Well I have a few things to say, the first thing I'M BACK. Yes can you believe that after TWO YEARS of being gone (well to the writing side) I'm back.

This story is being re-posted from the beginning, so if you read this story 2 years ago you will have to re-read the first 3 chapters + prologue, and wait just a little long for chapter 4.

Also as to the other story I Have Come Back, I've got total writers block. I know how its going end but the middle. NOTHING. So yeah, may take a while for that one to get up and running again.

Disclaimer : I own nothing which you may recognize from Harry Potter, it all belongs to J.K Rowling. I only own things which will never be in a real Harry Potter book. I make no money from this at all, its all for pure fun

Also for your info Hermione birthday is September 19th, and Hermione was born before Harry and Ron making her turn 18 NOT 17.

So enjoy.

And I Know it says this is chapter 4, but it isn't. I hate computers!

His Heir

By Avery-88

PART 1: DISCOVERIES

"I love you and I always will. Remember that. I'm sorry I have to do this to you. But I must." And with that, the womanly figure kissed the sleepy man goodbye and walked out of the door, holding her belly. She was never to be seen again.

:-:-:-:-:-:11 Years Later:-:-:-:-:-:

"Hermione Granger!" Professer McGonagall called out.

With that, a little girl with bushy hair and brown eyes walked up and sat on the stool as the Sorting Hat was placed upon her head.

"Gryffindor!" the hat yelled, and the little girl happily jumped of the chair. But what she didn't notice was that a certain Professor was eyeing her every move.

:-:-:-:-:-:6 Years Later:-:-:-:-:-:

"Mum?" Hermione yelled from her room. "Where's my trunk?"

"I don't know, Hun!" Hermione's mum, Karen, yelled up the stairs. "Where'd you put it last?"

"I don't know! Did dad put it away?"

"Herm, get down here!" Karen yelled up the stairs.

"Coming!" Hermione yelled, annoyed. Hermione sat up from her bed, grabbed her robe, put it on, and walked down the stairs into the family room. "What, Mum?"

"Herm, what do you need?" Karen asked her seventeen-year-old child, soon to be eighteen in September.

"Mum, my trunk? Did dad put it away?"

"I don't know," Karen answered. "Herm, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, Mum, shoot," Hermione said. When she didn't answer, she called her again. "Mum?"

"Never mind, Sweet Pea," Karen said. "But I'll call dad to see if he knows where it is."

"Thanks."

"Now, hurry up and get packing; we'll have to leave soon."

"Ok, Mum!" Hermione called, walking up the stairs. As she ascended the stairs, she paused at her favorite picture on the wall. It was a picture of her mum while she was still pregnant with her. It was a black and white photo, and she was standing in front of a window, overlooking a beautiful town. Hermione had asked where this town was located, but Hermione's mum always said that it was now gone, torn down.

:-:-:-:-:-:Meanwhile:-:-:-:-:-:

"She beautiful," said a man, looking at a picture of his pregnant wife. The black and white print of her was standing in front of his bay window that overlooked Hogmeade. "I can only wonder what happened to her."

"Damn it," the man cursed. "Why do I still have this picture?" He threw the picture against the wall and watched it shatter into millions of tiny pieces of glass. With that, the man whipped his robes out and left his room.