Author: Louise Mills
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Summary: Hermione is told she is really a pureblood witch. One of her best friends stops talking to her, and the other vowed he would stand and always support even it means isolating his first ever friend.
Chapter Rating: PG
The truth
"We have to tell her Richard!" Rebecca Granger stressed to her husband. They were in the living room, Rebecca was walking up and down the length of the room at a fast pace, while Richard was calmly sitting upon the sofa.
"She'll get mad for not telling her sooner!" Richard said back to his wife.
"Don't you think I know that? Can you imagine how much more mad she be at us, if we don't tell her now, and she finds out from the likes of Voldemort. We should of told her when she first got accepted to Hogwarts!" Rebecca replied. She sat down next to her husband knowing they couldn't tell their daughter who she really was without her being angry and heart broken at what they were keeping from her.
"Your right, and we tell her first thing in the morning!"
"No, we should tell her now!" Rebecca ordered, getting up off the sofa and making her way to the stairs to see her daughter.
"Rebecca, don't be mad, it's 2 o'clock in the morning!" Rebecca stopped dead in her tracks and turned back towards Richard.
"It's it really? Have we really been talking about this for 3 hours?"
"No we have been talking about this for half an hour, come on honey we should really get some sleep." Rebecca nodded her head in reply. They both slowly made there way up the stairs to their bedroom.
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Hermione woke up a little later then she usually did, when she was at home from Hogwarts for the holidays. She was woken up late last night by her parents raised voices. Hermione couldn't tell what they were talking about, all she knew was they weren't having a fight. It sounded more like they were having a discussion, and raising advantages and disadvantages about something.
She knew that she wasn't going to ask her parent's what they were discussing unless they thought she should know. She had to admit to herself thou the curiosity, was killing her.
Hermione pulled the covers off and slowly got dress before going down to breakfast.
Hermione walked though into the kitchen and saw her parents at the table reading a newspaper; she noticed the father was reading the Daily Mail, and the newspaper her mother was reading the Daily Prophet. Hermione had a subscription for the wizard newspaper, and caught her parents regularly reading from it. She assumed they wanted to know more about the world she was getting educated to live in, at Hogwarts.
"Morning Mum, Dad" Hermione said, smiling brightly at her parents.
"Morning honey!" They answered at the same time.
Hermione made breakfast and sat down opposite her parents at the table.
Richard and Rebecca quickly glanced at each other, signalling to each other it was now or never.
Richard set down the Daily Mail on the table, and looked back at Hermione, he took a deep breath and spoke.
"Hermione, your mother and I have something to tell you?" Hermione looked up at her father expecting him to tell her more, but be stayed silent.
"Hermione honey, we know what we are about to tell you, may come as a shock, and that you probably will be angry at us for not telling you sooner. Can you promise us you won't say a word until we have finished talking?" Hermione nodded her head in response to her mother's question.
"Okay! Hermione we are not who you think we are! Our family's name really is Hamilton; we had to change our name when you were one year old, for protection. This person you see! Was after you and our friend's child who was also one. We went into hiding, and we thought our friend was okay, because we didn't know any better. We had to lose contact to our entire world." Hermione looked at her mother confused, 'Our entire world' kept going though her mind.
"Hermione our friends died shortly after we went into hiding. We only found this out, then you came back from your first year at Hogwarts." Hermione's eyes went wide at her father. 'What did Hogwarts had to do with anything.' Her mind question, but she didn't voice it as she promised her parents she wouldn't say anything until they had completed talking.
"You see honey, you are no original muggle born witch, actually you're not muggle born at all, you're a pureblood witch. Our line goes back as far as the founders of Hogwarts."
Hermione stared at her parents with a blank expression, it was oblivious they had finished talking and wanted her to say something, but she was in shock. Never in her life would Hermione thought her parents would say that to her, she was angry, she felt betrayed. She was still silent, for at that moment she couldn't find a way to express her feelings.
20 minutes went pass and still Hermione hadn't said a word, her parents were getting anxious.
"Hermione please say something!" Rebecca pleaded with her daughter, at that moment the emotions in Hermione erupted.
"WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO SAY! I UNDERSTAND BECAUSE YOU WERE ONLY TRYING TO PROTECT ME! I'M GRAD I'VE FOUND OUT I'M REALLY PUREBLOOD. WELL I TELL YOU THIS I FEEL ABSOLUTELY BETRAYED, AND ANGRY, NO EXTREMELY ANGRY. I CAN UNDERSTAND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME BEFORE GOING TO HOGWARTS, BUT THEN I GOT THE LETTER SAYING I WAS A WITCH YOU SHOULD OF TOLD ME. I FEEL LIKE i CAN'T TRUST YOU, AND BEING IN THE SAME ROOM. I THINK I'M GOING OUT, I'LL BE BACK WHEN I'M CALMER, SO DON'T EXPECT ME IN UNTIL A LOT LATER." Hermione ran from the kitchen, with tears in her eyes. Once she was out the front door she slammed it behind her. She took a deep breath and walk towards town.
Hermione slowed when she arrived at the park, she walked over to her favourite spot that happen to be under the biggest oak tree, and far away from the playing kids, and families on picnics.
Two minutes of sitting under the tree Hermione felt pain strike from her forehead, which quickly spread over her entire face. She closed her eyes tight as the pain was extreme. After a while the pain disappeared but the pain had used a lot of her energy.
"Excuse me I was wondering if you have seen my friend her name's Hermione?" Hermione looked up and saw one of her muggle friends.
"Mary!"
"Sorry do I know you?"
"Mary what are you talking about? It's me Hermione!"
"Sorry but your not Hermione!" Mary started to walk away from Hermione; Hermione stood up and ran to Mary.
"Mary?" Hermione said while grabbing her hand.
"Get off of me I don't know who you are! How you know my name! Just go you weirdo."
Hermione stood watching Mary leave shocked. Hermione swapped her hand though her hair then suddenly stopped then she felt her hair was no longer curly and a mess, but long and sleek. She moved her head to the left and saw that her hair was dark brown, nearly black, and about 12 inches longer then before.
Hermione had a feeling that her parents forgot to tell her something, she ran back home and she entered though the door and shouted.
"MUM, DAD, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" Her parents came though the door the kitchen.
"Oh yeah I knew we forgot to tell her something?" Richard told Rebecca. Hermione put her hands on her hips and waited for her father to finish.
"You see we put a charm on you when we went into hiding, the charm changes your appearance, but can't be stopped once activated. It just has to run its course, which we timed to be exactly 14 years after we cast the spell. " Her mother explained.
"See you later." Hermione said and went back outside.
Hermione went towards the centre of town, she didn't know what to do, she needed to talk to a friend, but how would her muggle friends understand. She just stood on the sidewalk staring, then a bus caught her eye, she ran over and stood in the queue. She got onto the bus and asked.
"A return ticket to Little Whinging please."
I hour later Hermione was standing at the end of Privet Drive and looking down the street. She slowly walked down the street thinking, 'what the hell am I doing! His Aunt and Uncle could be home and won't let me see him. Of course if I did see him would he recognise me.' Her thoughts stopped, as she was now standing outside number 4 Privet Drive. She walked up to the door and knocked.
"Just a minute."
Harry's POV
Harry was sitting in front of the TV; he had a selection of sweets around him. His Aunt was out shopping and wouldn't be back for another few hours, his cousin was round a friend, and his Uncle was at work. He had the whole house to himself, for once.
The doorbell interrupted Harry, "God no, please don't be my Aunt!" he whisper to himself. "Just a minute." He shouted, quickly moved the sweets and turned off the TV.
Harry went to the front door and when he opened it he saw a version. A beautiful girl stood in front of him.
"Can I help you?" Harry asked, and Hermione just stood there and tears started to well up. 'He doesn't recognise me, of course he doesn't your face doesn't even look the same.' Hermione thought.
Harry watched the girl in front and noticed she was about to start crying. He stared at her eyes they looked familiar. The sparkle in the eyes and the warm even thou there was sadness. It hit him like a ton of bricks, he knew those eyes, they belonged to person he was falling in love with.
"Hermione?"
End of Chapter, sorry about the cliffhanger, but the next part of the story really needs a chapter to its self.
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