to act like a pureblood when the only pureblood around me is never truly here."
"You will do well to watch your tongue." He father spoke, but hermione didn't mind staying quiet, she had said all she wanted to him anyway.
*English*
"Your French is adequate. You will start classes tomorrow on your muggle subjects and pureblood etticate. That will be all"
"Sir I-"
"That will be all." He said firmly, leaving no room for discussion. Hermione turned and left in a huff, angry at this man for dragging her here then leaving her to fend for herself. To hell with this, this situation, her father and the whole bullshit house of Morvinagh itself. But one thing was certain, she would prove herself to wipe that smug grin off her fathers face. If it isnt the last thing she'll do.
Chapter 17Chapter TextHermiones first week was...manic to say the least. A woman by the name of Agatha Huebert woke up up at Precisely 5:30am in the morning. Angrily drawing the curtains open with a frown on her face. This however unphases hermione. And this stupid intimidation tactics was beyond her.
"Up up, let's go now, you must get up."
"You know...my father has a more intimidating frown that you" she said smirking at the woman
"Hmph! Father. We'll see about that" she said stomping towards the door like an angry toddler. "I expect you to get dressed and ready in no more than half an hour" voice already seething with anger. Hermione wondered what she had done to piss off a woman she hadn't even met.
This fact became clear once the woman introduced herself. I am Ms Agatha Huebert and I will be your watcher.
"Watcher?-"
"I am, as your father discribed it, to watch you. Ensure that you are at your classes, and no less than 90% on all tests taken within the next 2 months here. I expect excellence from Morvinaghs. And WILL be reporting to Mr Morvinagh if you step so much as a toe out of line."
Hermione just stared at her emotionlessly, but internally however she was in utter disbelief. A watcher? A fucking watcher? This father of hers will surely be the end of her. Fuck this. Fuck my father, fuck this bloody woman fuck-
"Understood ma'am, I hope to live up to only the highest of expectations" she said with a dashing smile.
"Good. Now at 6:30 - 11:00 you will have muggle studies. You will have an hour to rest and eat. Then from 12:00 - 15:00 you will have pureblood training finally from 15:30 - 18:00 you will have other specialist training. But that starts as of next week. You will be free for the remainder of the-"
"What? What specialist training?"
"Do NOT interrupt. As for your question, even I don't know about that. I am to drop you to the dueling room and leave instantly. For your information I am yet to believe you still share Sebastian Morvinaghs blood, as are most of the rest of the staff here. Do not expect to be treated any more than what you truly are."
Hermiones brain racked with ideas but she was didn't have much time to ponder as she was whisked away to her first class.
As for what Agatha said about her treatment. Let them not believe, she will prove it to them 10 times over how she IS his child. And she WILL regret not treating her as such.
Her first class was French, majorly lax a good hour spent on the teacher assessing her work. Correcting her slightly on her incorrect accents or misgendering of various objects. The man Mr Blake, was a muggle, who she learnt his mother was French. He was happy to converse about his life and was a good teacher to hermione too. She enjoyed his lessons.
After he left, a woman came in next, she was soft spoken with kind eyes and curly brown hair. She reminded her a little of her mother. She introduced herself politely and she was informed she was hear to teach literature. Hermione always rather liked that subject as a kid, this time Shakespeare was a little hard to follow but she was getting used to it, slowly but surely. By the end of her sessions she never prescribed too much homework, just to interpret passages or a little bit of light reading, but after finding hermione to be sharper than most of her students, with a love to read, she allocated her more hefty difficult work. Hermione enjoyed this however, and was delighted to embark on the challenge.
Maths and science she also had no issue with. She liked the rigidity of it all. It's fixed, constant, but also there was something beautiful when looking back at ones equations and feeling a sense of joy
But it was music that truly made hermiones heart leap. She always found music to be a means of escape, similar to that of books. After all, if listening to music envoked such a visceral reaction, then wouldn't playing it be more intense? She met with Mrs Vanshkova. A short Russian woman with an intense tone. And said shed train hermione in 2 instruments of her choosing. She picked violin and piano. She made hermione train long and hard during her lessons, constantly critiquing her bad behaviours, and making her practice at least 2hrs per day in what free time she had left. But she was an amazing mentor. And although she had never heard a good word come from her lips, she knew that all she truly wanted was an eager student. And hermione does aim to please.
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Her etticate lessons were, at best intresting. She was firstly introduced to her teacher and surprisingly her father had chosen none other than Narcissa Malfoy, which makes sense as she would need to learn more ladylike mannerisms, and Narcissa was the best bet considering she was a Black and her 2 sisters were both disowned and jailed.
Hermione never knew where to truly place her really. She was a woman with a sharp gaze but never truly piercing, its as if she gazed through you rather than at you. She was clearly intelligent, seeing as she had a high up position in the ministry and never truly spoke idle conversation with hermione. She first taught her, however, the rules she must follow
"Miss Morvinagh, you come from a special line of purebloods. And this your rules don't apply to other pureblood women"
"However so?"
"For starters most pureblood women take on the roles of housewives, they're expected to learn how to host socialite meetings, balls, and maintain strict order of the household, both in finances and other duties"
"...but??"
"But you're separate from that. Your role is to work, to gouvern, to lead, the Morvinaghs have always pushed their children to be the best they can be regardless of gender. It's i think their one redeeming quality I must say" she said that last part more quieter, more like a mumble
Hermione however, still picked up at it and giggled slightly, "and what of you Mrs Malfoy? I heard you still work In the ministry, are you exempt too?"
"Unfortunately I am not, the world is changing, albeit slowly, I was fortunate enough that my generation could put our skills and talents to good use, thus my reason for working, but I still have to embark in some roles that are expected of me, although not as frequent as traditional pureblood women.
"But aren't the Black's, Morvinaghs and Gaunts, all on the same level in terms of the hierarchy?"
Narcissa slightly smiled at this, sometimes she could truly see how clueless this child was
"That is merely a curtesy that the Morvinaghs let the Blacks and Gaunts share the pedestal. Although both lines are or were rich with a strong lineage. The morvinaghs outrank the other 2 in every other way. The morvinaghs are on top, whether the wizarding world likes it or not. And because of this they get the acceptions, does this make sense?"
"Yes, thank you" Hermione still felt odd about the fact that she's a Morvinagh. She had never felt powerful before, in terms of family at least. And now, learning these rules and obligations it's clear she now has to get used to being treated better by others purely by the fact that she lucked out at birth. If she gets chosen as heir at least.
"In addition you are allowed to wear both suits and dresses based upon occasion. It is entirely up to the person's choosing. This is strictly for Morvinaghs. And finally" she trailed of trying to find the right words, "pureblood men are typically ones of to embark on a little "fun" before settling down with a woman, as long as its done in the privacy of themselves and specific company then it is socially accepted. It is also acceptable for Morvinaghs to embark on this as well, both genders. Understood?"
Hermione nodded, she had a feeling it would be the last time she heard that from Narcissa. She wasn't dumb by what Narcissa was implying she could do and it's clear that Morvinagh women had the same rights as men in wizarding society. Its all a load of idiotic hypocrisy.
"Now, I must teach you the basics..."
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Hermione was still wearing some clothes she brought from the orphanage, but even she must admit she had a little bit of a growth spurt, her trousers were now too short and her shirts a tad bit too tight. she had also noticed some...developments with her body unfortunately coming in a time she couldn't even ask her father for money with the way he was never at home. But besides that Hermione was slightly more enthusiastic today and there was a good reason for it. Today was her first day with specialist training. She must admit the whole thing had her quite curious. She was doing well in her own subjects, and was able to fit in any extra reading she could do as well as write letters but she's often more exhausted than before. At times like this she kind of misses the time turner. She opened the door to what she had hears was called the dueling room to a spectacular room filled with swords and other weapons mounted on walls. Along with animal carcases. It seems this room doubles as a hunting room. She grazed her finger lightly on one of the swords and blood started to emit from a small cut the blade made. Immensely sharp even when not used. In the middle of the room stood a matted floor, similar to ones at dojos in the old films she used to watch as a kid.
She took off her shoes, thinking how it felt right in this situation and waited for her new instructor. After a little waiting she decided to check out the room some more, it didn't hurt to look around right? She was checking out the various pictures of different Morvinaghs in both magical and muggle photographs, posed with various animals, beaming from ear to ear on their findings, she came across an old magical photograph, the man there was young, around 18-20. Wearing clothing that reminded her a little of an explorer. His leg perched on top of the animals carcus, beaming from ear to ear at the fact that he killed a tiger. He was still holding the curved blade he used to slay the animal. Blood still dripping in both the blade and his face. It was the first time she'd seen her father smile. And it was to an animal, not to her. She'd also peered at the picture besides his to see her aunt Victoria, standing proud and all, her leg on top of a dead rhinoceros, Gun in hand, probably a skilled long distance shot with the way there was no blood on her. But what was this?? A Morvinagh ritual perhaps? Once an heir is declared?? Once the weeds known as siblings are gone?
She was slightly startled by the door opening, and seeing a figure stand in the shadows. She had backed away from the pictures now.
"Liking the pictures are you?" The woman said pointedly, "I must admit it's a good photo, showing strength and prowess, probably one of my best" she could practically hear the smirk on her face
"My?"
She stepped into the light, and it finally immuminated her face. Hermione could tell who she was from the white streaks in her hair, not from old age but rather genetics, she had a perfectly sculpted face with high cheekbones and a commanding stature
"So you're the child that has invaded my brothers home" she said, gazing down at Hermione. "Do you know who I am?"
"Victoria Morvinagh. The famous aunt of mine that no one has told me about"
A smirk appeared on her face, raising her head slightly at the weight that she carried due to her name
"Precisely."
Chapter 18Notes:Fleur rly out here taking her sweet time to appear, can't even call this a fleurmione fic yet đđ
Chapter Text"So Mrs Morvinagh, i assume you are to be my teacher for this 'specialist training?' "
"Oh please, Aunt Victoria is fine. And yes I am. But first..." she said "how much do you know about fighting?"
She paused, confused.
"No. But aren't these classes for the unique Morvinagh magic?"
"What? Oh god no" she said laughing as if she's said the most shocking thing ever. Hermione stood there slightly angry, 'they make me assume and yet when I assume the most plausible conclusion I'm laughed at.'
Once she had finished laughing "God my brother really does not tell you anything does he?"
"It's kind of hard to know how that all works when the only thing told is that 'you will know' "
She laughed even harder at this, in a very unrefined way. A hearty laugh echoing throughout the room. This aunt was so unlike her father, more joyful and carefree.
"Figures you'd struggle with an explanation like that. The magic is triggered by a certain stressor unique to the person." This stressor correlates to the power. For example she held out her hand, and put her hand on the wall she was leaning on. The entire thing soon became covered with a light bit of frost. She removed her hand. "See this? This was triggered by my parents yelling at me when I was 13. They said they were angry at how I wasn't Morvinagh enough. A child being too cheerful was oh such a monster indeed in a household like ours. I spent wishing I was more colder, more aloof than my brothers and sisters. It then channeled itself into my magic." She then with a flick of her hand, removed all ice from the wall and leaned back on it again.
Hermione sat there entranced at her skills and technique
"Do you have any other powers?"
"Of course, but Morvinagh powers aren't for flashy convenience. Only to be used when needed, the only exception is if your magic awakens in public than there's no prevention that can be done obviously.
But again, I cannot teach you how to awaken them. Only you have that power. Its a mark of a Morvinaghs maturity. Their power. Their magical prowess." She suddenly became quite serious "you staying a Morvinagh relies on it. But a word of advice? Try evoking reactions out of yourself, sorrow, joy, disgust, hate. These are all things that could help"
"Did you ever fulfill your wish?"
"What wish?'
"Of being cold and more aloof"
"I wouldn't be standing here if I didn't. I'm a Morvinagh. When I set my sights on something I will stop at nothing to achieve it."
She said staring at hermione dead In the eyes, and hermione stared back. That was the face of a Morvinagh.
"Now then, let's start practicing. Take up any weapon you'd like from the shelves. Morvinaghs typically learn to use 2 or 3 so we will begin with your first pick. But once you pick a weapon you cannot exchange it. That is the Morvinagh way."
Hermione first started walking towards the guns but she wanted the gun she picked to be long range, not short range. And she was more eager to learn something close or well closer range anyway. She shifted towards the blade wall. Littered with Persian swords and scimitars. Each practically calling her to pick it up. She heard her aunt call out to her
"Pick the one that speaks to you the most"
Hermione almost scoffed at this, they're all speaking to her. 'This is a game of pure riddles. This house and all of its goddamn idiosyncrasies.' She was about to give up and pick one at random when she saw it. A blade still not unsheathed. Only the handle of it was apparent. It was the only one that remained silent. Watching. Waiting for someone to choose it on their own accord. And against better judgement, she picked it.
"Ahh, a katana, I don't think we've had someone to weald that before. I haven't seen someone use that yet. And it's one of the only swords that I have no idea who made..." she paused smiling "you picked an anomaly, an enigma and surprisingly a blade that reminds me of you"
"You think I'm an anomaly?"
"Well of course. To hear my infertile brother had a daughter is an anomaly indeed. My own daughter wasn't content with it actually."
"Ah yes, Gwendolyn Carrow right?"
"Gwendolyn Morvinagh" Aunt Victoria corrected. "Morvinaghs born as heirs of other houses are regarded as Morvinaghs until they inherit. Up until the 3rd generation. I am the Head of house Carrow and so am regarded as a Carrow, Gwen is still heir so she's still regarded as Morvinagh."
Hermione mentally made a note of that. All these rules for Morvinaghs is quite tiresome at times.
"So she's stuck being the heir of house Carrow whilst I am being thrust as a potential morvinagh heir? I'd rather be in her position"
"I beg to differ. Morvinaghs have more power and status than all houses, to be a Carrow is to be a cheaper substitute. But Carrows are on their way to being regarded as highly as Notts and Malfoys so I'm not too disappointed that my child might miss out on being Morvinagh heir"
"Might?"
"Well she's still in the running mind you, she is your biggest competition. But ultimately your father will pick who becomes the heir. He is watching you quite closely, even from afar Hermione. He's also doing the same with Gwendolyn. As well as a few others. One cannot have just 2 contenders after all. My money is on one if the 2 of you though"
"So I'll have to kill her? Like you guys did with your siblings?"
"No, luckily for the 2 of you, you are both cousins and she is the Carrow heir. Far too valuable to loose. You must show eachother up in magical prowess, studies, both magical and muggle, dueling etc etc, the Carrows are also forming a base in the muggle world, obviously due to Morvinagh heirs coming into play. And thus she's doing the same studies you are."
"So a battle of who could make the best heir...in theory"
"Yes precisely. So you better hurry up and manifest those powers already Hermione. The further you delay, the harder it'll be to catch up" she said smirking at her
"Now, your training. We shall begin."
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Training was troublesome for her. She started out absolutely awful at it hearing a multitude of critiques from her aunt.
"Relax your arm...not too much"
"Hold it like that and you'll loose a finger"
"Channel your mind to think like you're slashing water. You must make it cut through not break it."
All in all it seemed to her that the katana was not for her at all. And so she trained hard. Often after her music lessons into late at night. It eventually started to show
"Yes, good. Now again"
"Lean more forward or you'll loose your grip. Perfect"
"Good now parry the movement I'm about to do. Good, but lean slightly more forward next time".
So much so that by the after almost 1 month of training she was improving at a steady pace. Learning it takes years, and thus despite her improving faster than the average person, it still will take a while with her.
She was going about her evening about to start training again when her aunt burst through the doors in a more frantically that before. It was so unbecoming, unrefined, not unlike the woman she'd conversed with for the prior month. After seeing Hermione though, she masked her emotion and said "your father is coming to see you. Get your katana."
*just before her aunt burst through the doors*
"How is she doing?" Sebastian Morvinagh said gruffly, while taking a swing of his fire whisky. Him and his sister took the meeting in the smoking room. A room where newspaper is read and friendly conversation is held. And here sat Victoria and Sebastian Morvinagh, each with a cigar in hand, whiskey on table ties loose and slouching. Any and all social etiquette left them as soon as they entered this room
"She's doing fine, her sword skills are improving at a good pace She's a fast learner."
"Fast for them or fast for us?" He said mumbling as he leaned back on the couch
"Fast for us. Its clear dear brother she is a good candidate. I also heard from Huebert that she's also doing well in her muggle studies, and has taken a love for music"
Sebastian scoffed swirling his drink around, "a soft subject."
"I happen to remember you being quite the violinist, all those years ago. She takes after you in that reguard." She said smirking. Victoria Carrow was the only one who had the guts to talk to him like this. To argue. To refute. To retort. That and moreso she was the only one who Sebastian allowed to do this, he was her most trusted confidant just as he was hers.
"Yeah well i don't share much with the girl, not in appearance or personality"
"It's clear you've barely so much as looked at her then, oh what a pity" she said that last bit mockingly whilst holding her hand to her head and posing like some renaissance painting.
"Whatever do you mean?"
"Shes stubborn, dedicated, awfully ambitious and has high intelligence. All traits you share-"
"All traits all Morvinaghs share Vic. She is no different" he said grumbling. They went quiet after that before he spoke again
"Her awakening. Has it happened yet?"
"No. Unfortunately not."
Sebastian seemed restless, rubbing his eyes furiously "I just don't see why it hasn't happened yet!"
"The girl probably needs more time. I was a late bloomer was I not?"
"Thats because you held urself back and you know it. With her it's different she's actively trying to awaken it." He said now standing up and pacing around the room
"Who knew the one child I had was a defective one." He paused seemingly thinking of an idea. He grabbed his coat and started to exit.
"Where are you going?"
"To get her myself, she will not be defective, if I must beat the damn thing out of her I will do so as I please" he said angrily, voice picking up volume
Victoria sighed and stood up herself "Well if you're going to do this then let me get her. She'll be more comfortable if I escort her"
"Fine. I'll meet you in the dueling room."
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Hermione stood there in shock. She wasn't scared of him. In all honesty he angered her a little. But she nodded silently, and grabbed her katana
"Stand on the mats and wait for him there."
"You're not going to be here?" She said confused on what was going on
"No, whatever a Morvinagh does with their own children is entirely up to them. Others cannot interfere. Ur father has no influence on how I raise my own child. And I have no influence on how he raises his."
"But-"
"No buts, this is beyond my help. You better hope you impress him. I'll wait in the study or music room"
Hermione had taken note of this infomation in case she needed it later. The door shut and hermione was left alone. With the dim lighting of the dueling room, it's purple walls and black portraits. It gave the feeling of subtle eerieness. A calm before a storm more like. And here she was waiting for her father, for something beyond her. After waiting for a few minutes the door opened again and in came her father.
He said nothing to her as he took his outer robe off, leaving behind his regular attire of a waistcoat and trousers. Said nothing as he rolled up his sleeves to the highest he could. Exposing arms littered with scars. Said nothing as he grabbed a sword off the rack and walked towards the end of the mat.
"I want you to show me what you can do. Understood?"
She nodded firmly clutching her sword, this was her first test from her father and she wants to show him that she isn't a liability, even if she hadn't awoken her powers yet.
"Good. Begin."
As soon as the words left his lips he lunged forward with an attack, sword aimed right at her chest, ready to strike. But hermione was quick with her reaction, putting up her katana to block his longsword just before it truly hit her. Barely making it up in time.
The force of his attack so strong it made her stumble back, barely able to not topple over. But he didn't stop, she lunged again, raising the sword over his head and bringing it down in a mighty swing. Hermione lunged to the side. Chest pounding, breathing heavily, sweat already dripping from her forehead. 'This is going to be a hard fight
He wasnt taking it easy on her, rather quite the opposite, she felt like he was trying to kill her, he swung and slashed with all his might but hermione was now getting small cuts on her face and arms, sword barely missing vital organs the attacks so quick that there was no time to pause, no time to think. Only react. She felt her face falter slightly, her father seeing this and slashing his sword across her stomach. It tore through her shirt and left a transverse tear spanning from the side of her right hip all the way to her upper part of her stomach. Hermione groaned in pain, and tried to attempt to clutch her stomach when a kick came flying to her. She has the wind knocked out of her as she stumbled to the ground, a few feet away from him. He clutched his sword and angling it to her stomach he slashed downwards but hermione blocked it. She blocked his sword and the 2 stayed there, he pushed his sword further downwards, as it slowly pushed itself towards her. Her own sword cutting her in the process, she had to act now.
In a desperate attempt to attack, she kicked his knee activating a pressure point and he knelt to the ground just giving her enough time to flip to her stomach and stand up. Her father was having none of that and gave her a swift punch in the stomach. Hermione fell to the ground coughing furiously as he dragged her by her leg and pushed her to the ground punching her face as he did. He then got on his hands and knees clutching her neck as he began to strangle her.
Hermione couldn't breathe, started pushing his head away but he kept at it only saying the words "awaken your magic and I'll relent". She tried, she really did as she thrashed around, her hands clawing and scratching her fathers hands. Her face became deprived of oxygen as she started to turn blue. Her father shouted "AWAKEN YOUR MAGIC NOW!". But hermione couldn't, her thrashing was getting slower and dark spots began to appear in her eyes as she slowly started to go unconscious. It was then that he released her from his iron grip. Hermione rolled over hunched up coughing and sputtering, her body trying to get sufficient oxygen after such a deficit. Once she had somewhat recovered she looked at her father. His face only showed one emotion. Pure disgust.
He looked at his daughter as if she were gum on his shoe, repulsive and vile. He looked at her the same way as the way he talked about her mother, as if its her genes that won in the end.
"You truly disgust me" he said, still looking at her. "We will pick this up 3 weeks from now. Let's hope some improvements are made" he said without a hint of remorse for his daughter. And with that he turned and left.
Hermione rolled over and lay down on her back, her breathing more deep and quick absolutely exhausted, but she was still sane. It was here that she realised the true extent of becoming a Morvinagh, he left her alive as a kindness, and even though she has no siblings to fight. She does have a father that will kill her with no hesitation if he doesn't see any worth to her. A small smile came on her face upon the realisation, as thats all she no strength to laugh at the mere thought of it. She was worth enough to leave alive. And for now, that was enough.
Chapter 19Notes:This chapter is just another filler chapter b4 more plot essentially. I want to get into the politics that comes with being in the position that she's in. After all this is a big change for her and it's imperative that she learns more about her family through these parts.
Also do I keep hermione in griffindor or changer her to Slytherin. Story won't be impacted regardless but idk which one to pick so
Chapter TextHermione in the next few days was more solemn, as if she was in an upset mood. She was more tired and quiet from extra training and thus felt even less of a need to speak than before. Her aunts eyes having a slight look of concern before the mask is rebuilt again. She was majorly more upset for not awakening her magic yet. After all by this time she was definitely already 15 years of age due to the fact that she was born in September and the fact that she used the timeturner all throughout last year. And she didn't like that. Why hadn't it happened to her yet? She didn't want to be the only morvinagh without it. She had tried evoking a multitude of emotions like her aunt had said, which was already a struggle as emotions for her were already hard to come by and how can anyone be happy in a place like this?, but she did it anyway. So she did what she does best. Read
Hermione hit the books silently cursing herself for not thinking about this earlier. What better place to read about this stuff then the Morvinagh library itself. She went from cover to cover, picking books from various authors, furiously jotting down notes. This was the first time that hermione could happily say 'schoolwork be damned' as this was more important.
It was on such a day in the evening after music lessons and training where she was met with an unexpected visitor of the library. "Hey Louis, how are you doing"
"I'm fine Hermione, thank you. I'm here as I bring news from your father"
Hermiones stomach dropped, a feeling of dread washed over her. The last time that man wanted her she almost died, what does he want now?
"He realises he's kept you away from high society for too long. There is a social event that Narcissa Black is hosting, you among with other pureblood children and their families will attend in 5 days. Similarly, he's yet to introduce you to the muggle world as his daughter. The headlines are practically begging to see you and its come to a point where he cannot turn them away anymore. You will have to be seen with him as he does a press conference in three days time. That is all"
Hermione sighed at this, she had completely forgot about the reputation and political standing of the Morvinaghs and how it must be upheld. But its better than another duel so, uncomfortability be damned.
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It was the day if the press conference. Her fathers company was well renowned in the muggle world, Morvinagh and Co were a company that specialises in an array of muggle products. From automobiles to circuits, it was a company was a channel for the inventive morvinaghs to make use of their skills in the muggle world, a place known for its ever-changing technology and rapid industrialisation.
She was surprised to wake up in the morning to find the clothes laid out for her. They clearly weren't the clothes from the orphanage. A blouse, tie, trousers and a cotton trench that reminded her of pictures of detectives on book covers that she used to read. She was driven and escorted towards the building. One in canary wharf of course. Where sky scrapers were the choice of architecture and men and women in suits worth more than someone's rent was the everyday norm. The first thing she noticed was the flood of paparazzi that took over, circling her into an entrapment, she made a note to thank the security being there to practically shove them out of the so she could at least make it to the building. And whilst she sat in the lobby she was introduced to a multitude of people
"Good morning Miss Morvinagh, delighted to meet you, I am Marcus Crowborn" he said extending his hand
"Good morning Mr Crowborn, the pleasure is all mine" she said, smiling slightly and reaching out herself, shaking his hand
"I must admit, your fathers is an amazing man, his ingenuity and ..." Mr Crowborn droned on about how amazing and smart her father is but hermione just tuned him out. She had already expected people woukd try to butter up to her but she didn't realise it would happen that the first person that she speaks to would have the gall to do such a thing. As she bid Mr Crowborn a farewell when he came to a pause in conversation she then started to look around. She divided the rest of the employees into 3 groups. One being the who saw her as a tool to get a promotion, tolerable albeit irritating. Another being the people who looked at her with scorn, seeing her more of her fathers daughter than her own individual, with these she knew she must keep her guard. And the third and final group, probably her most favourite, people who didn't give a fuck. She hovered around those as she waited for her father. They gave simple smalltalk but both parties were more than happy to stand in silence.
It took almost another half an hour for Hermione to be summoned her father stomping towards a conference room and told hermione to sit down in a small corner and read as he gave her a book. Hermione was delighted to do so, nodding swiftly saying a quick thank you as she took the book from his hands and practically inhaled the book, he brought her frankenstein by Mary shelley. 'Typical' she thought. It wasn't the first time she read it, it was one of her favourite muggle books. But it also perfectly embodies how ones ambition and dedication can transcend human limitations, even if it was Victor's downfall. But she can't exactly deny that that's the reason why she loved it in the first place, so she read peacefully.
The conference was going well for what she tuned into. Her father was revealing a new product something about a... oh well she wasn't listening hard enough. She could tell her photo was taken every few minutes. This was her first appearance after all, but she didn't mind, as long as she wasn't disturbed. It wasn't until her father was taking questions from the press that things went a little...off topic.
"Yes the product will be avaliable soon, within the next 6 months in fact. Our team is working well to meet the deadline efficiently. Yes you"
"This one is more so on the basis of your daughter. How did you find out about her"
"No comment. I want to keep my daughter majorly out of the public eye, she has no need for it. And how I came about finding her is private. What I will say is that she is without a doubt my daughter. Yes you"
Hermione made a small sigh in relief, she didn't want any spotlight on her. And it's good that her father mentioned it, even if it's to save himself from any trouble with the press.
"How is she settling in? What has been going on in the morvinagh household?"
He opened his mouth to answer but then he stopped
"Perhaps hermione is best to answer that question. Hermione" He called out to her, she was brought back from the comfort of her book and cocked her head to the side clearly showing how she was not listening
"Hermione come and answer some questions"
She stood up, put the book down in her seat and walked up to the stage next to her father. She took the mic, "What was the question?"
"I asked how you were settling in"
"Oh" she said giving a slight laugh, feigning nervousness. In reality she didn't give a rats arse talking about her life, and she has better things to worry about that a little stage fright.
"I love it there, truly. My father" she paused taking the time to find the right words "is a very understanding man, he's slowly getting to know me and our relationship is getting stronger. Meeting him was a bit of a shock and I was quite nervous at first but" she took the time to turn her head to her father Meeting him in the eyes with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes "I've grown to love him. He's the best father I could ask for"
The press ate this up, snapping shots at a rapid pace, as more people put their hands up. She looked to her fathers guidance before he made a small gesture to answer the crowd "Yes you"
"Where were you living beforehand? Do we have any news on your mother?"
"My mother has sadly passed away a while back. I was" she trailed off looking at her father again to see if she's allowed to say this next part. He nodded slightly and so she continued "I was raised in an orphanage from the age of 8"
More shots were taken of her as she moved onto the next question
"Did the orphanage treat you well-"
"What is the orphanage name-"
"How did you feel growing up in such an environment-"
Hermione felt a little overwhelmed at the flying questions at her. She stood there hearing all and none at the same time. She was about to say something when her father took the mic
"Settle down now. That's all my daughter will answer for now"
Protests came from all corners as hermione was escorted out of the room and into the hallway. She barely managed to grab the book as she did. The doors shut and she was left in the lobby.
Moments later her father came out, seemingly as exasperated as her with the whole ordeal. It seems he finds the press ratched to.
He turns to her "we will be going soon, make sure you have everything"
"Yes sir." She says as she goes to hand the book to him
He looks at her before he says "Keep it. I have no use for it anyway. Follow me outside." He said walking off, hermione trailed after him seemingly satisfied of her new book addition. As she got into the car she was quite pleased to see her aunt also inside.
"So how did your first conference go?"
"Satisfactory, smiled, talked about family, read a book. I'm pleased that nothing went wrong"
"Thats good then. Isn't that good brother" she said smirking, trying to prompt a conversation
"Yes." And he said nothing more
"You don't think hermione deserves anything as a reward?" She said looking at him longingly, clearly trying to prompt a reaction out of him
He sighed, loudly, and without taking his eyes off his work asked "is there anything you want?"
"Some new clothes please. The ones I brought from the orphanage are far too small." An odd sound escaped his lips, a humming noise that seemed to be his way of silently acknowledging amd accepting her request.
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Hermione got back home and immediately resumed her studies, she was making an effort to pre read for her year, so that she can spend the majority of the year learning things that she wants. She was elbow deep in potions when an owl came to her. She had recognised that brown barn own countless of times throughout the holidays it was Ron's owl.
Hey Hermione,
Wondering if you'd be able to spend some time at the burrow? We plan to go to the Quiddich world cup and see Bulgaria vs Ireland. It'll be loads fun. You can also tell me how your new home is!!
-Ron
Hermione beamed at this, time out of this place seemed like heaven to her. But she must ask him first. She trudged up the stairs thinking of a ploy to ask him. After a long internal debate she realised there was nothing else to do but flash a dazzling smile and attempt to charm her way into it.
"Come in" he said at that desk again doing some paperwork. 'Does he ever rest?'
"Hello...father." his ears perked up at that as he shifted slightly in his seat before continuing to do paper work "A friend has invited me to go watch spend time with their family, and take me to the Quiddich world cup. May I attend?"
"You language mannerisms are improving I see. You sound much more eloquent" he said seemingly ignoring her request
"...thank you. As for the question??" She inquired slowly words drawling in her mouth.
"Name?" He asked with no hesitation
"Ron Weasley"
As soon as the words left her mouth he made the decisive decision to say "No."
She paused now standing straighter, agitated at his reluctance
"No? Why not?"
"You will soon realise that being a Morvinagh means you cannot hang around the wrong sort"
"He isn't the wrong sort-" she protested
"He's a blood trainer." He said curtly "His family are too, they arent of a good social standing because of it. Thus, no"
She was absolutely enraged by this, "the Morvinaghs have a social standing in the magic and muggle world. You employ muggles, you shake hands with muggles-"
"I tolerate muggles. You think everyone I shake hands with is a friend? You have much to learn I see" he replied back, implying her lack of expierience in this world, as if she didn't know anything.
Without even thinking she said the first thing on her mind, damn the consequences "you fucked my mother didn't you? Seems like you do more than tolerate muggles."
He stopped writing. Finally taking the moment to look at her, his icy gaze piercing through her anger rising and face contorted into a grimace/frown. But for a split second she saw something that can be only discribed as a sliver of pride.
"You will do well to watch your tongue. This will be the last time I tell you" he said calmly, barely controlling his emotions
"Oh don't worry father. You won't have to tell me again" she said with a hint of smugness written on her face. She knew he couldn't come up with a retort
"I'll tell you this, be on your best behaviour for the gathering this weekend. Put extra effort into your etiquette lessons and build your own repertoire. And I'll consider it."
Hermione smile grew nodded, and left as giddy as a child in a candy shop. Who knew that challenging her father was the one way to make him come around. Far better than buttering up of any sort.
Chapter 20Chapter TextToday was the day where the purebloods have all been waiting for. Narcissa Black's socialite meeting. Those who were rich and powerful enough to get an invitation were elated at for the coming celebration. Narcissas balls and meetings of high society were internationally renowned. Only the best from France, Japan, Uganda, Russia, China, and the multitude of other places, were allowed to come.
This also meant that those purebloods on the fence were gnawing at their nails hoping and praying for a chance to get in with the big guns so to speak.
Unfortunately for hermione, this wasn't the case for her family, who recieved one of the first invitations sent out, their invitation so much of a guarantee that they didn't even bother to fret about it. Hermione was given the option of a suit or dress and she gladly picked a suit. For others to perceive her as a morvinagh she has to stand out from the get go. That includes how she dresses. She was given clothing in a similar fashion to her fathers, waistcoat, suit trousers and a victorian styled trenchcoat. She also realised how much of a similar fashion when she realised she was given clothes in the same colour as her fathers, only thing different was the ring that he had on, on his left index finger, a family heirloom it looks like.
At the time of 16:51 her and her father were waiting for exactly 17:00 for the port key activation. The port key was the letter itself thus removing any hassle of transportation.
"Will Aunt Victoria be there?"
"Yes, the Carrows were invited."
"So...Will I be meeting Gwendolyn there too?" She had wondered how her cousin will be, probably not nice, after all she is competition. And cousin or not, the morvinaghs don't take lightly to any competition. House before blood after all.
"Yes, I think she's still home from Durmstrang, but she will be meeting you and all of the other kids.
"What year is she in?" She inquired, wanting to know more about this cousin of hers
"She will be in sixth year as of next september" he said now turning away do that they can spend the duration of the wait in silence. It seems he's tolerating a mere conversation now, which was more than brief one worded answers.
At exactly 16:59 he asked her to grab his arm and so she did, making things more awkward for the pair but they barely had any time to dwell on it as the portkey whisked them away to the malfoy Manor.
It was grand, stately, almost as big as her own one. It had large marble floors on the steps leading up to the manor and 2 large columns that decorated the sides of the Manor that reminded her of homes in ancient rome. She could also see other people appearing via portkey. The greengrasses appearing with poise and grace, mother and father smiling and talking with their twins. The parkinsons appearing with more of a dramatic the mother semi frantically dusting herself off. But they still seemed happy to be there, Pansy appearing to get along well with her father as she talked with him all the way to the entrance. She could also see people of other cultures, the a group of people, probably from subsaharan Africa adorned themselves in beautiful robes, with jewels that shimmered in the evening sky. The Brazilians and japanese went for more minimalist styles but the Brazilians has beautiful vines weaving through their clothing and the Japanese had clothing of robes that had a beautiful flower adorned on its side. But what was truly intresting about theirs was the sword on their side.
The school of Mahoutokoro (from what she read in her fathers library) was renowned for its use of both wand and sword magic. The ability to channel elemental magic through sword duels was exemplary. Although few possess this ability to do so and must go through rigorous training to advance it all students are required to go through sword training for the sheer chance of awakening power in such a raw form. It was rare in purebloods but almost impossible for a half blood or muggleborn. She wanted to ask questions on it to the people that she saw, but knew she must hold herself in a better reguard, and refrained from doing so.
As she walked in with her father she saw him briefly converse with most of the arrivals, using a plethora of languages to do so. It would seem her father was also a polyglot. 'Probably expected of him as a Morvinagh' she thought. It also became clear how Morvinaghs fit into the whole situation, they were talked to, they were the sun and all the others mere flies, trying to bask in their light
"Stay by my side and don't speak unless spoken to" her father, she almost scoffed at this remark. He's dragged her to this place and is now forcing her to stay by him, like a statue. It seems she'll have no enjoyment tonight. Her father marched onwards to the main room to greet the malfoys on their wonderful hosting
"Lucius, how delightful it is to see you" earning a rare smile from her father. It seems he prefers bigots over his halfblooded child
"The pleasure is all mine Sebastian. I must say it has been an awful while since we last spoke. How are the companies?"
Her father and Lucius conversed to the ends of the earth on money, finance, investments, politics both had a Wizengamot seat due to heritage after all and they were more than welcome to discuss the latest issues, even if they were in the presence of other company.
"So this must be your heir?"
"Child." Her father said point blank
"Sorry?"
"Child. She hasn't earned the title yet."
Lucius laughed at this, "sometimes I forget you are Morvinagh, so many extra rules I suppose. Hermione is it? Would you like to go and speak to the other children?"
She looked up at her father for confirmation. He sighed and said "yes you may go. I have no use for you here anyway, but remember what we spoke about"
"Yes father." And she walked quickly out of the room before he could change his mind. She went looked around the room and spotted Theo, practically chained up next to his father like she was until freed by Mr malfoy. She walked up to the pair
"Greetings Mr Nott. We never got to be introduced properly. Miss Hermione Morvinagh, delighted to meet you."
He stayed silent for a second, he reminded her of her father the way he always has that look on his face.
"Charmed to meet you Miss Morvinagh."
"May I borrow Theo? I was meaning to go to Draco but saw him first"
"Mr Nott was also making the same decision for his son as her father did "Fine. Theodore, you may go." He said already walking off to talk to Mrs Greengrass
As soon as his father left, theo beamed with joy and practically skipped towards her "Thank you!!" He said "I thought I'd be stuck with him forever" she laughed at this
"You're telling me, Mr Malfoy helped me out so I figured I'd pass it on"
"Brilliant, they then both shuffled to a corner and called Draco over"
"So hermione, how has it been going with your father?" Theo asked
"Yeah, I heard that he's not one to be messed around with, we've both been worried ever since the duration between lettets got longer"
"Sorry about that, my father has haggled me on learning etiquette, dueling, and muggle studies. Its been a learning heaven and nightmare simultaneously" she then explained to them her timetable
"And this is all to prepare you as heir? An heir position you might not even fill? That is awful!" Theo said eyes screaming with anger
"Exactly, it's bad enough as it is for pureblood heirs, but your father is taking it way too far, even for our standards"
Hermione chuckled at this, and was about to answer when she was interrupted by a boy putting his each arm around the shoulders of theo and draco. Both grumbling but reluctantly letting it slide
"What are we talking about here folks, bit too early for a discussion on dark topics I must say." He said smirking whilst still bothering the 2 boys. He was tanned, and looked more relaxed than most stuffy purebloods, with his tie loosely around his neck and his blouse untucked. Both of the most impeccable quality
His eyes then turned to her
"A new kid? The new Morvinagh I presume?? Blaise Zabini. Charmed to make your acquaintance."
She remembered him, he was in slytherin, and from what she could tell a constant joker. A vain boy who had no loyalty to anyone, not even to Draco or Theo, he was still prejudiced by any means, like most of the other purebloods but didn't bother to voice his opinions unless prompted. But she could tell he's often underestimated, and that beneath his witty repartee and carefree mannerisms, reveals a hint of intelligence that not many people bother to find. Even less bother to point it out.
"Hermione Morvinagh. Glad to make yours"
"I've heard from Draco and Theo that you have a little club of sorts. One you learn things beyond the course? Me and a few others want in. It's as simple as that" he said, leaning over to the table to grab a couple of grapes. She was surprised by how curt he was, even more so by the lack of food etiquette he possessed, but she didn't care much for it, in actuality she rather preferred him to the stuffiness of wizarding high society he was like a breath of fresh air.
Hermione smirked, "What's in it for me?" She was fine with letting him join mind you, but she wasn't about to let him in Scot free. These were slytherins after all.
"Now there, can't you be satisfied with the pleasure of my company?" He said smiling but she stayed silent, waiting for him to cave
"Fine" he said grumbling "what do you want?"
"I have no idea. I'll think about something for you to do when the time comes up. Now who are these others??"
"The greengrass twins and Pansy-"
"And does anyone else know about this? This isn't a secret it's infomation-" she said angrily now turning to the 2 boys. "What happened to secrets? God you guys might just be the worst slytherins I have ever met-"
"Now now there that's not very nice is it?"
She stayed silent at this giving him a glare that made his smile drop "listen it is my fault really, I noticed they were sneaking out and asked about it. I refused to drop it until they told me. As for the girls" he paused slightly confused "I actually don't know how they know. But all in all we want to join and we won't tell anyone. We are all smart students anyway, we'll have no trouble keeping up with the rest of you lot."
Hermione pondered for a moment, as they all silently looked toward her for an answer. It's clear who was the leader of this group. "Grab the girls, we all must talk then. Draco, do you have a spare room we can discuss in?"
"Yes, a smaller library, not many people go there or know about that one, and it's far less grand than the main one. We can go there."
She smirked "Good. Go and talk with other people, we'll reconvene there in 20"
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"Sorry I'm late" Pansy said rushing in and closing the door, she was the last one in "caught up making small talk with some bloke from Brazil, I was certain he'd never let me go" she said sitting down
Once she had taken a seat all of the eyes were directed onto Hermione as they waited for her to talk "Now you all know why you are here. You want to learn more, what I will first say is none of what we speak of shall leave this room. Do I make myself clear?"
They all nodded
"Good, from halfway into 3rd year Theo, Draco and I have been learning spells, both with and without a wand, as well as brewing potions for snapes extra classes. Before you ask he only invited the top 3 students, but I will see if I can convince him to teach all of us. We are learning everything from all topics, this also means dark magic. If you're not fine with this I ask you to leave" everyone remained in their seat and hermiones lips slightly curved into a smile
"Good. Now I require one thing from all of you, I'd like to make the vow of fealty" all of their eyes widened at this and hermione spoke quickly "its not to force you to do anything. It's to maintain secrecy, no one is to know about this. If you're caught after dark, say you were out snogging a student. If you're under veritasium then vow forces you to say something different. It's a weaker version of the unbreakable vow but works efficiently especially when modified."
"So you want us to make the oath?"
"I want US to make the oath. I wouldn't ask for something I'm not up to doing myself. 1- absolute secrecy on our meetups, 2- we don't ask someone to join unless the group agrees on the person. Sound fair?" She said raising an eyebrow slightly looking at the rest of them.
Theo sighed "I suppose so. Let's just get this over with" They all placed their hands together in a circle hermione took her right hand holding her wand pointed it to the centre saying "iusiurandum fidelitatis". "Absolute secrecy of our meetups, protection against inquisitive minds and truth serums, and only when the group leaders agrees, can a person be added" and with that she tore her wand off
"Wonderful. Now we are bound. Pleasure doing business with you all" She began to stand up when she was paused in doing so
"And where do you suppose we will meet up? We can't keep doing it in the girls bathroom" Draco said, muttering that last part
"I thought I'd smelt a weird odor from there. I guess that clears things up." Pansy said laughing
"I have a place in mind. I'll meet outside the slytherin common room on the 3rd night of hogwarts. I'll take you there myself."
"Take us where?"
"The undercroft."
Just when they were about to ask, the door to the library opened, revealing hermiones aunt
"There you are, I've been wondering where you were. It is expected you to interact with other people Hermione, you can discuss what you were discussing later"
"It's fine, I'm already finished with the conversation" she said walking away she turned around and gave them what could only be known as a cocky grin and left.
She was listening not so intently to a tall man with a grey beard talking about his findings of mallowsweet containing healing properties when she saw a group of people enter the room. Through their cocky mannerisms, fashionably late manor, beautiful attire and heavy accent, one can only assume they must be French.
The French aristocrats of the wizarding world were complete rivals to the British wizarding one, both were centre of diplomatic discussions, produced the most capable witches and wizards, and has the most stubborn people ever to exist. Just like people wished they were Morvinaghs, others from other countries wished they were British or French. But what caught hermiones eye the most was a girl, she was no older than 18. She had straight flowing blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Hemione felt odd after that, her heard pumped just a tad bit faster and she felt the urge to talk to that girl. But in the end she brushed it off, wanted to find and talk to her cousin instead. But that feeling of the girl did not go away. Just who the hell was she? She barely had enough time to rid away such thoughts and find more composure when her cousin finally introduced herself
"Greetings cousin, we finally meet" she was sat across from Gwendolyn, she looked a terribly lot like her mother, they had the same face. All except her hair which was uncharacteristically Morvinagh, with blonde hair.
"Pleased to meet you Gwendolyn-", as much as hermione wanted to meet her she was so tired of first impressions by now
"Gwens fine. I hate that basted name" she said grumbling. Hermione was confused, she'd thought she'd be madder at her. After all she's the one that complicated an heir title that would've been easy to inherit.
"Oh, well I understand you in that reguard"
"You hate your name?"
"Not necessarily, just that I always have to correct people on it"
An hmm of acknowledgment could be heard from Gwens lips, but she said nothing more. An awkward silence fell upon them both
"I was quite surprised when I found out about your existance" she spoke after some time. "I had my whole life mapped before you came along" she said, but hermione could tell it wasn't from a place of malice
"And were u angry? And are you still?" She asked tentatively
"Before, yes I thought I wanted to be heir, and I would've done anything to achieve that goal"
"But now?"
"I'm fine with leaving it in your hands, capable as they are, the house of carrow is still respected and valued, one of the only houses to climb up the ranks in high society in a while. I get all that plus Morvinagh benefits. When I think about it this benefits me more than it benefits you." There it is, the reason why she isn't mad is not because she's satisfied with being second place, but rather she's satisfied to have all the positives that come with being Morvinagh but none of the pressure of it. That's a burden shell gladly pass on to her younger cousin. The morvinaghs have loyalty to their house, but what hermione learnt with this is that the only loyalty you must have to survive in the morvinagh family is to yourself, family is all but a word that leave a a foul taste in a morvinaghs mouth.
"I'm glad you feel that way, it's good that we haven't gotten to a poor start"
"Yes I suppose so. How are your studies going? Are they still as rigorous as when I had them?"
"God yes, I almost can't wait until the school year" Gwen snickered at this with amusement
"What?"
"Oh nothing, nothing, you'll find out soon enough after all" just as she said that, her aunt came and told us she'd be taking her leave, it was past 10 after all.
"I'll be going now cousin, see you next time. Let's hope you're still alive that far down the route though." She said with a smirk, and with that, they apparated away
Now alone again, she tried to find that woman from before, bit her arm was violently grabbed by someone. She turned around to see her father "we'll be going now" she nodded wincing in pain.
After her fathers duel, he healed her face and neck himself, all bruising and scarring gone. However her arms, legs and stomach were a different issue, he left them behind to heal on their own accord, the muggle way. His reasoning? "A morvinagh has scars to prove their worth. Not to waste time healing", so she was unfortunately left with the scar from her stomach, as well as the small scars on her arms which haven't quite fully healed due to repeated practice.
But once they got back home, he sighed rubbing his eyes in annoyance, he must really dislike social events. Not bothering ti concern himself with his child right now, he left the room saying "you behaved. You can go." And with that he shut the door, leaving hermione to her own devices.
Chapter 21Notes:Wrote way too much this chapter I had to split it into 2 parts, so this one is like a chapter between chapters I suppose
Chapter TextToday was the glorious day in which Hermione will meet her friends again. She cannot believe she's admitting it but she actually missed them and their antics for some time. And it was good to regain some sense of normalcy after all that's happened. She packed a simple back, filled with a couple of clothes couple of books (regular ones like Intermediate transfiguration, potions a 5th year guide and Frankenstein, (she wanted a muggle book for light reading too)). She walked into the fireplace and without so much as a goodbye said "the burrow" and threw her floo powder on the floor getting whisked away to the burrows one.
*Ron*
We heard a loud bang in the fireplace "that must be Harry or Hermione" Ginny said running downstairs to see who it was. I followed suit behind her, excited to see my friends after so long. But to our surprise we were greeted with...Hermione??
She looked different this time, she was taller than before and had darker hair than before, it was more in between black and brown now. It was less bushy and more wavy, and she had darker eyes, ones with slight eyebags on them. She ran to me and ginny and hugged us almost immediately
"I've missed you guys" she said muffled, still in between the crook of my neck as she spoke "it has felt like ages since we last saw eachother "
"Mione! How have you been? Getting used to your new life I presume?" I said taking a look at her clothes now, they weren't the regular muggle clothing Harry and her used to wear, nor were they the typical pureblood clothing that Draco wears. It was in between, with the quality of a Rich pureblood, but the style of muggle clothing. Its clear the Morvinaghs come as loaded as the rumors say.
*Hermione*
Once she walked into the kitchen of the burrow she found Mrs Weasley scolding Fred and George on some elaborate prank they did. But as soon as she turned to hermione she tensed??
"Greetings Miss Morvinagh, I'm proud to welcome you into my home" she said scowling as she did, anger brewing up
"Mrs weasley-"
"I'm sure this home of ours is not fit to house a Morvinagh"
"Pardon?"
"But I'm sure that we can make it work, somehow"
Hermione stood there confused. Mrs Weasley treated her like a daughter a year prior, showering her in kisses and hugs, she had taken a liking to it. But now? It seems that has all been backtracked by the simple fact of her surname. She really did despise the burden that came with being a Morvinagh So hermione did was she had done to all the people she's greeted, she was respectful.
She straightened her back and bowed, a low bow to convey her gratitude and said "I understand there might be bad blood between our families. I have been foolish to think that i could act in the same manner despite all that has happened. You were very dear to me and I apologise for any inconvenience I have made. If you'd like me to take my leave you need only say the word" she said still bowing. But when she looked up she saw mollys eyes slowly soften, clearly regretting how she was taking her anger out on a mere child, who only knew about her heritage months prior.
"It's fine." She said, "you'll share a room with Ginny, just as before yeah?"
"Yes Mrs Weasley. Just as before"
She said as she went up to put her bags down. She was then rugby tacked by Ginny onto the bed. Its clear her brothers taught her that move.
"Hermione!!" She said giving her a bear hug. Hermione was still shocked she still had energy after that tackle. Hermione fought the urge to groan a little in pain, Her injuries were still a little tender. But she won in the end and out up a smile, which was also slightly a grimace
"Didn't you greet me downstairs?"
"Yeah but this is like a second greeting" she said laughing
"Missed you too Ginny" Hermione said patting her head. She had spent a lot of time with Ginny in year 3, she had gotten to know her well enough to call her a close friend.
"Hey what was that on about with my mom, you acted so..." she said trying to find the words
"Stuffy? Courteous? Like a pureblood?"
"Yeah. That."
"Your mother seems to have a little bit of bad blood with my family. God knows what they have not done. It makes sense for her to dislike me a little"
"What?! That's ludicrous!! You're the same hermione as you have always been!"
"I mean, I'd like to think so. But it seems like things will change no matter how similar I am. But never mind on this, tell me about your holiday" through countless of social interactions (hermione realised its best to parry a sad conversation by ending it on a lighter note. It makes the speaker more comfortable.) And put on a smile emulating with pride for her people skills
"Oh I have lots to tell you! At the beginning of the year we all went to Egypt! Oh it was so..." Ginny rambled on as Hermione putting her bag down and sorting out her clothes into piles putting them away. This is going to be an enjoyable week
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*Harry*
"Do any of you feel Hermiones been acting...odd?"
"Odd? How do you mean" Ron asked stuffing his plate with breakfast. The time was 7:00am, a few days after Harry and Hermiones arrival. Ron, Harry and Ginny were the first ones down and already putting a plate of food before the rest came
"Just that she's weirder now. For starters how many times does she speak in a day?"
The other 2 paused at this trying to think.
"Well??" Harry asked expectedly
"What do you mean well? It's not something we spend our days thinking about. Now that you mention it. Not a lot, no?" Ron says looking up in a dazed manner, trying to recount in his mind
"Exactly, it's almost like she's used to this routine of not speaking like she's happy to listen to them speaking but not bothered to speak herself. Excluding the other signs of communication, the nods and gruff noises she makes instead of talking she could go almost full days without discussing something"
"Also I've noticed something else as well, she has a few hours to herself in the evening, where I see her practicing movements with a stick? Like she's training or something"
"That actually isn't weird Harry." Ron spoke "purebloods always get their children to take up some sport. I doubt the morvinaghs are no different. They want their children to be the best of the best and I guess it's something Hermione must do"
"Shes a lot more tense with Mr and Mrs Weasley he remarked."
"Well it makes sense considering..." Ron said trailing off
"Considering what?"
"Mum got mad at her when she came here on the first day. Like a silent anger but her words were full of disdain. It was only when hermione apologised that she seemed to snap out of it. I think she realised even she was being too hard on someone who didn't know her heritage, I mean she was left at an orphanage how was she mesnt to know." Ron grumbled, stabbing his eggs with a fork.
"But that doesn't explain Mr Weasley, when he went to hug her she just stood there and reluctantly hugged back"
"Alright now THATS weird, but hermione has always been a weird one, I'm sure she has a reasons and we should just understand that she's obviously not going to be the same person" ron countered. "Hey ginny, you've been awfully quiet" he said nudging his sisters arm with his elbow
"Huh? Oh right, yeah, sorry"
"Do you have anything to say?"
"Whattt? No. I mean yeah but, I'm sure Hermione is fine." She said looking at her food dejectedly. Now ginny was no awful liar by any means, she's often involved in her brothers pranks all the time, much to her mothers chagrin, but If there was one think she couldn't lie about was about someone's wellbeing. Especially if she knew something she wasn't meant to know
"You know something" Ron said, eyes squinting at Ginny, "come on, tell us, we won't tell anyone"
"It's just personal okay, something I know she wouldn't want spread"
"So it's about hermione??" Harry said, picking up on the her part. "Please, we're worried about her, please tell us"
After major internal debate and an awkward silence, she sighs, slouching and said a dejected "Alright. You know how hermione wakes up really early, and comes to bed really late" she said, voice low as the 2 boys nodded leaning closer to her.
"I woke up a little early yesterday, nothing on her part she's always pretty quiet when waking up early, and I was awake when she was putting on her shirt
"Ginny I don't see how that's relevant-"
"Will you let me finish?!" She snapped, shutting Ron up "as I was saying, she was putting on her shirt when I woke up and she had this huge scar."
"A scar? How big??"
"It was from the bottom of her hip to the top of her stomach. She either went through a massive accident, which doesn't make sense as why wouldn't she tell us, OR it was done intentionally by something or someone" she said eying the 2 boys carefully
"You think he did that??" Harry said astoundedly
"He did what?" Hermione said, coming into the room
"Oh nothing" Ginny said a but too fast for her liking.
*Hermione*
Hermione eyed her suspiciously but said nothing, sighing as she said "Alright then". After all, she has a plethora of secrets that she keeps, if they wanted one, who is she to say no. She sat herself down and ate as she read her fathers book. It was adorned and littered with notes in the margin, scribbled handwriting dissecting each and every sentence like it was his bible. And the more she read, the more she had learnt about her father, its infomation that lingered in the pages far better than any person's recount of him. His ambitions were clear, he wanted to be better than any morvinagh that walked in the estate. Had her father meant to give her this?? But in doing so he revealed what he did to achieve it. The dark spells he learnt and invented, the group of people he rallied into an alliance with, deeming himself as the leader of course. And how angry he was, about everything really, using the allegory of the Victor killing the monsters wife as his own killing of animals in a twisted acknowledgment of desperation to be rid of such anger and a small undertone of pleasure that came with it. A sickly feeling washed over her as she started to realise. She was just turning into a Morvinagh. She was turning into her father. The man regarded as savage and cruel by all who knew him. And regarded as an exemplary pureblood by all who wanted to become him. And she didnt feel good about that. Not good at all.
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Today was the day of the Quiddich Cup. It was a good day, a clear day to watch it, but hermione didn't care much for quiddich. She took to books and pages more than sport, and she couldnt find a conversation any more boring than one about the sport. Fortunately for her, Harry, Ron and Ginny loved the sport, and could find nothing better than to talk about it nonstop. She preferred to be around them but not talking to them so on the day of the march when they sat round the breakfast table yabbering on about the godforsaken sport, hermione could find nothing better than a good book and a comforting plate of buttered toast.
"Hey hermione are you excited for the" Fred started
"Quiddich world cup? What team do you fancy?" George finished, she must admit she found the whole ordeal of them finishing eachothers sentences quite amusing
"I think it'll be quite fun. I've never been"
"Quite fun?!" Ron said mouth agape absolutely astounded by what she said " merlin hermione, you really are boring. How can this be quite fun?! It's a Bulgarian match, staring the Victor Krum as a seeker. Krum oh krum..." Ron said trailing off, probably fantasising about his man crush, if she didn't know Ron any better she'd think he was gay.
Fred and George picked up on this and started dramatically putting their hands on their heads flopping over the breakfast table dramatically shouting out "KRUM...OH MY DEAR KRUM"
Ron's face went bright read as he was slapping his brothers out of sheer embarrassment as Mr Weasley came into the room
"Right, we must leave in the next hour, make sure you're sorted out before we leave"
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"Where are we going Ron?" Harry asked. They had been walking through the woods for some time now
"Dunno. DAD where are we going"
"Haven't the foggiest"
ARTHUR!! ITS ABOUT TIME!" A man shouted ahead of them. It seems they were friends by the way Mr Weasley shook his hand with a smile
"Sorry Amos. Some of us had a sleepy start." He said gesturing to Ron who was yawning as he said this "This here is Amos Diggery. Works with me at the ministry" just as he said this a boy came falling down from the tree above. Hermione had noticed him before but couldn't see his face properly, but now she could see his defined cheekbones, tall stature and a perfectly sculpted face. He was very handsome "and this I'm guessing must be Cedric"
"Yes sir." He said shaking his hand. Ginny looked at her with look implying she in colloquial terms "fancied him". Hermione however felt no pull towards him. He was attractive yes but it was moreso through the lens of a scientific approach, not necessarily a love one
They speed-walked up a hill till they came across a "mankey old boot" for Harry's standards. They all touched it and felt like they were being spun around as they floated into the air
"Let go!" Mr weasley said
"What?" Harry shouted
"LET GO" he said again, letting go as he did, Hermione did as instructed and was flung through the air. 'Fuck. Don't fall don't fall don't fall don't fall.' She said over and over until fell all the way to a 2 feet off the ground before, hovering?? As soon as she realised what she had done she fell to the ground slamming her face into the dirt.
'Was that regular magic or her awakening?' She thought as she stood up, making a not to ask her aunt later.
"I bet that cleared your sinuses" Mr weasley said laughing as he, Amos and Cedric Diggory floated to the ground.
Well now, welcome to the Quiddich world cup!!" He said as they walked upwards to see it.