Destiny of Morgan

Summary: (Set in the gang's seventh year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry) Hermione comes back to Hogwarts for her last year with two big secrets . . . but will she be able to handle both of them at once and still maintain her perfection with school? Will she be able to cope with all of the changes that are going on in her life, like the loss of someone dear, or finding a little silver box, or having to go through the pain of possible insanity? Who is going to help her when her life could be at risk, and how will Hermione cope with everything?

Rating: R because of very descriptive incest scenes and some later scenes that will obviously happen between Hermione and Draco. For people who don't like incest of sorts, you should not read this unless you just look for the asterisks (*) and skip the parts in between them or just don't read it because there will be a LOT of them in the beginning part as I'm trying to set the story up and explain in small bits what happened to Hermione so the story can make a bit more sense. Although, you can read the first one because that's just about Hermione discovering something and it doesn't even make a reference to incest, I'll tell with each new chapter which flashbacks aren't bad.

Disclaimer: I unfortunately have to borrow the characters of Harry Potter from the bloody brilliant author: J. K. Rowlings for my own sick little twisted pleasures because I have no talent whatsoever at coming up with things as cool as witches and wizards in all their wondrous glory, but I can at least steal them for a bit can't I?

Author's Note: I will use an asterisk at the beginning and ending paragraphs of every flashback; example:

*Blah, blah, blah (1 paragraph)

Blah, blah, blah (2 paragraph)

Blah, blah, blah* (3 paragraph)

And of course don't just assume that each flashback has just three paragraphs that was just an example!

Oh, and Sirius is still alive in this so . . . just assume that he was brought back to life some how, and use your imaginations, maybe even let me know if you can think of a good way to bring him back to life so I can put it in eventually.

Even though it may seem like it at times, Hermione ABSOLUTELY DOES NOT fancy Harry and they are not an 'item'.

Anywayz I hope you enjoy reading my newest fan faction and I'm sorry but I am not going to be able to finish my series because I just don't remember what I was planning to do and I had the whole story written out and it got thrown away by someone in my family . . . grrrrrrr . . . I hate it when people do that! Well, please read and review and tell me if I should keep going or not!!! (Or else )

Chapter 1

Hermione was sitting on a couch in the library of Hogwarts 16 days before Christmas studying. Nothing seemed different since summer when her Muggle father sexually abused her and even tried to rape her once, but changed his mind and beat her because he knew that she couldn't lose her precious virginity. Of course Hermione knew nothing of the matter, all that she knew was that her father had decided not to go along with his original plan.

She only knew one other thing in her lifetime that had changed so drastically since she found out she was a witch (other than her looks since about sixth year.) She found out that her Muggle parents had taken her in from a wizarding family. She only had one clue as to whom her real family was . . .

*She was snooping around her father's office one day when she stumbled upon a silver box that had her name on it. Only, instead of it saying Hermione Anne Granger, it read Hermione Terra Morgan. She tried to open the little box, but discovered it was locked. She noticed a keyhole, but after snooping some more, she found no key.

Later that day she found her mother alone in the sunroom and asked her mother about the box and the seemingly missing key. Her mother burst into tears and said, "I knew this day would come, but why did have to be this way?"

After spending time comforting her mother, Hermione asked about the box and key once again.

"Well, as you have already figured out . . . your father and I are not your biological parents. Your real father and mother, or at least your mother, was a good friend of ours. But one day they gave you to us to take care of . . . it was only supposed to be for a while, but I guess not. You were only a year and a half old when they came back . . . However, they couldn't take you back so they told us about them being pureblood wizards, and that you would become one as well. Then they gave me a little silver box and said to hide it away and to never bring it out or speak of it until you were ready or, as the case is, happen to find it by yourself. They also said that they would give the key to someone around the same age as you and they would be your enemy and appear to be on the dark side until you heard everything that I'm explaining at this very moment. Then they will subconsciously become nice to you and any close friends that they had considered enemies. They gave me two final requests before they left . . . one was to raise you as though you were our own daughter and to let you believe you were Muggleborn, and never tell you about them until the time came; and the second . . ." she drifted off and looked towards the doorway of the sun room.

"Dinner is ready," said her father with an odd look in his eyes that was virtually impossible to read.

That night was the first of a long summer of hate and resentment towards her father. That was the start of a long string of beatings and sexual assaults. Hermione had never been happier than when her father dropped her off at the station and she had her Head Girl badge pinned primly on her robes. She had never been happier to call Hogwarts 'home.'

Hermione became depressed when Harry told her on the train that Ron and Ginny were forced to move to some unknown country because Mr. Weasley had been promoted and transferred by the Ministry of Magic, but they weren't allowed to say where for some inexplicable reason. She was glad to hear from Ron everyday though because even though he acted like a stupid git, he was one of her best friends for life. Ginny also wrote to them as often as she could. She hated her new school, she missed them terribly, and Ron mentioned recently that she had depression because of it. Fred, George, and Percy (who had a 'mysterious change of heart' towards Harry and Hermione) were still in England though . . . so at least some of the Weasleys were still around.*

At this point Harry walked into the library and made his way to where Hermione was seated. He took a seat next her and remained silent for a moment before speaking, "Hey Mione."

"Hey Harry," she said to the handsome Gryffindor, seeker and prefect. She felt guilty for not telling Harry about what had really happened to her over the summer. She knew he had noticed her bruises, cuts and scars, and her very abrupt attitude change. She told him not to worry about her, and that she would tell him when she was ready for someone to know about it. He never pushed her for more detail than what she had told him. She knew that Harry worried about her constantly, but was glad that he had upheld his promise to not pry into her private life.

"So what are you doing?" he finally asked tilting his head in curiosity.

She smiled at him and replied, "Just writing my potions essay since it is due in two days and I haven't started it yet."

Had it been last year or earlier, Harry would have probably had a seizure over this news since this was Hermione, but since he had first seen her at Platform 9 ¾ he couldn't blame her usual over-punctuality slipping . . . she seemed to have too much on her mind as of late to care about getting ahead let alone being a major over achiever on all work 24-7. He wasn't going to tease or bother her about it either because for 1 he knew she did NOT need sarcasm or irking right now . . . she simply needed someone to just be there for her and not bother her about the tiny details that were now being overlooked or giving her more frustration than she already had. "Okay, good luck," he said smiling and getting up to leave.

Hermione got up and gave him a hug and said, "I'll se you later then."

"See you later Mione," he said returning the hug and giving her a soft kiss on her cheek.

Hermione sat down and began reading the excerpt not really able to focus on the reading because she kept having flashbacks of what occurred over the summer. She gave a heavy sigh and tried to make herself read and comprehend, but was having little success of it.

Draco Malfoy walked up behind her very quietly and looked down at her, smiled, and said, "Need some help?"

She jumped slightly and turned around. She nodded and Draco took a seat next to her.

"Mal- Draco (Dumbledore asked them to start using first names instead of last names or nicknames[Mudblood and Ferret boy in particular]). . . can I ask you something?"

"Sure . . . what is it?"

"Why haven't you been mean to me this year?"

"Because Hermione (her name seemed much easier to say than his was to her). . . unlike the common belief about me, I am not always a snarky, self-absorbed, insensitive prat . . . besides, I can see that you have been going through a hard time. Plus since we are basically partners in this together as Head Boy and Head Girl . . . I see no reason that I should not help you out."

Hermione was waiting for a smartass comment from him, but it wasn't coming. "Is that all?" she asked throwing caution to the winds knowing she may very well have just set herself up for one of those famous biting remarks.

"What do you mean?"

"You aren't going to give me some heartfelt smartass remark?"

"I wasn't planning on it . . . that is . . . unless you want one?" he knew that answer, but he felt that he had deserved her bluntness for all those years that he had mistreated her.

"Thanks," she said quietly as a plea for help.