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What my daughter didn't know, what my daddy didn't tell me.
Do you know that feeling that you don't belong? Oh come on, you know what I'm talking about…when you're at a party and everyone around you is talking but you stand alone, mute. Well that feeling is a horrible one but fortunately you can leave a party, but you can't leave your life. No, you have to constantly live with that feeling; Hermione Granger knew it all too well.
Hermione was always smart, she had known from an early age that she had been adopted but she never brought it up, she had no proof, so it was easy to live the lie, pretending she belonged. But it was easy to see really, she didn't have her parent's good looks, and in all honesty, they weren't all that smart either. Another thing she had realized was there were no pictures of her mother pregnant or herself before the age of three months. Her parents had also slipped up every once in a while, talking about trips they went on, only at the time her mother would have been pregnant.
She thought things would get better when she went to Hogwarts. Sure she loved her parents and they loved her back, but this was her chance to belong and to find a new family, one with inhabitants of Hogwarts. For awhile she had that and she finally felt at home, but that was torn away from her the day she heard that awful word "mudblood", suddenly, she didn't belong.
When children are little and their parents upset them by taking away desert or not buying them a toy they wanted, they often dream of a king and queen coming and taking them back as their long lost child. Now the child would have what they wanted. Hermione was similar, when she learned of the wizarding world, she would dream of magical parents returning to her. But as she grew up and was thrown into dangerous situations, her childish dreams faded.
She was the smartest witch to pass through the doors of Hogwarts in several centuries, her marks only rivaled by those of Tom Riddle and even then it was hard to determine who exactly had the better grades. She would pay attention to detail, after all one day it may save her life, or more importantly, the lives of her friends. But there was one she seemed to over look, when the death eaters would throw a killing curse at her companions, the curses thrown at her wouldn't kill her. They would hurt her sure, but not kill her. Why was this? Simple, they were ordered not to hurt her.
He always watched her, he watched her grow up, he watched as she failed, as well as when she succeeded. He would watch the look of joy that came across her face when she learned something new or when she looked at her friends. He also watched as she cried, he hated that one because it was mostly his fault. She would cry when Harry Potter and the red haired boy got hurt. She cried when Dumbledore died. He wished he could comfort her, but he stayed away, it was better this was.
He would never tell her who he was, but he would always protect her. At first they voiced their confusion on why they were unable to hurt the mudblood, but a few deaths later he wasn't questioned.
Yes, Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort would never let anyone hurt her. It was his duty as a father.
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