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Hermione woke up to her heart beating so fast she thought it was going to burst. Beads of sweat were dripping down her temples as she looked to her right to check the time; 2:37 AM. What was I even dreaming about? She questioned herself, yet she couldn't remember. Great, now I can't go back to sleep. Guess I should do something productive instead of staring at the celling, she decided. A book sat on her bedside table, waiting for her to pick it up. This was becoming a common occurrence for Hermione. Lumos she whispered, making sure not to disturb Ginny who was sleeping on the bed next to her.

This was her second week at the Burrow, and as much as she loved the Weasleys, she was beginning to think it was time to move out. She did not want to overstay her welcome, especially at a time when the whole family was mourning over Fred's death. But Ron, her new boyfriend, was the only thing making her stay. While she wasn't sure exactly how she felt for him, it would be completely heartless for her to let him down now.

Hermione thought of her father as she read the book, this particular book was called The Lord of the Rings and it was a Muggle book, gifted to her by her dad during the last Christmas she spent with him. As she was reading, the storyline of the book reminded her much of the Battle of Hogwarts, with the magical creatures and magical objects. And just as her side had won at the battle, she was confident that good would prevail in the story. As she turned the page of the book, a slip of paper fell out. It was dated a year before she was born in her father's handwriting to her mother and it read,

Dear Monica,

I do not know how to tell you this, but here it goes. I had an affair while visiting my parents, with my old neighbor, Lisa. She was my high school sweetheart. I do not know why I did it, and I still love you more than ever, you are and will always be my true sweetheart. The complication is that she is pregnant from our affair. I told her that this was a huge mistake and she has agreed that it will be the best for both of us if we put the baby girl up for adoption. I understand that there is a family in Australia that is interested. With our own baby girl on the way, I hope this does not ruin the trust in our relationship. I understand if you do not want me to come home for a while, but I truly believe that we will work things out. I love you and I am really truly sorry.

Wendall

Tears came to Hermione's eyes as she reread the note 3 times. She had a sister? She recalled her parents talking about how her father had gone to see his parents for a few months right before she was born. Her father had gone to take care of his mother who had cancer. Hermione recalled how they always joked about how her father promised he would run home if he had to once he heard her mother was in labor. But this was unbelievable.

Did my father gift this to me on purpose, or did it just fall in? She knew that this book used to be his, so maybe it just got in there by accident. Perhaps her mother did not want her to know, but her father felt he should somehow tell her, so he put it in on purpose. Either way, this reminded her of her parents. She felt guilt poking her ribs, seeping into her stomach. I mean I really had no choice, I had to take away their memories, she justified to herself. I loved them too much to keep them in danger, even if it meant loosing them. However, now that the Battle was over, Hermione couldn't help but feel remorse. She would never know for sure if taking away her parent's memories had protected them, and now she had lost them and with them, any information about her sister, forever, or so she thought.

This is my first fanfic so I'm just getting the hang of things... Reviews would be greatly appreciated :)