Chapter One

Disclaimer: Everything is JK Rowling, except the plot

There is a little piece of paper on my wall. It was a letter from someone I had never met before, though something told me to keep it and remind everyone I had got a letter. It was sent by my owl, and my parents thought it very interesting, though every time my mother came into clean my room, and stack my books up, it seemed as she could never look at the paper, as if it frightened her. I received it the day I came back from Hogwarts in my 5th year.

Dear Hermione,
Words can not describe how proud we are, and the time will come soon for our paths to cross

Though I did not know whom it was from, for there was no return address, I had no reason to ask my parents because they were Muggles. They knew very little about the magic world, and I liked it that way. Especially in the 4th year of Hogwarts, when Rita Skeeter was writing foul things about me and Harry. Luckily, I put a stop to that, and if I see so much more as an ink drop from her quill, the ministry will be hearing from me about her bugging techniques.

"Hermione, Can you please come and clean the kitchen, it's a disaster!" Hermione heard her mother call from downstairs. Hermione pushed her diary out of the way, it closed automatically. She had bought it at Diagon Alley, where if another wand but hers touches it, then the papers inside will go blank. Hermione walked into the kitchen and saw an array of dishes on the counter, and her mother making breakfast.

"Where's dad?"

"Office, an old lady broke her dentures. He's attempting to fix them. It should cost a lot of money, don't you think? He might even have to completely remold her teeth."

Hermione found her parents work fascinating, before she found out she was a witch though, she was very serious about becoming a dentist. Hermione started taking clean dishes out of the dishwasher, and filling it up with the dirty ones from the counter. She was almost done, and about to return to her diary when her father walked into the house.

"Hey dad" she ran up and gave him a hug. He smiled at her

"Hello Hermione, Meredith, did you tell her yet?" Hermione looked over to her mother, wondering what they were talking about. She smiled at her mom, but her mother did not return the grin.

"What's wrong, tell me what?" Hermione asked suddenly in a panic. Her father steered her over to the living room, filled with family pictures. While she sat on the couch, her mother took the chair, and her father stood behind her mother. Both were staring at Hermione. An expression crossed between pride, and depression.

"Hermione, before you were born, your father and I attempted to have children. Though your father, well, he's unequipped"

"Why are you telling me this I mean—wait if you were, you know, then it would be impossible for you to have children? Unless I was some kind of miracle baby"

"Oh Hun, you were, your just well," Her father started and looked away as single tear started to roll down his cheek, as he quickly wiped it away.

"What your father's trying to say Hermione is that, you're not our daughter by blood, we adopted you" Hermione knew her parents were not ones to joke around, when they were serious about something, Hermione understood. Though she could not help that her heart had stopped at these words. Three words that she was sure would kill her, "We adopted you". It's like someone being hit by a car, you know the impact should kill you, but staying alive was much worse a fate. She closed her eyes, and looked up at her father, who was in tears, and her mother who looked sad and distraught, though not in tears her emotion was much beyond that.

"Hermione, we still love you, and you will always be there for you, but its just that its important you know of these things" Her father said, half way through his sobs and couching. Hermione got up, and walked over to her parents, stood before them as a young 16 year old girl, tears streaming down her face,

"I need to be alone" she said, avoiding their gaze, and she walked back up stairs. She pulled her bedroom door open, and fell onto her bed, tears soaking her sheets. Finally the pain seems lightened. She brought her face out of the pillows, and saw that they had tuned tinge silver. She ran a finger over her wet check and looked at it. A silver substance, wet and clammy, felt like an ordinary tear, though it was so much more. She had to talk to someone from the wizarding world immediately, her first thought was Ron

"Maybe its Snape, maybe he's put a potion in your drink at the end of the year, and the more you cry the weaker you get"

Then she thought of Harry. "Hermione maybe it's in one of your books. I'll ask Sirius if he knows anything about it"

But Hermione needed a professional, someone who knew more than any wizard in all of England. She needed Albus Dumbledore. She pulled out a quill and a bottle of ink, and a piece of parchment.

Dear Dumbledore,
I know it must seem weird to receive mail from a pupil during the summer. Though I feel that your expertise is exactly what I need for this occasion. I wish to speak to you in person, for if this letter goes astray, something tells me the result shall be very bad, as these are very dark times.

Sincerely Hermione Granger
6th year

Hermione read over the letter, to check for any grammatical errors. She went to her window, and placed the paper on her nightstand, hoping the Hedwig wound turn up, and she could use her for a quick bit. Though as she was staring out of the window, she saw a little movement in the moon. As she kept watching she saw it coming closer. It was a Hogwarts owl, though it was way too early to be getting our OWLs yet. The owl flew through the open window and landed on her bed. "Hello" she said to the owl, sounding very stuffy, from crying minutes before. She took to owl's letter off the leg and ripped it open, it was from Dumbledore, suggesting that she come to Hogwarts right away! Inside the letter contained a sock. Hermione guessed it was a port key, she was right. She felt a familiar pull around her navel, and she would soon be in Dumbledore's office.

Hello, this is my frist story on this account, some of you might think I have stollen this Idea from "melancholiac" though I have not for that person is me...jsut a new account.....thank you and good night

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