I thought I swore to myself to not write a Harry Potter story, but I really think that I want to now. If you are an active reader of my other stories which are wrestling please tell me if you want them still up because I'm thinking about deleting them. I have grown as a writer since then thanks to high school and I do not watch wrestling anymore. It's kind of a guilty pleasure that I watch every once and a blue moon, but honestly I don't watch enough to know anything going on.

So I've been reading a lot of Dramione fic lately. It's hard to read because I think that Helping Hands is the best story out there, so I'm constantly comparing everything to that. It's only about 16 or 17 chapters, but the plot is amazing and the way that it is laid out is amazing. Two other really good stories are Once Upon A Nightmare by Sapphire1031 and 17 by emzi-jayne. Sapphire1031 actually helped me with the plot and I'm proofing 17 for Emily, yay.

I do want to warn you that to make it easier on me, I'm putting 7th year in 2010. So technology will be updated as well as songs and clothes. It's just because when Harry was in his technical seventh year I was like 12 and I cannot for the life of me remember what technology and songs were out. Ok now for story time.

Oh and I'm not doing disclaimers because if I was JK Rowling, Ron would not have married Hermione because I think he is a dumb ass and can only think about quiddich and food. How could she even carry on a conversation with him let alone marry him? Ron probably would have died instead of Hedwig, Dobby, or one of the twins. I swear I'm as bad as their mother on telling them apart. I think Fred dies but not in this story because the twins are amazing! Also I'm pushing the war off for like a year. Let's just say that Voldy is still planning and Harry hasn't gone looking for him.

Hermione starred out the window of her bedroom. She had her headphones in her ears. She couldn't believe this was her last year at Hogwarts. She was going to leave for the train in the morning. She had only found out recently that she was made Head Girl and she couldn't be more excited. The one things she wasn't excited for was who she knew made Head Boy.

Draco Malfoy was not someone that she wanted to have to work with all year. He is always so mean to her and he never treated her as anything more than dirt.

Suddenly she was dropped out of her thoughts by her mother's call.

"Hermione can you come down here please we need to have a talk."

Hermione pulled he head phones out of her ears and dropped the iPod touch onto her bed as she headed down stairs. Her parents were sitting on the couch facing the stairs. Hermione sat down a crossed from them and smiled. "What's up mum?"

"Well honey there is something we've been hiding from you. I'm a witch." Her mother looked slightly nervous because she wasn't sure about how her daughter was going to take the news.

"So I'm not a muggleborn, I'm halfblood? Why would you keep this from me?" She was confused.

"Actually Pumpkin, you're a pureblood. I'm not your biological father." Her dad tried not to look as upset as he actually was. He never wanted to admit that he wasn't her father.

"How?" Hermione was very confused. Her parents had been together for almost 20 years now.

"Well your father and I had a very big fight about a year you were conceived. It was so bad that we almost divorced. Well I met this guy in that time and one thing lead to another. We dated for a little bit, but he told me that he had to leave. I wasn't in love with him so it didn't hurt too much that he left. After he left I fell back in love with your father, but you had already been conceived. After that I never found him again." Her mother looked slightly disappointed in herself.

"Well do you know his name?" She was hoping it was someone nice and most of all not a Death Eater.