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Amy Narcissa Malfoy	By : dutchgirl1 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 17971 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 1: And so it begins

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. A million thanks to Raining Sun, for being my beta. Please review.

The sun was shining; the world, peaceful, as Hermione Granger walked over to her bedroom window at her parents' house in London. As she looked out, she saw her next door neighbor, Miss Olsen, watering her plants, as she did every other day. Everything seemed the same, until she looked down and saw two blond people standing on the porch of her house. She immediately recognized them and ran to get her wand. As she made her way out of her room, her vine-wood and dragon heartstring core wand in hand, she heard the doorbell ring. She stopped walking and listened.

"You must be the Malfoys, it's such a pleasure to finally meet you. Please come in and take a seat," she heard her mother, Jane Granger, say as she pointed to the living room. To say that Hermione was shocked was an understatement. She saw Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy walking into her living room and taking a seat on the white couch, whereas her parents sat on the brown armchairs. What Hermione didn't know, however, was that the Malfoys had called her parents a couple of days ago, asking if it was alright if they came by.

"Thank you for allowing us to visit you, we've been anticipating this day for nearly seventeen years." She heard Narcissa Malfoy tell her parents, with so much emotion in her voice that Hermione thought someone had taken polyjuice potion and turned into Narcissa; she had thought the Malfoys weren't capable of feeling anything. She decided now was the best time to go downstairs, before she got even more confused by their conversation. As her parents and the Malfoys heard her footsteps on the stairs, they all turned to look at her. Hermione walked to her parents and stood between their chairs looking at them.

"Morning mom, dad. I don't mean to be rude or anything, but, why are the Malfoys here? Sitting in our living room, talking like civilized people?" She turned to the Malfoys and looked Lucius in the eyes and started raising her voice, almost shouting at the blond man. "And what are you doing here? Everybody knows you hate muggles and muggleborns – wasn't it you who tried to kill me, during my fifth year, in the Department of Mysteries? And teaching your son to call me a mudblood every time he saw me?"

"Hermione, that is quite enough, don't you think?" Her father asked, interrupting her speech. "We've raised you better than that, now please sit down and let them explain why they are here, there's no reason for you to shout at our guests."

"No reason? Dad, that man sitting in front of you tried to kill your only daughter a year ago, and now he is sitting here, in our living room, like nothing ever happened!" she told her father, looking at her him, her voice filled with more hurt than even she expected. "How can you let someone who hates our kind into your house? I told you a million times that the Malfoys are Death Eaters, and yet you let them in your house, without thinking twice about it."

"Darling, please, just go sit down and let them explain, alright? Afterwards you will understand everything," her father said, as he steered her towards an armchair facing the Malfoys.

"I don't think you would understand everything if we told you, that's why we brought our pensieve – to show you our memories. I know you don't really trust me, therefore I'm willing to give you my wand and Cissy's wand, so you know that we won't hex you," Lucius told her, using a soft tone, as if talking to a five year old. As he was talking, his wife had conjured the pensieve and was now holding the vial containing the memory they planned to show her.

Hermione looked at them sceptically, but held out her hand, asking for their wands. After both Malfoys had given Hermione their wands, Narcissa put the memory in the pensieve. She quietly told Hermione she should pay close attention and – no matter what – wait until the memory was over before removing her head from the pensieve.

Hermione saw a young, pregnant version of Narcissa Malfoy sitting on a black couch in the biggest library she had ever seen, Lucius sitting next to her. All the walls in the library had dark, wooden shelves stretching from the floor to the roof, all of them filled with books in every shape, size and color Hermione could imagine. There was even a ladder to get to the books that were too high to reach. There was also a large wooden desk in front of the window, with a big leather chair behind it – sheassumed it was Lucius's desk, as she knew he worked from home. Two other people, who appeared to be a couple whom she didn't recognize, sat across from the Malfoys. Narcissa was very upset and had been crying; her cheeks were red and her face puffy.

"What are we going to do, Lucius? You know as well as we all do, that we can't keep both babies, you know how much the Dark Lord wants a powerful set of twins in his ranks."

"What are you suggesting we do? Give one of them up? Save one of them from the Dark Lord, and let him have the other one?"

"Yes and no. You could keep one of them, and protect that one as much as you can from the Dark Lord and give the other one up for adoption, under a concealment charm of course, and go looking for it, as soon as the Dark Lord is vanquished," suggested the man sitting across from Lucius.

"As much as I would hate to do it, it seems like our only option and only Merlin knows how long it will take the Order to vanquish him once and for all" Lucius said, as he looked at his distraught wife.

"Well then, it's decided, only the four of us know I'm having twins. Not that I don't trust you, Katherine and Benjamin, but I think it's best if we take a Wizard's Oath never to tell anyone. Don't you?" Narcissa suggested, as she stood up to walk around the room; her pregnancy didn't allow her to sit around much.

"Yes, of course. This is a secret that shall remain between two families: the Notts and the Malfoys; it's better this way." Hermione was shocked as she saw the families take the wizards oath and started wondering what this all had to do it with her.

Just as quickly as it had begun, the memory ended and she was once again in her living room. She didn't know what to say, she had so many questions she wanted to ask, but Narcissa interfered, before she could even open her mouth.

"I know you have a lot of questions, and all of them will be answered. But first, I think Jane and Frank have something they would like to say to you. Don't you?" she said with a stern but soft voice. As Narcissa looked at Jane and Frank, Hermione put their wands on the table. Lucius put his wand back in his walking stick, and Narcissa put hers in her purse, knowing she wouldn't need it anymore.

Frank and Jane turned towards their only daughter, sitting on of the armchairs with a shocked expression on her face. "Darling, I know this is all very confusing for you right now, but let me just say how much your mother and I love you. That will never change, alright?" As Hermione nodded, he continued with his explanation. "Eighteen years ago, your mother and I found out that we couldn't have children of our own – the reason is not important right now – so we decided to go to an adoption agency, because we've always wanted children. We felt our lives would be pointless if we didn't have a child to love and care for. After about a year, the agency contacted us and told us that there was a couple that would like to meet us, to let us adopt their child. And that couple is sitting right here, in our living room." He looked at his daughter who, just like her mother, had tears in her eyes.

"Are you telling me that I'm adopted and that the Malfoys are my biological parents?" Hermione asked her father. She was fighting the tears she knew were going to come any second now. She was confused, but at the same time she thought that her being a pureblood explained many things, like her being better than everyone in school.

"Yes dear, your father is telling you exactly that." She heard Lucius' voice from across the room. For a second, she had almost forgotten they were there too. She put her head in her hands and started to cry, not knowing what to say, she was just so shocked. Her mother, Jane, sat on the arm rest of the chair and took her daughter in her arms in an attempt to console her. Narcissa looked at the two of them, feeling jealous, because she never got to hold her daughter like that. Lucius motioned to Frank with his index finger and the two men moved to the corner of the room to talk quietly.

"If you want, we can come back some other time, to talk to her. I understand it's a lot to take in and that she's not really prepared to deal with this right now," Lucius told him quietly, though as he spoke his eyes never left his daughter, who looked so small and broken.

"I think it's best if you ask her instead of me," Frank told him honestly, as he had no idea what was going through his daughter's head. Unbeknownst to both men, Hermione had listened to their conversation, and was slowly starting to calm down. Narcissa noticed this and conjured her a handkerchief to wipe her face, a small smile on her lips. Hermione took it and promptly cleaned her nose. She sat up straight, looking Narcissa in the eyes.

"Why did you give me up and not Draco?" Narcissa was taken aback by the question and turned to look at Lucius, who looked quite shocked at hearing her voice. He quickly recovered and went back to sit on the couch next to his wife, as he took her hand in his he began to explain.

"Well, it's a known fact that for many generations only boys have been born in the Malfoy family, so it wouldn't raise suspicion if we had a boy. We also thought it would be easier to save Draco from the Dark Lord than you. You see, Draco didn't have to endure any pain as he received the Dark Mark, whereas women are raped to see if they are strong enough to be a Death Eater. That's why there were so few women in his ranks." He looked at Hermione and waited for more questions to come, he had heard from Draco that she was a know-it-all and always asked questions in class.

"Is my real name Hermione, or did my parents change that too?" she asked, referring to the concealment charm they put on her before giving her up for adoption.

This time, Narcissa answered her question. "Your name is Amy Narcissa Malfoy, we chose Amy because it means beloved in Latin, and I think you know why Narcissa," she said with a smile on her face. Hermione seemed to be taking it all really well; she just sat there, with Jane's arms around her.

"Why did it take seventeen years for you to come look for me and what do you want do to now?" Hermione tried as much as she could to keep her voice normal, but it just hurt too much to know they had given her up for adoption instead of fighting for her. The reasonable part of her brain said it was understandable that they had given her up, but she didn't want to listen to that little voice in the back of her head. Out of nowhere, Narcissa dropped in front of her and took her hands in her own, and squeezed them a little, and looked at her with so much love in her eyes, that it brought tears to Hermione's eyes.

"Amy, I can see in your eyes that you are feeling hurt and alone right now, and I understand that you feel that way. We've spent the last year searching for you, ever since the final battle ended, but it wasn't easy. It took us seventeen years, because we wanted to be sure that You-Know-Who was dead for good, before coming for you, it wouldn't have been save for you otherwise. And what we do now is up to you. We would love for you to come to the Manor and get to know us better, but we would understand if you want to stay here with the Grangers. They are, after all, the only parents you've ever known." As Narcissa explained to Hermione, Lucius approached them and put his hand on Narcissa's shoulder and squeezed it a little bit, comforting her and letting her know she was not alone, that he was there to help. They weren't sure if Hermione would accompany them to their home – a thought that made both very sad, as they had dreamed of this moment ever since they gave her up.

Hermione let go of Narcissa's hands, stood up, and walked around the room. She stopped in front of a small wall that held the most important family pictures. There was one of the three of them – Jane, Frank and Hermione – standing in front of the Eiffel Tower, smiling as they held a baguette; another where they stood by the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona, Spain. She looked at every single picture and remembered how much fun she had with her family on those trips, starting to feel angry and betrayed. They had known the entire time that she wasn't their real daughter and never said anything, how could they be so cruel? She didn't even realize she had started crying, until she tasted the salty tears on her lips. She then turned to them and asked the most important question.

"Why didn't you tell me I was adopted?" Even though her voice was angry, her adoptive parents looked at her, and saw a small girl whose ice cream had fallen on the floor. The look on her face broke their hearts and they were speechless, as neither of them knew how to answer the question. Lucius took a step forward and answered the question for them.

"The adoption agency gave them a letter, explaining that we would come for you as soon as we could. I think they didn't want to tell you because they weren't sure if we were really coming back for you; they just wanted to enjoy your time together. And when were they supposed to tell you? You spent most of the year at Hogwarts and when you came for the holidays, they just wanted to enjoy your company and not burden you with something that would turn your life upside down. I understand that you are really angry, but you should not be mad at them – you should be mad at us, better yet, at me – because it's my fault that you were given up for adoption."

"Lucius, stop!" Narcissa almost screamed, "It's not your fault, I've told you that a million times, but I think it's best if we talk about this at home. Amy – sorry, Hermione – I know it's a lot to take in for one day, so Lucius and I are just going to leave now. If you need us or have any more questions or would just like to meet us to chitchat, send us an owl and we'll be there before you know it. Alright?" She hesitantly gave her daughter a kiss on her forehead and walked to the front door. Lucius nodded at the family and followed his wife. Before Hermione could say anything, they had already left.
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