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Red Cockatiel Feathers	By : PhoenixAshSecrets Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I am the author of the original "Red Cocatiel Feathers" on fanfiction.net.

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Story Summary:

Hermione lived her muggle life as a minority, then lived her witch life as a minority. Late into the summer before fifth year, her identity has been challenged in a way she never thought it could be. She is revealed to be a pureblood and forced into an awkward friendship with the classmate who had bullied her, and now she has to deal with discrimination old and new from both sides. Hermione wonders if she going to be able to hang onto the friendships she built for four years, or if she will be forced to abandon them too and accept the fate determined by her new family.
AFF.Org Readers: This story is fairly tame, meeting the fanfiction.net requirements for their "T" (teen 13+) rating until chapter 15, which in this version includes a sex scene between two minors (15 years old). I felt that this scene was one of the most important scenes of the story and was quite saddened that I could not include it with my original. I put out this information so that you can understand that the perspective of the story was designed to be somewhat immature- I think some readers may be put off by the childishness of the story until its later chapters.
Race Note: Although it's only mentioned a few times in the story (and shown in the original cover art), Hermione is written as biracial (1/2 Black 1/2 Caucasian). Imagine her as you like, of course, but there is an extra layer with her race that you may want to consider if you've only ever seen Hermione as white.
Although I try to follow canon, I admit that there are times when I ignore it in favor of a more interesting story. Please keep this in mind as you read.

"Nimbia! Leave with Hermione!"
Though his rough voice had just commanded her to leave him, Nimbia, a scared, twenty-year-old mother, stared a second longer into her husband's dark eyes. She couldn't leave Ouranos in good conscious, and yet the Aurors were already in their house.
"You can come with, we can all hide together-"
He scooped up their daughter and put her in Nimbia's arms with a small smile. He gave his lovely wife one last, quick kiss and left their room with the intention of saving her time. She heard his footsteps trail downstairs with horror. What was he doing? Where could she go? She only had one other friend in this world, and her husband was no doubt being taken away too. The world was falling apart. These were good men and women the Aurors were sending to Azkaban.
She was sure they were going to search the whole house, and when they found her shaking in a corner they'd mercilessly take her sweet child away. She looked at Hermione. The little girl didn't deserve to be taken because of her mother's cowardice. Where, where on earth would she be safe? Where could she go? What would Ouranos do? He would tell her to go to a place the Aurors would never expect, and he would know exactly where. But she was not a clever Ravenclaw graduate like him; she couldn't outsmart ministry officials.
Then it came to her! She didn't delay a second longer. A loud pop echoed through the room, and Nimbia and her daughter were gone.
Hermione walked along a crowded, noisy street uncomfortably, arms crossed. People bumped into her from all sides. Everything was washed in gray. She wasn't claustrophobic, but it sure felt like it at the moment. Out of all the dreariness, something bright caught her attention. A tall, blonde woman with sunshine yellow cockatiels perched on her shoulders approached. Hermione had seen her face somewhere before. The tall woman handed her a pearly white balloon. She cautiously took it and began to float away. Scared but excited, Hermione rose, higher and higher until all she saw were splotches of color and the tall lady was just a golden spot among them. Soon the ground became gray, then it was nothing. All she had was empty white sky.
Yellow cockatiels from seemingly nowhere surrounded her and looked at her menacingly. She did not like them there at all, they made her feel terrible, like dementors.
"No!" She cried, anticipating their next move. But she couldn't stop them; something told her nothing would make them leave her alone. The dandelion-colored birds all aimed at her balloon. The cockatiels had screamed in terrible, high-pitched voices: Mementous! Her balloon popped.
Hermione sat up, a horrible feeling still in her chest.
"Mementous!"
This was not a dream anymore. She quickly stood up and took her wand out from under her pillow. The only light in the room was the red glow from her analog clock, which boldly shone its message of 2:23 AM, and a soft creamy light from under her door. None of the lights in the house should have been on at that hour. Terrified but determined to make sure her parents were safe, Hermione found her way out of her bedroom and in the hallway facing the living room. A woman wearing all black and purple, topped with an beaten pointy hat stood there. Her wand was out and she was looking around. She caught Hermione's eye. A weird sort of happy relief filled her eyes.
"Oh, thank goodness! Hermione." She spoke with the same high-pitched, twittery voice that had just cast mementous. Mementos, as Hermione well knew, was an anti-memory-altering charm to undo the effects of novimentous. She had read about it earlier this summer in one of her Charms textbooks for the coming year, Quintessence: A Quest. She couldn't figure how this stranger knew her name, or why anyone in the house had ever had their memories altered in the first place, but the two mysteries were likely related- and she would not let the woman leave until she had it all worked out.
"Who are you?" Hermione asked very sternly, trying to sound tougher than she felt. The woman looked a bit hurt.
"Your mother," the strange woman answered clearly. Hermione felt dizzy all of a sudden. Something in the back of her head throbbed like she was trying to remember something very important, but she simply couldn't remember a thing.
The woman did not appear to be a threat, as her wand was lowered and she did look like she at least believed that Hermione was her daughter. Though she had paler skin than Hermione, the stranger did resemble her otherwise, especially in the face. It was all very suspicious, though. She didn't have enough information to determine whether or not she could believe the woman. What Hermione did know was that mementous only restored a person's memories. It could not show lies. So her story was at least possible. Probable almost.
"Prove it then," said Hermione daringly. The woman seemed glad to, and carefully raised her wand. Hermione kept her own out for good measure and hoped beyond anything that this was not a big trap set by Death Eaters.
"Mementous!" What looked like a soft stream of lime-colored water flowed from the stranger's wand towards Hermione. When it hit her, her head felt much better. The memory she was looking for was a far-off one, from when Hermione must have been only six or seven. The stranger's face was indeed that of her mother, Nimbia Sewlyn.
Her pureblood mother.
She remembered everything about her past now, and though it felt realer in her mind, it was so wrong.
Her father was Death Eater Ouranos Selwyn, who had been caught after the First Wizarding War. He had confessed his crimes, and was sent to Azkaban, where supposedly he still was now. In her early years, Hermione and her mother traveled from place to place with only two backpacks full of essentials. They would change their location an average of once a week, and though her mother told her that they were rich, they didn't ever seem to have enough. With her current knowledge of the wizarding world, Hermione figured she probably had money in a vault in Gringotts, but couldn't access it while being in hiding.
Well, she probably could have, technically. They really didn't have to had been in hiding; he mother wasn't a Death Eater herself, but she was terrified of the ministry and Aurors. She thought that they would find a way to twist her words, make her confess something that wasn't true, or somehow take away her daughter if she remained accessible by the government.
That paranoia combined with Hermione's near-constant complaints about being hungry, thirsty, and tired all the time led to Nimbia's decision to send Hermione somewhere safer. In Hermione's mind, that seemed to be the smartest decision she could remember her mother ever making. Hermione Jean Sewlyn became Hermione Jean Granger, and she and her infertile parents thought she was just a little biracial baby abandoned at their door as an infant.
"Why have you come back for me now? I'm older, and I was happy here. I liked being Hermione Granger. I can't be happy roaming the countryside with you, I never was and never will be." Hermione really wished she hadn't remembered her real self at all. Hermione Granger had such a nice, simple past, while Hermione Selwyn's history was full of dirt, lies, and shadows.
"Your father escaped from Azkaban!" Nimbia said excitedly, now almost crying of happiness. Hermione was horrified. "I haven't found him yet, but I've been reunited with sweet Cissa. She offered us a place to stay."
"What about my muggle parents? I love them too. They cared for me and loved me for years."
"If you must say goodbye, now's the time," Hermione's mother said, though it sounded as if it were a big inconvenience for her. Hermione didn't respond, she just ran upstairs into her parents' room.
"Mom, dad!" The muggles who helped raise her were in their bed, awake and staring at a framed photo. They looked up at her with sad, knowing smiles. They must have known she would leave them when they originally took her in. "You remember it all now, don't you? I do too, and I think my birth mother wants me to leave with her. I don't know what will happen if I refuse, so I'm going to go. I will write you as often as I can... and I love you."
Hermione went to her parents and hugged them tight. It was such a brief goodbye, it felt unworthy of them. All the same, she couldn't stand to extend the farewell any longer. She didn't want to get emotional. When she left the room, her mother was in all smiles. Going with her instead of staying here felt like a betrayal of herself. But then, so did staying here while her real mother wanted her company.
"Alright, now let's go. Cissa is waiting and I don't want her to fall asleep on me."
"Just go? I need to get my cat Crookshanks and my clothes and-" Hermione was interrupted by her mother grabbing her arm tightly and then she felt her body contort, as if she were somehow being squeezed through a three-inch pipe.
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