Hey guys so this is my first Harry potter fanfic so please R&R! (:

HermionePOV

"Hey mom, I'm gonna go meet Ginny at Diagon Alley ok?" I called as I walked to the fireplace.

""Yes dear that's fine." My mother, Sarah Granger said as she walked out of the kitchen drying her ands on a towel. "And don't forget about our dinner tonight!" She reminded me.

"I wont! Bye see you guys later!" My parents were having a special dinner for my birthday tonight, plus they said they needed to tell me something very important. I looked at my watch. It was July 18th, and it was 3:15. I had about 2 hours until I had to be back home. I walked into the fireplace, grabbed a handful of floo powder and yelled "Diagon Alley!"

With a poof of green smoke I was standing outside the Three Broomsticks. I smiled and walked in after dusting myself off. As I walked in, I looked around for Ginny.

"Hermione!" I heard her voice call. I looked towards the sound, and saw her standing up at a table in the back. She was waving her arms around madly.

I walked towards her quickly. "Hey Ginny!" I said as she took me into a hug.

"Happy Birthday!" She said. "Your 16!"

I laughed as I sat down. "Yes, I know."

"Here, open this!" Ginny sat handing me a package wrapped in purple wrapping paper.

I ripped it open, to see a box. I opened the box, to see another box. I sighed, and opened it, to see an even smaller box. I heard Ginny giggle, but opened it one last time, to see something shiny. I picked it up carefully, to see a bracelet. I held it closer to my face, and saw it was a gold chain bracelet, with a gold plate across one side of it. Inscribed on the plate read, "Best Friends." I smiled at Ginny, my best friend.

"Thank you so much Gin! It beautiful! I'm never taking it off!" I exclaimed, as I put it on.

She laughed. "Except the shower."

I laughed to. "Ya. Except that."

"Well your welcome. I have the same one but silver." She held up her wrist showing me the twin of my new bracelet. "Best Friends 4 ever right!"

"Hell yeah! Thank you so much Ginny." I said smiling.

"No problem, Mione. Now come on, lets eat!"

After we ate, we talked about school and summer.

"You are so going to get Head Girl, Mione. Don't fret." Ginny said.

"Are you sure? I mean, there are a lot of other smart witches at Hogwarts."

"Yes! Your are the smartest witch of our age. You'll get the position." She said sternly.

I sighed, letting it go. Everyone was calm on that subject but me. "OK. So how are you and Harry?" I asked.

She looked down, blushing. "Were fine. Thank you. And sorry they didn't come today. Their just, you know, so caught up in Voldemort. And the Horcruxes.."SHe sighed sadly.

I smiled for her sake. I knew how she felt. "Its ok, Ginny. You know it will be. We all worry, but they'll be fine. They always are."

She laughed. "YA, I guess your right..Now, don't you need to leave soon? Don't you have an important dinner?"

I jumped up. Crap. "Your right! Bye Ginny, thanks for everything! I mail you later!" I said, giving her a quick hug before flooing home.

When I got their, I looked at the clock. I had 5 minutes to spare. I rushed upstairs, and changed into a purple tshirt, with a black tank underneath, skinny jeans, and black flat. I rushed to the bathroom to make sure my hair's frizzyness was down to a minimum, then went downstairs. When I walked into the dining room, what I saw was NOT what I was expecting.

At the table were my parents, and Voldemort. But he was in human form now, much like what Tom Riddle would look like, I guess. I quickly pulled my wand out of my pocket, pointing it at him. "Why is he here? Why the HELL are you in my house!" I said loudly. But Tom didn't fight back like I expected. He just sat their smiling at me. Proudly?

"Hermione please sit down." My mom said.

"Mom do-"

"Yes, we know who this man is. Please, sit down." My dad stated calmly. Why the hell were they so calm when a murderer was in our house?

I sat down, but was still gripping my wand tightly.

"We told you we would be having a guest, did we not?"

"Well, yes. But you didn't mention it to be Voldemort…." I said, question in my tone.

"Hermione we need to tell you something. When you arrived we were told not to tell you. But now that you are 16 you need to know the truth." My mom said.

"Ok…"

She sighed. "Hermione, your adopted."

I gasped. "What? How? Why?"

My mother continued. "Theirs more. Were not actually muggles. Were squibs, and we were good friends with a certain wizard when you were born. That wizard and his wife, who are your real parents, didn't want you caught up in the war that was at large then. So they put a glamour charm on you, and since we lived in a safe muggle area, asked if we could adopt your for time being. We did, and we loved you as our own child."

I stared at my parents. NO my adoptive parents. I blinked, once, twice, and let out a deep breath I didn't notice I was holding. "OK…so then who are my real parents?" I had a feeling I already knew, but I just decided to ignore it.

My 'dad', Devin, looked at me, then Tom, then back at me.

My breath caught in my throat. He confirmed what I already knew. "NO! No way! there is no way I am related to TOM RIDDLE! I was raised to hate him for crying out loud! I'm best friends with Harry Potter!"

For the first time, Tom spoke. "Alana Riddle."

I turned towards him. "What? -Wait that's NOT my name!"

"Yes, it is." He said, looking strait into my eyes.

"Excuse us, we'll leave you two to talk." Devin said, as he and Sarah walked out of the room.

Tom continued to look at me as if he was waiting for me to speak. When he noticed I wasn't going to, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a piece of paper. He placed it on the table in front of us, it folded up. I looked at it warily, then back at him. He nodded, and my curiosity got the better of me, and I picked it up. For some reason, I felt like I had to read it. I unfolded it, and read:

Birth name: Alana Riddle

Date of Birth: July 18, 1994

Birth mother: Maria Silva

Birth father: Tom Riddle

I gasped, and looked at him, putting the paper back in front of him. He put it back in his jacket.

"How do I know that this is real?" I asked.

"Trust me? That might be a good place to start."

"That might be hard, considering I haven't liked you my whole life. My own father…" I trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"Well, that's true. But we can always start with getting to know each other. You don't know all of me, Alana, and I don't know all of you."

I nodded. "OK…how about you tell me the story of my mom? And what happened with me?"

He smiled. "Sounds good."

We walked into the living room, and sat down on the couch, and he looked at me, starting his story. "Me and your mother met 3 years before you were born, at an ice cream shop. I bumped into her, knocked her down and her ice cream all over her. Sounds incredibly silly I know, but when I bought her a new one, we sat and talked. I eventually asked her out, and after we were together for about 2 years I asked her to marry me. I was so ecstatic that she said yes. She overlooked the bad in me, and brought out the good. I didn't want to be bad anymore. But when we had you, a war was looming between me and the light, the order. I wanted you safe. So me and Maria decided to have you live here for the time being. We didn't know how long the war would go on, so we out a glamour charm on you, and set it to wear off on your 16th birthday. Sometime today. But your mother…" He trailed off, looking at me sadly. Then he let out a deep breath. "Maria was killed. The good side knew how much I loved her, and how dear she was to me, so she was killed." I gasped, someone on the good side killed my mother? Just because Voldemort was close to her? "I was so depressed, I didn't care about anything anymore, I didn't care what happened to me. But when I saw the Potters, and how family like they were, I was jealous. They still had the wife, and they had their boy. Same age as you would be at that time. I didn't know how you were doing. But when the curse on Potter backfired, I was broken. I knew you were safe, but I didn't want you growing up not knowing the truth. I didn't want to lose both Maia and you, so I tried everything I could to see you once again. I didn't now it would be this long though. Your almost grown up…" He sighed, putting his face in his hands. I let out a deep breath. I wasn't expecting such a heartfelt story. A real story. Their was no way he could pretend the grief in his voice.

"But all the things you did to see me again led to another war." I said, wanting to know more.

"I know." He whispered. "I cold have done less, I suppose, but I just didn't know what else to do. I was focused on getting you back. Now half the wizarding world wants me dead.."

"Well, I don't agree with everything you did, like Harry, Sirius, Dumbledore.."

"With Harry, I was upset. You heard that story. Sirius, wasn't really my plan and doing that was Bellatrix. But she mostly did it because she felt bad for me. Dumbledore..I thought it was a good idea at the time. I regret it now.. All of us were jealous of them. They got to be with you, while we couldn't."

I nodded, but was slightly confused. "We?"

"Oh, me, Bella, your godparents. Anyone else that knew you as a baby. That knew who you really were."

"Oh. OK..But as I was saying, I don't agree with it all but I understand. And I appreciate the reason behind it all. As long as your telling me the truth, and keep telling me the truth."

He smiled. "That wont be a problem."

I grinned, then looked down.

"This is hard for you isn't it? Being friends with Harry and all." He asked me gently.

I looked up, exasperated. "Yes. Doesn't it bother you at all that I'm friends with him?"

"I'm not completely thrilled about it, since he is my enemy, even if I never even wanted it to lead to that. But it makes sense. You follow in what you believe in. You get that from me and your mother."

I smiled. "I'm glad."

He smiled too. "Now, we need to settle something. Would you like to come back to our manor, and live their, or stay here?"

I blinked at him. "Your giving me a choice?"

"Of course. As much as I would love for you to come live with me at our manor, im not going to force you."

"Oh, um…could you excuse me for a minute?"

"Of course."

I nodded, and walked to the kitchen, where I found my paren- the Grangers.

"Hello, dear." Sarah said when I walked in.

"Hi..Sarah.." I smiled at her apologetically.

"Its quite all right dear. Were glad you know the truth. Now what is it you need?"

"well, he asked me if I would like to come back with him or stay here and.."

"And you would like to know if it was ok if you went back with him?" Devin said, finishing my sentence for me.

I bit my lip. "Yeah.."

Sarah smiled. "We don't mind at all. Its up to you. We now you want to get to know your real father better. Just promise to visit every now and then, ok?"

I smiled. "Ok." I gave them each a huge hug. "Thank you for everything."

"Its no problem, dear. We love you as our own. Always did. Never forget that."

"I wont. And ill write you guys soon." I gave them one more hug, then went out to the living room, to Voldemort. Tom. My father.

"So?" He asked.

"Im coming with you." I said, smiling.

He grinned. "Great. Thank you very much Alana."

I smiled again. I really like my real name.

"Well, we should get going then. Ready?"

I nodded. "But what about all my stuff?"

"Its all back in your room at the manor."

I raised my eyebrows.

"Wandless magic." He explained. "I'll show you sometime. Now grab my arm."

I hesitated. "Were apparating?"

"Yes." He noticed my hesitation. "I know its incredibly nauseating, and not a great way to travel, but with me as a father, you never know when you need to make a quick getaway." He explained.

I nodded, taking a deep breath. When he put it that way, it made a lot of sense. I grabbed his arm, and with a POP we were on our way to my new home. Riddle Manor.

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