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The Heirloom	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 18477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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                                    Chapter Two: A Mystery to Solve

     It took nearly three months for Hermione to get the house ready for her to occupy. It was a large house with many rooms, rooms that had been closed up for decades. The property was of a respectable size as well but over the years it had fallen to neglect. Once upon a time, however, it had been a grand home, one that generations of Granger’s had been proud of. Now it belonged to Hermione and she hoped to do it justice.

     Floors had been repaired and recovered, walls had been painted, the roof had been replaced and all of the appliances and plumbing had been redone as well. The house had been completely refurbished and was once again a grand home fit for a family. If Hermione actually had a family. She had hoped that one day she and Ron would have had children. But, shortly after their wedding they began to realize that perhaps they liked the idea of being together more than the reality of it.

     With a weary sigh Hermione padded barefoot up the stairs. The lights had been spelled to go off when no one was in the room and the house was well warded from intruders. She was as safe as she could possibly be despite being out in the country with no nearby neighbors. The long hallway was lined with doors that were closed. She had decorated the rooms, restoring and returning much of her grandmother’s furniture to those rooms, but there was no reason to keep the doors open, it was more energy efficient to keep them closed when not in use. The only door that remained open was the one to her bedroom. As she approached the spacious room with the tall fireplace and wide windows she couldn’t help but glance towards the tall narrow attic door at the end of the hall. It still gave her chills.



     Her room was warm, a small fire burning in the grate to ward off the chill of a fall evening. She stopped by the small radio sitting on a low table and turned on her favorite station then settled onto the large padded ottoman she had set before the fireplace. Every evening before bed she spent some time gathering up documents pertaining to the family history. The fruit of that labor was stacked on the padded surface in front of her. So, with her house finally in order she sat on the ottoman, her legs crossed and reached for the book on the top of the pile.

     She was good with research, she loved gathering information and putting it to use in the books she wrote. She had written various magical texts using her given name, and unbeknownst to everyone aside from her editor, she wrote fiction under a pen-name. Jeanie Grand was the premiere writer of romantic fiction in the wizarding world.

     She stared at the scarred leather cover of the Holy Bible, the gold leaf lettering rubbed away in places. Very careful of the old text she opened the cover and turned to the pages where important family records were recorded. Births, deaths and marriages were often written in the designated pages of family bibles. She could see that the records dated back to the early 1800s. Marriages were logged on one page and on another page births were logged on one side and sadly their deaths were also logged on the same page on the other side. She took a moment to record the name of her grandmother, right below the names of her parents.

     On the births page, right above her grandmother’s name was a line that had been inked out, another line was treated the same on the deaths. She withdrew her wand from her sleeve and cast a revealing spell on the page and watched as the letters hidden beneath the ink began to glow. Juliana Lenore Granger spelled out in a slanted script, born on December 3^rd, 1902. Her name also rose out of the deaths, Died on June 1^st, 1920.

“Why is her name marked out?” Hermione muttered the question to herself. She set the bible aside and reached for the stack of albums. Her grandmother had been a meticulous record keeper and all of the family photos were organized in the albums with detailed labels beneath each one. She flipped through book after book and found not a single photo of Juliana.

     She was frustrated by the time she used her wand to accio the Beaux Batons trunk. She set her other materials aside and settled the trunk in front of her. Carefully she removed the robes and wand, setting them beside her before she began to catalogue what was inside. A few magical text books, several small phials of potions, knickknacks and various small personal items began to pile up beside her.

     Finally, she arrived at a box buried on the bottom. It was ivory with small pink roses covering it and a pink satin ribbon holding it closed. She withdrew it and rested it on her knees. She hesitated for a moment, suddenly overwhelmed by an intense sensation of sadness. She wanted to weep and had no idea why.

     She took a few deep breaths and then opened the box. Inside were letters, brittle dried flowers and lying right on top was a photograph. A magical photograph in sepia of a beautiful young woman with long hair and a handsome young man raising her hand to his lips and then gazing into her smiling face.   She flipped it over and saw the names written there Juliana and Roman.

“So you were in love,” Hermione said softly, smiling at the scene replaying again and again in the photograph. She sat the photograph aside and reached for a folded piece of parchment. It looked worn, as if it had been folded and unfolded several times. The parchment was water stained in several places, the edges worn and tearing. The flowing script was clearly that of a woman’s with large looping letters and flourishes, but the content was not what she had expected.

     Dearest Family,

                        I hope that in time you will forgive me for my actions.

            I never meant to hurt you with what I am, never meant for the world

            I have come to know to touch you in a harmful way. I wish I were stronger

Than this but I am not. I cannot live in either world without him and feel whole. It has nothing to do with any of you, or anything that you did. This

Is about me. I love you, please pray for my soul and find it in your hearts to

Forgive my weakness.

                                                Juliana

“Oh my,” Hermione gasped as she let the paper fall from her fingers. It made sense now why she was blacked out of the family bible. Juliana had committed suicide. But why? How? Why hadn’t anyone ever mentioned her?

     Determined to understand, Hermione picked up the journal that had Juliana’s name scrawled inside and began to skim through it. Initially it was the typical ramblings of a young girl in her last year of school. She was settling in at the Academy, getting re-acquainted with her friends, getting accustomed to her teachers, all of the things she herself would have jotted down in her diary at the beginning of the school year.

     She skimmed the pages, learned that Juliana had a best friend named Kara and missed her younger sister Eleanor—Hermione’s grandmother. Hermione stopped, her heart thudding just a little as the normal girlish writings of a typical teenage witch’s day to day life changed.

December 13, 1919 - I met a boy today in Diagon Alley. We were shopping for dresses for the school   holiday gala when he walked by the window. He stopped and stared at me through the glass, I could see his reflection in the mirror and our eyes met through the silvered surface. I couldn’t breathe! He was so beautiful with his blonde hair and silver eyes. So tall and strong…he was wearing robes from Hogwarts house of Slytherin, I hear rumors about those boys at school but he doesn’t look like a bad boy. His friends dragged him away but I don’t think I will ever forget that smile.

“Well, well, well,” Hermione smiled. Juliana had fallen for a Slytherin. “Typical, those boys are rather charismatic.”

December 15, 1919- Today we went to Hogsmeade Village. Kara slipped upstairs at the Hogs Head Inn with Jeremiah Davenport. I wish she wouldn’t give in to him so easily! I was sitting at the table alone, as always, when he came in. It was that same boy from Diagon alley! It was as if he knew I was there. The second the door closed behind him he was staring directly at me! He walked away from his friends and joined me. He kissed my hand, smiling at me the entire time! His name is Roman Malfoy and he is a seventh year at Hogwarts. He sat there for nearly two hours talking to me! I have never felt like this before!

“I’ll be damned,” Hermione exclaimed softly.

December 24, 1919 – I can’t believe it! Roman and his friends crashed the holiday gala! They somehow managed to sneak into the school but they didn’t get far, Professor Maxine chased them out quickly. But not before Roman slipped me a note. For the first time I had to ask Kara to cover for me for a change so I could sneak out to meet Roman by the river. I didn’t change, I was still wearing my party dress and only a light cloak when I left. Not even the cold was enough to keep me from meeting with him! He was there, waiting with that beautiful smile of his, looking like an angel. He said I was beautiful, that he couldn’t stop thinking of me and he kissed me.

     Hermione read page after page detailing the clandestine meetings between Juliana and Roman, the trips with friends to Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade Village, and the confession of the warm spring night when Juliana gifted Roman with her virginity on the soft grass by the black lake surrounding Hogwarts. Hermione felt a warmth in the pit of her stomach, the pull of longing and the nostalgia for those first, intense moments of first love.

May 10^th, 1920 – Today is the worst day of my life, and the best. I am so nervous! Things did not go well with Roman’s father. He refused to allow us to marry! He said no son of his was going to dirty the family line by marrying a ‘mud-blood’. Such a horrible word! He didn’t even care that his grandchild grows in my belly. He said he would call his physician and take care of our little problem! Roman screamed at him. He was so angry, I have never seen him so angry! He took me back to the academy and told me to meet him by the lake, beneath the tree where he carved our names. He was going to gather some things, some money and we are going to elope, he said he doesn’t care what his father thinks, he loves me.



“Some things never change,” Hermione said, shaking her head. She could remember how much it hurt her when Draco would taunt her at school. It seemed as if the Malfoy family had a long history of intolerance.

June 1, 1920 – He hasn’t come. I waited for him all night but he never came. I have waited every day since and still, he has not come. My letters go unanswered and I was turned away from the house. What did I do? What changed? Today, I will go to our spot, wearing the ring that he gave me, and I will wait one last time. If he doesn’t come…I will do what I have to. I love him, too much to live without him.

“Poor sweet girl,” Hermione said, reaching up to wipe at the tear rolling down her cheek. How wonderful and terrible to love that deeply. She didn’t think she had ever loved like that. She set the journal aside and lifted the bundle of letters tied with a pink ribbon. They were all from Roman.

Hermione read each letter carefully. Roman had sharp, slanted handwriting but wrote poetically of his love for Juliana. He adored her, missed her and couldn’t wait for the next stolen moment when he could hold her in his arms. It was beautiful and bittersweet at the same time.

It was three in the morning when Hermione opened the final letter. She startled when a small silver ring with a garnet set in a circle of diamonds fell onto her lap.



Dearest Juliana,

      I will come for you soon and we will go to my father together. It will not be easy to convince him, but when he sees how in love we are and that we are happy I know he will change his mind. I love you. I cannot wait for you to be my bride. Knowing that my child is growing inside you makes me feel like a king.

     Soon, we will marry. Please, wear this ring as a symbol of my promise to you, my beautiful Juliana, that I will love no one but you for all of my days, that I will make you my wife for always.

                                                     With all my heart and soul,

                                                                 Your Roman

Hermione lifted the ring, watched it glisten in the firelight and wondered what she should do with what she had discovered.
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