Chapter 1
"Hey, 'Mione," Ron said. "Can we talk?" Harry looked between us and decided to leave with his newly repaired wand. I still can't believe Harry owned The Elder Wand and just decided to snap it in half after using it to fix his old wand. I mean, I get it because it's Harry, but still...
"What do you want, Ron?" I asked him with a sigh.
"So, that kiss... It was great. Now that the War's over and all... Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Oh, Ron, I... No," I said and Ron's face fell. He looked confused, shocked and kind of angry.
"No? What do you mean 'no'!?"
"Ron, you never should've kissed me. I don't like you like that."
"Yes, you do! You got really upset when I liked Lavender, you brushed your fingers over my lips, intentionally, once in a really hot way and you promised me you'd never choose Harry over me!"
"I didn't touch your lips in a 'hot way'! I just wanted to get the toothpaste off of them because it was embarassing! And I didn't like seeing you with Lavender because, despite the fact that she was a total bitch to me, I liked her! I'm gay, Ron! I like girls and only girls! That's way I'd never choose Harry over you! You're both boys! I'd never choose either of you!"
"You're gay? You're a fucking homo freak!? I can't believe I ever thought being your friend would be a good idea. Harry and I never should've tried to save you from that Troll, you Mudblooded homo whore!" Ron quickly shot a Spell at me and I fell backwards and over the side of the broken bridge as my wand went flying out of my hand.
"Hermione!" I heard a voice yell and the last thing I saw was Andromeda Tonks' worried face. It's okay, Andy. I'm gonna be okay. I'll be with Dora. I'll be with family, Andy. I felt a sharp pain in my back and everything went black.
...
"Look at her!" A young female voice cooed.
"Bella, she is sleep!" Another young girl whispered.
"Baby!" A younger girl babbled. I opened my eyes and yawned.
"Aw!" The two older girls said. The one with black, curly hair was holding a younger blonde girl. The brunette girl held her finger near me and, for some reason, I instantly grabbed it and tried to put it in my mouth. What is wrong with me? I tried to talk but all that came out was weird baby noises.
"Cassie is cute!" The brunette girl said. "Aren't you, Cassie?" Why is she looking at me? My name is Hermione! I tried to sit up but just sort of wiggled. Where am I? How did I get here? Why aren't I dead? Ronald killed me! I know he did! That stupid, ignorant, homophobic- I started crying. Why does my crying sound like a baby crying? Oh, no. Please tell me I'm not a baby! Great! I died and became a baby!
"Shh, mama come. Be in trouble!" The black haired girl said. I stopped crying.
"She knows words!" The brunette girl said.
"Yeah, she is a Black," the black haired girl said.
"Black!" The blonde girl said.
"Hi, Cassie! I'm Andy. This is my twin, Bella. And little Cissy," the brunette girl said. I tried to say hi but just made a babbling noise instead. Damn my baby body!
"We are Blacks!" Bella said. Wait... Andy, Bella, Cissy and Black... Oh, fuck no! The three Black Sisters! Damn my life to Hell! "And, we are sisters! You are our sister! The small Black!" Oh, for fuck's sake! Give me a break, please! I start crying again. "No, no, no, no! Stop that! Please, Cassie!" I stopped crying but it seemed to be too late as a blonde woman and a black haired man came in the room with a House Elf. They didn't seem pleased that the girls were in here.
"Bellatrix Druella Black, Andromeda Bellatrix Black, what are you two doing in here and why did you drag little Narcissa with you!?" The woman yelled.
"Mama, we want see baby!" Bellatrix said.
"Baby!" Narcissa babbled. Damn, it's weird seeing Draco's Mom like this.
"We've already told you to wait until morning!" The guy, I assume is their our? father, Cygnus Black, said. "Cassiopeia is not to be disturbed until morning. It's late and you should be in bed. Now, go to bed before we have to punish you." The three quickly left the room. I started crying again. Apparently, loud noises, including shouting, make me cry. Huh. Good to know.
"Shh, it's ok, Littlest One, I'm your Mommy and this is your Daddy," she cooed as she picked me up.
"And this," Cygnus said as he gestured to the House Elf. "Is your personal House Elf. All members of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black get their own House Elves. Your House Elf is called Tilly."
"Tilly is proud to serve the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black," the House Elf said. She reminds me a lot of Kreacher. I giggled as Druella tickled my stomach... I guess I should try to get used to calling them my parents as that's what they are now. It just feels like I'm betraying the parents of my old life if I do that... Then again, they'd kicked me out after I came back from my fouth year at Hogwarts and told them that I'm gay. I never went back there (other than when I Obliviated them of me, at least). It's why I didn't tell anyone else. I'm kind of glad I didn't now as Ron's reaction made it clear the Weasleys wouldn't've accepted me. I should've guessed that after Ron and Ginny's reactions when I told them I saw Pansy kissing Daphne. To be fair, it was actually hot not digusting like they thought. I thought that they thought that because it was two Slytherins, who they hated, not because it was two girls... Come to think of it, the Slytherins reacted much better than the other Houses when the news of their relationship came out. All the 'Proper Purebloods' were fine with it, other than those who liked either girl but that was just because they liked them, there was only homophobic comments from Muggleborns, those considered 'Blood Traitors' and a few Half-Bloods who were more Muggle-raised. The only exception was Harry, who'd just been reacting the way a typical closeted person would which, as a closeted person myself, wasn't difficult for me to spot... Well, that and his clear raging crushes on Cedric and Draco.
"She's so cute!" Cygnus My Father said. I giggled and they gasped. "Her hair! It changed! It went from black to blonde! She's a Metamorphmagus! That means, as long as any kids Walburga has before Cassiopeia comes of age aren't Metamorphmagi, our Littlest One is the next Head of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black."
"I thought Walburga's kids, if she has any, would be next as Orion is Head... How can our Littlest One take the title?" Dru My Mother asked.
"It's always been a rule in the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black that anyone in the Primary Branch or Secondary Branch can take the title when they come of age, regardless of their gender, if they are a Metamorphmagus unless they are from a disowned line or disowned themselves or someone closer in the line of succession of Head of House is a Metamorphmagus too and when they get married they have to keep the Black name. Orion can't disown her now. Only we can."
"I thought boys take the title? And we would never disown our precious little baby," she cooed. I giggled and she smiled at me.
"They do. If any of our children had been boys, Cassiopeia wasn't a Metamorphmagus and Walburga didn't have a boy, our Son would take the title after Orion. However, as Metamorphmagi can change their reproductive system, regardless of the reproductive system they choose or their gender, they're classed as a boy to the Magic of House Black. Having the Black Family Gift makes them a rightful Heir in the eyes of House Black's Magic."
"Does that make her next in line for the Rosier title after my brother, his soon to be born Son and myself? Or will she still be after her sisters?"
"I don't know. We'll have to get her to do a Heritage Test when she turns eleven."
"Why not before then?"
"Goblins can't peform Magic of any kind on someone who hasn't turned eleven yet. It's the law."
"Oh. Do you think she might have the Rosier Family Gift? Or that the others might?"
"All Rosiers have a talent with Legilimency," my Father said. "But it's a little too early to say if our Daughters will be Natural Legilimens like you, Dru. You could always try to hear their thoughts." Oh, fuck, no, please...
"No," my Mother, thankfully, said. "I won't invade our children's privacy like that. Cassiopeia is a baby, Narcissa can only say 'Baby', 'Sissy', 'Daddy', 'Mommy' and 'Denny' and, as for the twins, they're already a handful. I don't want to know what kind of chaos their minds go through on a daily basis. Perhaps, when they reach eleven, I'll read their suface thoughts to see how often they lie to us and what about but never further than that unless absolutely necessary."
"Understood. I doubt a baby thinks about anything important anyway." I made a weird noise as I tried to scoff. If only you knew...
"We should put her back to bed after feeding her."
"At least she doesn't cry as much as Narcissa did."
"You mean at least her and Narcissa haven't cried even half as much as the twins did. Imagine if there were four of them..." They both shivered. My Mother then fed me and I fell asleep before I was placed back down in my cot.
...
It's been a few months since I died and I've found out a few things. The first, I am a baby. Not just in a baby body but a baby. I can't talk or walk or crawl or read. The only thing about me that isn't all baby is my mind. I still have all of my knowledge and memories from my first life. While the Grangers had given me a lot I'd wanted, like new books or trips to the library or moving to Hampstead after that bought of accidental magic when I screamed and all the windows broke and even the teachers kept calling me 'freak' after, they also refused me a lot too. After my intelligence started to show, they gave me less affection and more independence which, while I loved, made me lonely and they made me play outside with people who hated me and bullied me a lot.
The Blacks, however, are very different. Both parents and children. They, well, we, are coddled. No wonder Draco was the prat he was. Even if Lucius had wanted nothing to do with his Son, his Mother probably spoiled him rotten with attention and the belief that, because he had Black Blood, he is better, if our parents are any indication, at least. Other than when it's bedtime, I'm never alone. It's mostly my sisters, which still feels a little weird to say as I'd had a little crush on Andy in my last life after Dora introduced me to her when she and Ted had showed up at an Order meeting, Bellatrix had tortured me and Narcissa had watched Bellatrix torture me while doing nothing to stop her, when it's not them, though, it's our parents or Tilly. It feels weirder to know I want their attention, especially my sisters' attention. It must be a sibling thing. I didn't have siblings before so I don't know for sure, though.