Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination
Chapter 1
It was a lovely day. The birds were singing their praises to the sun. The alarm clock buzzed waking a sleeping Hermione Granger. It beckoned her to rise and greet the day. As she turned over she smiled. "Its my birthday. I'm 17!"
Hermione got dressed into her jeans and a white button down shirt. Pulled her wild mane into a pony tail, she bounded her way down the stairs.
When she got to the kitchen she realized something was wrong.
Her mom sat at the kitchen table, head in her hands, mumbling something.
Hermione stopped at the door.
"Mom... Is everything okay?" Hermione asked.
Mrs. Granger looked up at her daughter and smiled weakly. "Happy birthday honey. "
"Mom... What's wrong?" Hermione was starting to get really worried.
She wasn't sure what was going on, but she had a feeling it was not going to be good.
"Hermione, sit down." Mrs. Granger said quietly patting the chair next to her.
"O Merlin! What is it mom? Are you okay?", Hermione quickly replied.
"I'm fine." Mrs. Granger replied softly trying to reassure her daughter.
"Is dad okay? Did he have a heart attack or something?"
"No, he is fine. It's just that... Oh, I really don't know how to tell you. But you are old enough to know." Mrs. Granger rambled on.
Grasping the back of the chair Hermione said, "Mom, what ever it is just spit it out and tell me!"
"Hermione, your dad is not your father." Almost relieved that it came out so easily, Mrs. Granger waited for the inevitable.
Hermione looked at her mom blankly. " Excuse me?"
"Your dad, I mean Mr. Granger is not your biological father. You are not a Granger."
Hermione sat down.
Happy Birthday to me.