burdened by black magic
1968.
Adeline Black should have known it was a bad idea—no scratch that, she knew it was a bad idea to go along with Sirius' schemes yet she did anyway. Though by the time she came to such conclusions it was far too late. Sirius had promised—well, more like vaguely insinuated that her mother wouldn't be mad. He had been exceptionally wrong on that front. Adeline's mother was livid, and she had a right to be as well.
It was supposed to be nothing more than a harmless prank, a simple trick on exploding the many fine liquors in Uncle Cygnus' private office when the men got together to privately socialize. It was supposed to be funny, and her many uncles, two grandfathers and the few other select wealthy pureblood men were supposed to liven up their darkened discussions from it. Instead, there had been nothing but ice-cold rage, with whiskey and bourbon stained dress robes. Adeline had never seen so many angry adults in her life.
It shouldn't have been a surprise when her mother caught her by the forearm, roughly and with her nails digging into her sleeve as she dragged her to the fireplace. Aunt Walburga was close on their heels, her own hand ripping at Sirius left ear after cuffing him across the head and shouting obscenities and threats at him as she dragged him through the house. Adeline had never been more terrified in her life whilst she watched all her family members and their esteemed guests look at her with such pity and disgust.
She had embarrassed them and their family name—she had disgusted them with her behaviour and now she was being dragged to the fireplace to floo back to France. She had disgraced her mother with her behaviour and herself. Adeline was so ashamed of herself in those few moments that while being lead forcefully from the hidden alcoves to the fireplace she began to feel tears welling up in her eyes. She had messed up, truly and utterly so—in such a way that no one in her family would ever look at her with kind eyes ever again.
Adeline Black was a shameful daughter and addition to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black.
After her mother had dragged her through the fireplace after calling out their home address, not bothering with the much easier and quicker route of apparition. Adeline burst into tears. In the middle of the parlour, not even three steps out of the fireplace mantle, the younger girl had shamefully broken into full out sobs as she begged for her mother's forgiveness through a mixture of English and French. All the while, Cassiopeia Black did nothing but stand straight backed with her eyes narrowed in the most terrifying of ways.
Adeline had hardly ever gotten into trouble as a child, none of which that couldn't be settled with a stern talking to and an apology made at a later date. Hence, why the elder witch was slightly at a loss of what to do. She wanted to blame the incident solely on Sirius, her unruly and abrasive nephew, but she knew it not to be true. Only her daughter would know the complex magic to explode the bottles of liquor without sending shards of glass in every direction. Cassiopeia had been showing her such a spell not even two weeks prior in their lessons on magic— seeing as her daughter had a pinnacle for volatile magic. It also was a tad bit tamer to what Sirius' usual forms of pranks evolved into.
Had her nephew been the mastermind of such a jest it was far more likely that the men in the room would also be sporting multiple coloured clothes and talking in nothing but animal bleats. No, Adeline was the one to blame mostly for such a jest, and therefore Cassiopeia was given the unappealing task of punishing her. It was moments like these where she hated being a mother.
So, with her patience thinned, the evening ruined more or less from her daughter's unbecoming antics, Cassiopeia swiftly sent her sobbing daughter off to her bedroom without another word. She knew that Mipsy would tend to her in the night, and get her ready for bed after undoing her hair and removing her fanciful robes. So with nothing better to do, Cassiopeia readied herself for bed, while nursing a rather full glass of wine to calm her anger and thought of what to do with her child across the hall.
It was late in the night, or quite early in the morning before she bothered to retire to her awaiting sheets and pillows. With a solid plan in mind for how her daughter would spend the next three days she fell into a fitful and wine induced sleep. Perhaps, Adeline would take these lessons and that horribly ending night to heart and never repeat such an incident again. Though her daughter had far too much of a temper and lack of control for her to be placing any bets on such things.
Then again, penning a letter for over fourteen men in apologies and pruning the most nastily of smelling plants for her potions ought to be a dutiful reminder to never step out of line. Paired of course with an onslaught of etiquette lessons on how a young lady ought to act in the presence of prestigious members of society. No, Cassiopeia was quite sure her daughter would never make such a mistake twice—though she was equally sure that Adeline would find other ways to test her patience and toe the line between poised and perfect, versus clever and deceiving.
First year, 1971.
Many years had passed since her first, and last time attending the annual Black Yuletide ball. Though in the anticipation for the holidays in 1971, Adeline could hardly find it upsetting that her mother refused to allow them to go to the annual event yet again. After all, she was officially in a Wizarding school—not just any school either but Beauxbatons Academy of Magic (or, Académie de Magie Beauxbâtons, to be exact).
Adeline had been overjoyed when receiving her letter of acceptance, despite knowing she wouldn't be in the same school of her closest cousin, Narcissa. The blonde witch had of course been pleased for her, even if she was going to the 'snobbish school of France for witchly teachings' instead of the 'world renowned' Hogwarts. Adeline had of course asked why Hogwarts hadn't sent her a letter, as every other Black in the family had attended the school, but her mother had avoided her questions. Often using the same excuse that it was 'of no matter to ' her and that she 'would discuss it with her at a later date'.
Despite loving Beauxbatons, and finally being able to truly harness and learn control over her slightly volatile magic, there were many downsides to her schooling. The main of which was that Adeline was learning entirely in French and that she was nearly a year younger than the rest of her classmates.While she was ten years old the rest of her peers were already eleven. Though the latter no longer mattered seeing as today was her birthday. The ever-awaited December 4th 1971, the day she would be the same age as her peers and not be an entire outcast.
Well, she wasn't exactly an outcast per say, but definitely a little different compared to the rest of her school mates.
Adeline at the beginning had written it off solely on her different upbringing compared to her schoolmates— how she spoke French and English at home, and was primarily Britain in heritage. She also had grown up knowing many things her peers were just starting to learn in their classes outside of Magic— this of course mainly being her Lady lessons. Adeline had already learned when and how to curtesy, and when and how to introduce yourself properly to other outstanding members of Wizarding society. The rest of the girls in her classes were fumbling around blindly often for the first few weeks.
Then when it came to her studies and her sorting she found she was quite the oddball. For starters, she was sorted in Ombrelune which was typically recognized for housing students with traits of ambition, curiosity, and logic. Adeline was plenty ambitious in some aspects though not as much as her peers it seemed, in fact she found herself more often than not relating to those in other houses such as Bellefeuille— who favoured those of bravery, compassion and sensitivity. Her mother of course, had been ecstatic with her sorting—saying it was the closest equivalent to Slytherin they could hope for. Though she did pen in writing that she would have been just as pleased had Adeline been sorted in any other house.
Though her lack of ambition and fitting in within her house wasn't the only thing making her stand out, but her frequent inability to do anything other than study and achieve perfect grades. It seemed like no matter how hard she tried, she was unable to simply be mediocre at anything—which some would say was true talent. For her it was nothing but unsettling.
She would know facts and knowledge about things far before she had learned them, and with the ability to recite entire passages of textbooks she knew for a fact she hadn't yet began to read. It was almost seer-like and whenever she wrote her mother about such happenings they were disregarded all together. Adeline was always given praise for her abilities of magic and knowledge even, when she explained that there was no possible reasoning for her to be so good. When Adeline had tried to express concern of being a seer, her mother had done nothing but laughed at her in written ink.
...a Seer? Don't be ridiculous, ma petit fille*, we would have known years ago if that were the case. More likely you are simply advanced for your age given your previous lessons and beyond talented. Revel in the praise my darling, for you are the brightest of stars—my little sun. Now tell me of your classes? And your friends? You hardly ever speak of either these days, instead using your letters to fill many lines with your frantic and fruitless worries.
With all my love,
Maman*
This in short, had aggravated her housemates even more and had Adeline feeling far more alone than she ever had in school. She made no friends, as no one wanted to be friends with a know-it-all pureblood princess, and no true allies at all at Beauxbatons. Adeline had started out with a few, like Delores and Marietta in her year, though they soon left her after finding out about her peculiarities. Her teachers adored her however, her grades were excellent and magic was thrilling to say the least, but Adeline was miserable all the same.
But it was her birthday, and she outright refused to be gloomy and blue on her birthday no matter the predicament. She went to classes as usual, excelling in all her lessons and handing in all her homework on time. Adeline busied herself later in the day with reading, not any of her textbooks but instead an interesting rendition of a Muggle play.
She had the feeling she had read it before, like a strange buzzing sound in the back of her head but she ignored it. Adeline refused to believe that she had somehow read the book before—seeing as it had only come out a few months prior. Then at exactly eight o'clock she tucked into her four poster bed, the sheets cool against her ivory skin and drifted off to sleep after extinguishing the pine scented candle by her bed.
Like always, she didn't know where her housemates had disappeared off too. Though they were likely playing games in the common room or gossiping over third year boys to fill their time before bed. They never asked for her to join in, though after three months of being excluded Adeline found it easy to ignore the pain in her chest over it. It was silly to mourn friends she had never had in the first place— even sillier to miss the opportunities she had never been given.
So, she fell asleep easily, lost in the realms of Morpheus but it was at exactly at three that morning that her dreams halted in being dreams at all. Instead they shifted into memories— memories of a girl once known as Hermione Granger, the once brightest witch of her age.
It started off small, the dreams, as Adeline liked to call them, mostly about such mundane things she had never even heard or seen before. She saw, and remembered in a strange likeliness growing up in the Muggle world under two dentists. They were the most caring and loving of parents, though strict as they had never let her consume any sweets for the fear of tooth rot. It was lovely in a sense, the uncanny normalcy of such thoughts and how easily Adeline and Hermione's memories intertwined like forgotten threads in a blanket.
Though they didn't leave in her sleep. Throughout the day she could easily pick and pull at a few in her memory and it left her feeling more off than usual. Most of her housemates wrote it off as nothing but another strange habit that the 'oddity of Ombrelune' picked up recently. Even if she stumbled on her phrasing when remembering a different explanation on how to cut a basil leaf in potions. Her mother had explained them to be easily cut lengthwise, while her Hermione brain was dead set on it being width, as that was what the textbook said and the textbook had never been wrong before.
There was also of course the sudden ingrained interest to take up hiding away in the library, to report and document almost everything that was different in their shared viewpoints. It wasn't as though Adeline could ask the sudden memories in her head why she needed to know so many things that were practically ingrained at her from birth, as the memories themselves had no voice. The memories themselves were simply like a strange buzzing in her temples, a monitor going off that she could press the button to release such thoughts from or barricade closed. It made classes much more mind boggling than before and social interactions far more critical. She was thankful for her mother's teaching in Occlummency for these reasons.
What was by far the worst of all was the ingrained fear of telling her mother. How could she explain such a thing to her? That her daughter wasn't quite as perfect and pureblooded as she thought? That Adeline simply wasn't one person anymore but two and not one at all either. She was an oddity, a mess up. Adeline was completely and utterly wrong in her making, likely something created and birthed from Black Magic itself.
For once her answers couldn't be found in a book either, she couldn't find the answer to her questions in paragraphs of parchment or spell incantations—whatever had happened to her (or was used in her creation) was a mystery in the greatest of explanations. It wasn't like she could ask the memories either—seeing as she was under the impression it also did not come equipped with it's own brain.
So, perhaps for better or worse, Adeline took up writing her thoughts down. Well, not her thoughts exactly, but Hermione's— the strange buzzing in the back of her head. She knew she'd be carted off to the psychiatry ward if anyone found her scripture along the pages but there was little else she could do revolving around her dilemma—and she was only a first year. Writing them out was the best solution she could come up with and maybe, just maybe, her answer was in the new memories that plagued her day in and day out.
Those it eased her mind about being sent away after she came across many charms to keep others out of her business. Notice-me-not's and spells to keep her book firmly shut unless she herself gave a drop of her blood to the cover. Of course, blood warding and magic as a whole was illegal in most ministries, but what the five meant didn't know, wouldn't but them. Besides, she was a Black Heiress—practicing blood magic was basically a given.
The buzzing of memories started off pleasant at first through the other's childhood. Full of laughter and love, with doting parents and many trips out of the country to explore and sight see. Then of course there was the woman's, or young child's, accidental bouts of magic and her acceptance letter into Hogwarts escorted with a very stern and tight lipped Professor. That was the beginning and end of the other girl's, known as Hermione's, happy memories for the most part.
At first glance Adeline could hardly believe what she was seeing as the girl became the definition of a know-it-all Nancy, as she recited textbooks and stubbornly refused to socialize and find friends. She studied vigilantly of course, and was very proud in her a accomplishment's almost to the point that Adeline felt almost pity for her—but then she got locked in a bathroom with a troll and finally made some friends. That had been terrifying to watch and feel in her dorm room as she wrote the memories down, but a tad thrilling as well.
Nearly dead at the age of eleven from a full grown Mountain Troll, and all Adeline could think to ask was where the bloody teachers were? Shouldn't they ought to know that troll had been left unaccompanied in a school full of students!? It was horrifying to know that Hogwarts was so lacking in their security measures, at least in the other girls time period. She was suddenly thankful to be safely hidden away at Beauxbatons.
Though the terrifying memories didn't end at the troll incident and how the bushy haired girl made friends with two of the most troublesome boys Adeline had ever not officially met. No, then of course, the said girl had to smuggle out a dragon from the grounds keeper who was half-giant and set a teacher (a nasty one at that) on fire to stop them from cursing her new best friend in his first quidditch match. That was a wild ride from start to finish, but it was nice to learn that even Hermione wasn't a fan of the Wizarding sport.
That was the more mild of things it seemed the other girl encountered of course. Following the troll and the dragon was the preposterous journey that Hermione underwent at the end of her first year. A journey through a deadly game of life size wizarding chess (that nearly killed her one friend, Ron), nearly drinking poison from a riddle about fire to get her other best friend to go and save a fancy rock, and to top it all off, she was almost strangled to death by a large room of devil's snare.
Adeline was absolutely astounded that the girl was still alive and gifted so little self-preservation. Nonetheless, it seemed the girl's first year at a Wizarding school wasn't her last year of tragedy, trauma and tricks as her second year was nearly worse. Or at least, so it seemed.
Slowly, mostly done at night, at the cost of her studies and usually perfect homework records, Adeline had documented each and every school year of the girls. It was time consuming and almost impossible with her dorm mates always bursting into the dorms when she was hidden away. Thankfully, they never batted an eye at her, likely writing it off as another one of her strange antics—it was one of the few times she was glad to have no friends. As expected though, the girls school years seemed to get darker and far more twisted as more and more things were brought to light.
After first year it seemed only fitting that Hermione's second year started off with a bang. Muggleborns were being hunted by a huge basilisk travelling through the plumbing of Hogwarts. As an added bonus not only did it succeed in petrifying nearly a dozen people, but had once killed a student many years earlier. Though Hermione herself wasn't there for the take down of the monster since she herself had been petrified after finding out about the monster and how it was getting around the school unnoticed.
Previous to that there was a homicidal house elf by the name of Dobby that kept trying to kill her friend Harry—including cursed bludgers and a near expulsion before the school year even began. That's without mentioning said friends, Harry and Ron, actually using a flying car to get to Hogwarts instead of just owling the school about the bloody platform being closed off.
The more Adeline learned about Hermione's life the more she wanted to bash her head in with the so-called 'dream team's' lack of brains and forethought. So many things could have easily been handled, rectified and prevented if they had just used their logic and common sense to guide them rather than their emotions.
She had long since abandoned giving detailed rewrites of each school year as everything seemed to be happening all at once and instead began making jot notes in her book of memories for the girl. Normally, Adeline liked to be thorough in her note taking but too much was going on to write it all down so she kept to the basics. Otherwise, she would have nearly seven notebooks by the end of all the girls memories. Because of this, she tore out her previous pages and restarted her note taking system for just the school years as it seemed they were all going to be extraordinarily messy with odd events.
First Year:
- Sorted into Gryffindor
- Best friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley after troll in-the-bathroom incident
- Dragon smuggling from half-giant groundskeeper
- Harry's cursed broomstick (and setting a teacher on fire!)
- Forbidden Third Corridor of Fun ways to die (game of life size wizarding chess, logic riddle with poison refreshments, devil's snare pit of hell, fluffy the Cerberus who likes music, charmed keys with wings and nasty attitudes)
- dead Professor for Defence Against the Dark Arts (possibly a dark wizard? Did Harry kill him?)
Second Year:
- heir of slytherin? (A guy named Tom in a diary?)
- Dobby the homicidal house elf complete with cursed quidditch matches (again)
- the flying car gets whomped by a willow tree
- basilisk in the plumbing hunting children (cause who doesn't want that at school)
- memory washed Professor who was a fraud? (Gil... something Lockhart?)
With her notes re-made, and shorted to that of a page each, with question marks between things that didn't exactly add up, Adeline pushed forward in her memory watching for the next few nights. There was a werewolf Professor in the girl's third year, which nearly killed her and her friends. She also made a note here that it seemed that they got a new Dark Arts Professor every year— which was beyond peculiar, to say the least. Though ignoring the werewolf Professor, and that was just a recipe for disaster honestly, the school year started off rather normally for Hermione.
That's without mentioning the time-turner she used on and off the entire year to take all the elective classes at Hogwarts, of course. Adeline had wanted to throttle the girl for her arrogance and stupidity to take on such a stupid task. Nonetheless ,she patiently observed that year, learning about her cousin Sirius who apparently was a 'mass murderer' who was wrongfully imprisoned as he didn't actually kill a bunch of muggles and it was instead an animagus rat. That had been a mind boggle to stay the least.
Adeline had to rewatch those memories a few times to get her facts right. Though between animagus murders, and her cousin not being a killer, or the Professor that was a sodding werewolf, it was the dementor's that were hanging about Hogwarts castle that left her mostly stunned. Unfortunately, it seems that the soul sucking demons, nor the werewolf, were the last of creepy critters let on the Hogwarts grounds.
Third year:
- Professor werewolf for Defence
- Time-turner to take every class at school (very bad idea!)
- Sirius is a mass murderer? (animagus of dog and old friends with Professor werewolf?)
- 13 muggles dead on Halloween? Something about a secret keeper in Godric's Hallow for the Potters?
- Peter Pettigrew, rat animagus. Something about a finger? NOT a good guy.
- Dementors at the school! (Are they trying to kill the students?)
- Sirius isn't guilty. Didn't betray Potters. Harry Potter's Godfather?
- Spends 13 years in Azkaban! But escapes?! (Cousin Sirius should be in Slytherin I swear!)
Adeline had to admit even her jot notes were becoming more and more erratic the more she learned. Sometimes she couldn't decide what parts were important and which parts were not, and most of the time her sleep addled brain didn't help much. It was like playing tennis with a badminton racket when doing her memory watching. Not completely hopeless, but hardly efficient either.
Fourth year was dark— with a Triwizard Tournament, the Quidditch World Cup, and deatheater attacks it started off gloomy to say the least. That's without mentioning the never ending amount of teenage angst revolving around crushes and school dances. The Tournament itself was it's own bottle of crazy, with four contestants battling full grown nesting mother dragons, swimming to the bottom of a lake to retrieve a stolen friend (Hermione being one of them) from mermaids who were territorial at best, and then a bloody death maze. The maze of course wasn't just a maze and somehow Hermione's best friend fought off a Dark Lord and brought back a corpse of another contestant within the hour he had been missing.
The Quidditch World Cup had been filled with a deatheater raid, or dark wizards, who travelled around in black cloaks and masks and tortured muggles and Muggleborns for fun. That had been gloomy to watch as well, and terrifying to relive, even just as a secondary viewer. What was most horrifying however, was the crippling anxiety and stupid crush that Hermione had on her friend Ron who was nothing but a toerag.
Adeline saw only flaws within the boy as he treated the girl like dirt over and over again and yet she adored him. She sincerely hoped that this Ron Weasley got his bloody act together soon. Viktor Krum however, the boy Hermione ended up going to the Yule Ball with as a date ,was a proper gentleman if a bit stalker-ish and plain in some bits. At least he respected her in some sense and he was a famous Bulgarian Quidditch player to boot. Adeline half-hoped Hermione would like him more than her red-haired best friend, as he was much more mature and proper by any means.
Fourth Year:
- Quidditch World Cup
• deatheaters = Dark wizards
• raid at the end of the match
• muggle family tortured
• Dark mark in sky? (skull and snake projection)
• Bulgaria caught snitch, Ireland won.
- Triwizard Tournament
• Delacour from Beauxbatons, Krum from
Durmstrang, Diggory and Harry Potter from
Hogwarts.
• Hogwarts hosts.
• Harry didn't enter goblet of fire
First Task
• Nesting dragons, collect golden egg
Yule Ball
• Ron was a jerk
• Hermione went with Krum (liked watching
her read - kinda stalker like)
• Harry can't dance AT ALL.
• Hermione likes Ron (has horrible taste in men)
Second Task
• One hour to get back person in the Black Lake
the mermaids had stolen.
• Gabrielle (sister) taken from Delacour,
Hermione (Yule date) taken from Krum,
Chang (Yule date) taken from Diggory,
Ron (best friend) taken from Harry
Third Task
• Death Maze, to reach cup at centre.
• Delacour and Krum were taken out (curses?)
• Diggory murdered by Dark Lord?
• Harry battles Dark Lord and gets away?
• Cup is a Portkey?
- Defence teacher Auror Moody
- Moody is Polyjuiced and tried to kill Harry (actually Crouch Jr. and was death eater?)
After fourth year came fifth year and the world seemed to only become darker— with a Ministry woman wreaking havoc on the school and secret Defence Against the Dark Arts groups. The Ministry was incompetent in this time, if not more so than how it was these days. Adeline was thankful to find that at least some good came out of the year. With the Ministry woman being carted off my centaur, and the Ministry finally agreeing that this so called Dark Lord who was a big bad was back.
This was the year she however, had to take a break from watching memories for a few days and pause. Not because of the Dark Lord himself, but because Sirius had died. Her cousin, who was barely a few weeks older than her, had died while fighting dark wizards that she knew her family to associate with on the regular. Not her mother per say, but her aunts and uncles at the least.
The blow hit her much harder than expecting, even if she knew it to be many years away and at least an event she could change since knowing the future. That was also a boggling thought. That she had knowledge of future events and had the power to change them. Adeline had significant details to do so, if she really wanted she could find any means she wished for in ending this Dark Lord before he even began to spread mass panic.
It was after these memories and that revelation however, that she realized the amount of responsibility it was that she was holding. She was just a girl, an eleven year old girl, who had more information than any seer or powerful wizard possibly ever. Adeline didn't know how to feel about it all, truly.
Fifth Year:
- Ministry is beyond incompetent
-Order of the Phoenix? Grimmauld Place?
- Umbridge is a hag with power
- Dumbledore Army teaches Defence cause the Ministry is a bunch of pansies
- Inquisitorial Squad is a cult
- Blood Quills are ILLEGAL!!
- Harry is moody all the time
- Umbridge gets carried off by centaurs
-Sirius is taken (not actually) and Snape is a git.
-Harry is in prophecy?
- DA goes to Ministry and fights deatheaters
- The order arrives to help, the Ministry knows the Dark Lord is back (shocker)
- Sirius dies.
When she did come back to her journaling of memories she was back at the beginning of another school year, Hermione's sixth year. It started like a normal year, though it too was shrouded in darkness, with her best friend Harry literally falling apart at the seams in grief. Not all that different from how Adeline had been coping the last few days honestly.
She had even wrote to Sirius to ask if he was doing alright and to make him promise to never go fighting Dark wizards without the proper precautions. His reply had been off at best and short, but it had made her feel loads better to say the least. Though back to Harry and his horrible coping skills, to make matters worse he was always away on some secret mission for the Headmaster. Albus Dumbledore, a great and powerful wizard even in her time— someone whom Adeline couldn't help but fear and distrust seeing as he somehow maintained that power through many generations.
Then there was Harry's ravings of his nemesis Malfoy being up something, and the sudden dark cursing of a girl the year above them. Following that was an accidental love potion turned poisoned mead accidentally given to Ron. He was cured thankfully, but he unthankfully and quite terribly professed his love for Hermione through sleep talking as well.
Adeline had wanted to bash her head in a wall after that, seeing as the boy had all but been showboating his relationship with another ditzy girl around the school. Hermione had been all sorts of angry and upset at that—making it rather difficult for Adeline to keep up with the timeline of memories. At least Harry had been comforting in a moment of weakness, so Adeline supposed at least one of the girl's best friends wasn't a complete dunce.
The year wrapped up with Albus Dumbledore dying as a bunch of deatheaters stormed the castle, and being left an ominous mission to go hunting for horcruxes. A magic so dark it was classified as Black Magic and had Adeline trembling slightly as she wrote. She wondered if that was the key left in the memories, the horcruxes. Perhaps, that was the answer and reason she had been gifted them—this Dark Lord, whoever he was, must had made more than one and since he did, he must have hidden them well and not given the group enough time to dispose of him before he gained absolute power.
Sixth Year:
- Harry with secret missions/ lessons with Dumbledore
- Malfoy is up to something
- cursed artefact on Katie Bell, love potioned Ron, followed by poisoned mead
- Ron dates a girl and makes the Quidditch Team
- Hermione is upset and angry at Ron
- Ron after nearly dying sleep talks his love about Hermione. (Nasty)
- Deatheaters storm castle cause of Malfoy
- Vanishing Cupboard maybe?
- Dumbledore dies (astronomy tower with Snape)
- Horcrux mission?
- Locket is a fake? With a note?
- is RAB Cousin Regulus?
The next entry Adeline was unsurprised to find Hermione didn't return to school. Both a little and a lot happened in these memories— running and being caught by dark wizards, the reading of Dumbledore's Will and the discovery of the Deathly Hallows. A fable that Adeline was very familiar with from 'Beetle and the Bard', and the rise and fall of both the Dark Lord and Harry Potter.
Adeline had become far too invested at this point that her emotions were all over the place as she wrote down the happenings of that horrible, horrible year. The torture from Bellatrix, her elder cousin who had become unhinged from the proclaimed Black fmaily madness, the betrayal of Narcissa, her favoured cousin who had tried to help defeat them in the end and save her son. (Also why in sodding hell did her cousin marry a pounce like Lucius Malfoy? Ick!) There was a battle at Hogwarts too, were many died and were injured. It was also where Hermione's best friend Harry had died as a result. The Dark Lord had won, the Ministry had been defeated and no one was safe.
On the Run:
- Ministry raid to get locket
- Ron's betrayal in the Forest of Dean
- Snatcher Capture, retrieval of sword of Gryffindor in lake
- Malfoy Manor torture with Bellatrix
- Death of Dobby the Homicidal elf (RIP)
- Robbing Gringots, escaping on a dragon
- Battle of Hogwarts
- Snape the Spy and protector/abuser of Harry?
- Obsessed with Lily Evans?
- Harry dies, Dark Lord wins
Objects of Interest:
- Horcruxes
• Salazar Slytherin's locket
(false one in cave, was hidden in Grimmauld, sold by Mundungus Fletcher to Umbridge, later retrieved in Ministry)
• Helga Hufflepuff's Cup
(Bellatrix Black's personal vault)
• Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem
(Room of Requirement in Hogwarts in room of lost things)
• Nagini
(at Dark Lords side)
• Gaunt Family Ring
(Gaunt House, hidden beneath the floorboards)
• Tom Riddle Diary
(Lucius Malfoy's possession, later dropped in Ginerva Weasley's hands, used in second year to open Chamber of Secrets, destroyed in Chamber)
• Harry?
(Accidental creation on Halloween from blood wards via Lily Evans?)
- Deathly Hallows
• Elder Wand
(ownership of Dumbledore until death, then Draco Malfoy for disarming previous owner, then Harry Potter after Malfoy manor fiasco. In Dark Lord's possession after killing Harry Potter)
• Resurrection Stone
(Gaunt family ring, last in Harry Potter's possession in Forbidden Forrest)
• Cloak of Invisibility
(Harry Potter's possession, handed down from father James Potter)
Adeline only had a few memories left and one of them left her shaking. The death of Ginerva Weasley has been a low blow as Adeline had slowly began to like the feisty,
red-headed girl from the others memories but her own death—, the one of Hermione Granger, that had rattled her to her core.
She hadn't known how to process it—she had died but then again, she hadn't. Adeline was right to assume that Black Magic was at play as before the memories sealed themselves off for good, she encountered one last one before the buzzing began to fade entirely. One that had been hidden from the other's own thoughts and feelings likely through the use of Oblivate. One that showed exactly how Adeline had come to live this double recollection and life.
Albus Dumbledore, who had been proclaimed as the Lord of Light and all that as Good and Just in that far away World of Magic had used, not only illegal but outright forbidden, Black Magic. Black Magic of the darkest types—hidden away in Family Grimmoirés that even Aunt Walburga didn't touch— to send the memories and recollections of Hermione Granger into a girl who had previously never existed to end the Second Wizarding War.
Adeline Black had never existed before Hermione Granger—she had been nothing, was nothing to be exact. She was the mixed creation of Black Magic and fate, housed in one body with one last mission from her previous memories. One mission she didn't think she could even comprehend, nevermind complete.
Adeline Black was not only supposed to change time and the horrific events leading up to the Second Wizarding War, but she was supposed to end it. She was expected to find and destroy all these horcruxes long before Hermione Granger was to be killed in 1998.
Adeline had blacked out in a dead faint moments after coming to such realization in her four poster bed. If her dorm mates had heard her cries in her sleep, or the way she thrashed and pulled at the sheets in the night from the horrors behind her eyelids, they never mentioned it the next morning at breakfast.