What if Hermione Granger wasn't Hermione Granger? What if the mud-blood girl wasn't a mud-blood? What if she was part of the oldest pure-blood family of all times? What if she wasn't a single child but had:

A big sister that lived in an old fashioned muggle family from Denmark

A twin brother that lived with a crazy man in Australia

A little brother and a little sister, born in France, that hardly spoke any English

How would her friends react when they learn who are her parents, who is meant to be her husband (to keep the family pure), who is her godmother and most of all, how would she react, learning all of that?

Hermione isn't finished being surprised, and she might –just might- get used to her new life and like it!

Chapter 1

Hermione was lying down on her bed, trying to understand what had just happened.

The day had started quite well, she had gone to the lake with Jessie, a friend that had subsided over the years, and a few of her friends – she didn't have any real friends in the muggle world now that she had spent five years away from them – but once she had gotten back home, she felt the tension coming from her parents immediately.

They were both sitting on the couch, waiting for her

- Hermione? Called her father. We have something to tell you…

Intrigued and a bit scared by his tone, she came to sit in an armchair.

- Yes? She asked apprehensively. Her mother attempted a poor smile

- Well… Her father hesitated, and looked at her mother

- What? Asked the girl, more and more scared. Her mother took a deep breath

- Wearenotyourrealparents, she said in one breath

- Sorry? Asked Hermione, I didn't understand. Her father smiled sadly

- We ought to have told you a long time ago, but they didn't want you to know…

- What were you supposed to tell me? She was getting very irritated now

- We aren't your real parents Hermione, we adopted you fifteen years ago. Her mother gently said.

- … You what? She asked, not believing what she had just heard

- We adopted you. Said her father in a firm voice.

Slowly, she started laughing. What was a soft laugh at the beginning soon became a fit of giggles and in no more time than it takes to say Quidditch, Hermione was roaring with laughter. After a few seconds, her stomach hurt so much she couldn't laugh anymore and she whipped her eyes. Her laughter left as quickly as it had come when she saw her parents looking sadly at her

- It's joke right? She asked, a hint of fear in her voice

- No Hermione… Your real parents are coming tomorrow…

Hermione looked at them with her mouth open

- You're lying, she whispered. Her mother leaned to touch her hand

- Hermione, please… she started, Hermione took her hand away before her mother could get hold of it

- YOU ARE LYING! She screamed, LYERS! HOW DARE YOU SAY I'M NOT YOUR DAUGHTER? LYERS!

- Hermione, we consider you just as our own daughter. You are what we always wished for, and even more! We love you very, very much! Said her father, covering her screams. His daughter looked at him, than his wife, and she got up, backing up

- I don't believe you. I have your eyes daddy, everybody always said so! And you mum, well how many times have people told you I smile just like you? I am your daughter! She looked at them both. Please… she asked them, pleading. Please tell me I am your daughter? Mum? She turned to look at her mother, but as she just looked away, she turned towards her father. Dad? She asked in a small voice. He too looked away, not answering.

Hermione felt tears coming up and she suddenly left the room. She ran up the stairs, being very careful to make as much noise as possible, even if she knew it was a childish behavior, and she locked herself in her bedroom and let herself fall in her bed, crying as she had never cried before. She couldn't remember for how long she had cried, but she eventually fell in a dreamless sleep.

She was now thinking of all her parents had said… She wasn't their daughter, of that she was convinced now, but why hadn't they told her before? But before that, a much more important question: who were her real parents? And why had they abandoned her? Her stomach made a very loud noise -she hadn't eaten since the day before – so she decided to go down for breakfast. She would have to meet her parents (the Grangers) anyway…

When she got into the kitchen she found it empty.

- Mum? Dad? She called through the house

Not hearing anything, she went into the garden. There was her mother, taking care of her plants

- Mum? Called gently Hermione

Heather Granger looked up and smiled when she saw her daughter

- Come here darling! She said, opening her arms for her girl to cuddle in them. They stayed like that for a very long moment

- I'm sorry for yesterday mum… whispered Hermione. Her mother gave her a little squeeze before letting go of her

- Don't worry, we understand perfectly well… You had every right to be mad at us for having hidden this to you for so long…

- But why didn't you tell me before? Asked quietly the brown haired girl. Her mother gave a little smile

- Your parents –the real ones – made us promise not to tell you anything. They were apparently in big danger and didn't want you to get hurt.

- I understand… And… Were they… Were they wizards? Asked Hermione with an apprehensive glance to her mother.

- … Yes. The mother and the daughter stayed silent for some time. Finally, the oldest one broke the silent.

- Their name is Sangaur. I don't know much about them except they were fleeing from something very dark and dangerous. I don't know if they have any other children. At the time, your father and I wanted to adopt a child. I had already tried to have one, but he was a cold-child, the doctors said I shouldn't have any more children; I would probably die if I did… So one night, your father and I were looking at adoption kits when the doorbell rang. There on the doorstep were a couple and a little baby. They both looked very tired but the baby was fast asleep. Tom and I immediately invited them in. They didn't stay for long…

µ -Flash back- µ

Heather Granger and Tom Granger were both pouring over a pile of paper. They looked very tired and worn by time, but determination shone on their face. It was that determination that kept them up until very late in the night. The moon was very high in the sky, hidden by clouds, and a cold wind was blowing. Tom suppressed a yawn. Heather looked up

- I'll go get some more coffee she said in a whisper so as not to disturb the silence.

As she was passing in the hallway, the bell rang. Wondering who could come so late in the evening, Heather went to open the door. Her husband got up and followed her to the door.

On the 'welcome' rug was standing a couple. The man was tall and thin, his pale face underlining his dark hair. Heather wondered for a split second if he was made of marble before mentally slapping herself, she must be very tired to think that! The woman was carrying a baby in her arms. Her hair must have been beautiful, but in the moment, they were very untidy. The couple seemed so tired; the Grangers invited them in without even asking who they were. Heather went to make some coffee while the couple silently sat on the sofa.

Once they had warmed themselves up with the hot drink, the woman started talking in a faint voice

- We are sorry to disturb you so late at night… She said

- Absolutely no problem! Exclaimed Heather Granger, we weren't sleeping anyways!

- Yes! Don't worry yourself! Would you like to sleep here? Asked Tom, feeling it was the right thing to do for the couple in distress. The woman smiled feebly

- No, no, we must go very quickly, I fear we have been too long here! We have come to you because we –my husband and I – understand you are looking for a child to adopt, is that right? She asked. Heather and Tom seemed puzzled

- Well yes, it is true… Finally said Heather with a careful voice. The woman took a deep breath.

- Will you please adopt our daughter? She had tears in her eyes

- Wait, you want to abandon you little girl? Asked Tom in an even more careful tone than his wife

- I beg you; we don't want her to get hurt! She will risk so much by staying with us! The woman seemed really desperate

- Are you in trouble? Asked Tom. If you are we can call the police and they'll arrange everything for you! They'll put you somewhere where you will be in safety! The woman gave a poor smile

- The police wouldn't be able to do anything for us… He is too powerful…

At the mention of that 'He', the man seemed to come out of his lethargy. He spoke in a slow deep voice

- If we have come to, you, it is because we think you will be the best persons to take care of our little princess…

Heather could feel her reticence falter, but Tom was much more pragmatic

- You don't even know us! This time, the woman spoke

- We have watched you today and seen how much you love children! Trust us; we wouldn't leave our daughter to… to just anybody! Her voice had become stronger. Suddenly, the man looked up and whispered

- We have to leave quickly Adora, they have found us…

The woman looked pleadingly up

- Please, I beg you! I know you want a child so please, accept to take her! She has every chance to get killed if she stays with us! If you don't do it for us, at least do it for her!

Heather and Tom looked at each other. He could see how much his wife wanted to have a child, the desire shone in her eyes. Then he looked at the couple and the baby. They looked tired, devastated, as if they had just lost everything, while the little baby slept calmly in her sheets. He saw the man mouth 'one minute' to the woman and a look of pure terror came on the woman's face. That was it.

- Very well, we will take her. He said.

The woman leaped to her feet and Tom could see she was holding herself not to hug him.

- Thank you, thank you! She whispered, tears in her eyes.

She gently took the blankets into her arms and kissed the little baby on its cheek.

- Her name is Hermione. She was born on September 19th last year; she will make a wonderful woman! She is very special! I am sure you will take good care of her!

The man took the girl into his arms and pressed her onto his heart

- Goodbye little princess! He whispered, I hope we can see each other again one day!

He then gave the baby to Heather. Will they were running off towards the door, she asked

- Will you come back to get her one day?

The woman turned around

- I hope so, but we cannot promise anything! She waved at her daughter

- I love you darling! She said, and a second later, her husband and she were in the street.

There was a long moment of silence only disturbed by the little baby's breathing. Finally, Tom sat back down

- What have we done? He asked, running a hand over his face

µ -Flash back- µ

Hermione was now sitting in the kitchen with both of her parents –Heather and Tom Granger- and Tom beamed, finishing his story:

- But I had absolutely no reason to worry! You were the best daughter we could ever have had!

Hermione smiled

- I love you very much too! And even if I have to have four parents, you will always be my Dad and my Mum!

Heather laughed

- It was quite a shock when we discovered you were a witch! Of course your… she exclaimed a brief hesitation… your mother told us you were special, but we were miles away from thinking you were a witch!

The brown haired girl smiled and then asked

- When did you hear about my new parents?

- We received a letter yesterday. It was sent by the post so I guess they might have thought the letter would arrive a bit earlier, but you know, there has been a lot of strikes lately…

Hermione shook her head

- And at what time are they coming? She asked

- They said around three this afternoon.

The witch looked up at the clock

- Is it really eleven o'clock? I'll never have enough time to pack! She cried

- Do you need help? Her mother asked

- No, thank you, I think I'll just dump all of my drawers into my school trunk, it will be quicker.

Her father gave a mighty laugh

- You will never change Hermi'! Go and pack now!

She beamed and left the room.

1h30'

Hermione's mother knocked on her daughter's door

- Hermione, I brought you something to eat, she called

The young lady opened the door of her room.

- Oh no, I can't eat, I feel so bad! My stomach hurts!

- It's ok dear, it's normal you're nervous. I'll leave you the plate, if ever you want to eat…

2h00'

Had she really packed everything? All of her letters? All of her books? And her clothe? God, there wasn't anything to do anymore. She would clean her room. And the windows. Should she do the bathroom?

2h30'

She was very hungry but she also felt like she was about to throw up. What were her parents like? Would they be nice? Did she look like them? Would she like them? Would they like her?

Stop thinking! She told herself. She went into the garden to spend some time with her parents.

2h59'

Oh no, almost three o'clock! Maybe she should have eaten something?

- Calm down Hermione! Said her mother.

She cut a white rose and put it into her daughter's hair.

- You look just beautiful my darling, said her mom, hugging her. Her father joined the embrace and the big church clock rung three times.

There they were, walking up the street. A woman a man and a boy. They were dressed as muggles.

The woman was wearing a very cute grey chandaille on a light blue dress. The man was more in the black tones, with a black shirt that matched his eyes and his hair but contrasted with his skin. The boy wore a shirt as blue as the ocean, his hear a blond as the sand.

Hermione's heart missed a beat. They were beautiful and looked in very good shape. They weren't at all as she had imagined them: tired and crumpled up.

- Hello! Called the woman as the Grangers greeted them. I am Adora Sangaur! She said, holding a hand out; I hope you remember me? She asked, a bit worried

- Of course we remember you! Although you have changed a lot! You look in much better shape now than before. Beamed Mr. Granger, shaking her hand. I am Tom Granger of course

- Pleased to meet you, said Mr. Sangaur, I am Alrick, and this is our son, Leo.

- Heather Granger. Smiled Mrs. Granger, shaking all three hands

- … Hermione. Simply said Hermione.

There was a little embarrassed silence as all three Sangaur looked at Hermione.

- Come in, come in! Invited them Mrs. Granger

She led them to the living-room.

- Sit down, would you like to drink or eat anything? She asked

- Oh no, I'm sorry but we'll have to leave soon, Lila is taking care of Keith and Feather by herself… Hermione became white but nobody seemed to relies it except for Leo…

- Are you finished packing Hermione? Asked her real mother –Adora-. Hermione nodded, not trusting her voice.

- Leo can come and help you if you want. Continued the woman, Hermione nodded again

- My room is upstairs. She told the blond boy.

Once they were alone in the corridor, she asked in a small voice

- How many brothers and sisters do I have? He smiled

- The oldest one is Lila, she is seventeen, it will be her first and last year in Hogwarts this year, then there are you and I… Hermione abruptly stopped

- We are twins?

- Yes, Leo smiled

- … I'll have to get used to having so many brothers and sisters… And Keith and Feather?

- Well Keith is turning eleven, so it will be his first year in Hogwarts, and Feather is eight. She speaks mostly French.

They had arrived in front of her room and as she opened the door, Hermione asked

- French? How come?

- Well, they lived in France all of these years… Hermione took her trunk by the handle

- But you haven't? she asked

- Lila, you and I have been adopted before our parents left to France to hide. I have just discovered my new family two months ago.

Hermione didn't say anything as they came down the stairs, each holding one end of the trunk. When they arrived in the living room, her parents, from flesh and from heart, got up.

- We should go, said her new father, looking at his watch. Her other father, Tom, came towards her

- Goodbye then, Hermione, and take care… He hugged her

- Goodbye darling, whispered her mother into her ear as she was hugging her, and she kissed her on each cheek.

Hermione smiled, not really realizing what was happening. It felt as if she was just leaving for Hogwarts a bit early! She smiled at her 'old' parents, took a deep breath and walked out of the house. Just before turning on to another street, she looked back at waved to them. After that, she turned and looked at the new street that was leading into the woods.

'Back for another adventure…' She thought.

Hey! So I hope you like it, it's just the beginning so it might be a bit boring, but Draco will soon be here! ^^ I'm sorry if I made any mistakes, i'm french and not English, so if there are any sentences that don't mean anything, just point them out to me ;-D

Other than this... I suppose I should tell you to review because everybody else seems to ask for it so there you go: Please, do review, go and bad comments accepted, just as long as they aren't rude.

And... well, I wish I had a brilliantly twisted mind and had invented all of them, but no, I am not J.K. Rowling and I have not invented Hermione, Draco, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George (Oh yes, I would have loved to invent Fred and George! ^^), Molly, Arthur, Tom and Heather Granger... All of them! But The Sangaurs and Aureavis are mine (haha!)

Oh, and other than that, cherry flowers always blossom! ^^