Hermione awoke on a beautiful summer day, but she did not notice the beauty or the warmth. Not even the homy feelings of the Borrow could penetrate the ice around her heart. A week ago she had discovered that her parents were dead.

Dead.

No more talks from her mother.

No more reading with her father.

No more hugs and kisses when she fell. No more good mornings, good nights, and I love yous.

They are dead. They will never come back.

True she had known that there would be nothing but memories when she took away their memories, but she had always counted on being able to give it back to them when this war was over. And if she died in the war then they would never have to mourn her.

Well the war's over. Light had won, good had triumphed. She was alive.

And her parents are gone.

Everyone has made sacrifices for the war. Hermione told herself trying to callously get herself to stop feeling like the world had ended. The sacrifices were so the world wouldn't end. You have no excuse to be sulking. Poor Harry had been making sacrifices since he was born, the Weasly family had lost Fred. Teddy had lost his parents. Even Malfoy.

That was a surprise, but Draco Malfoy, extreme Pure Blood enthusiest, had betrayed the Dark Lord Voldermort and had spied on him for the Order of the Pheniox. It had all happened when his mother Narcissa had been killed by Lord Voldermort for not killing a nine year old Squib. It is hard to say wheter or not the young girl truly was a Squib since it's possible that like Neville Longbottom she would simply get her magic later in life.

Afterwords Draco immediately seeked the Order of the Phenoix and explained his propersitionj. He helps them and they make sure above all else when the War is over that his father, Lucious Malfoy is tried and sent to rot in Azkaban for the rest of his life.

A hurt and bloddied Light who were holding onto hope with a thin worn string readily agreed. And with Draco's help they defeated the darkest wizard who ever lived. It had required Draco, the Golden Trio, and the six other Weasly children to all work toghther. In the fight to stay alive old petty school grudges were forgotton, they lost only one group member of their squad. Fred Weasly. It had been a hit to all, especially George. Draco, although not knowing Fred very well, gave the Ulogy as they buried him, finishing the burial himself when the others all broke down. Hermione had forced a spare Calming Draught down her throat then worked by his side not caring as the tears streamed down her cheeks.

She had cried and been sad but she was able to force that away. Fred was her older brother, just like the other Weasly children and Harry, it didn't matter that they weren't blood related.

Maybe it had to do with the fact that after she had taken away her parent's memory she was sure that they'd be safe. Voldermort had yet to start going after pepole for simply being Muggles. And there was no way for any of them to know that they were the parents of Hermione Jean Granger. She had changed there memories so they thought they were Madilen and Joshua Smith. Yet somehow, someway, the Death Eaters found out who her parents were.

And they had died for it.

Perhaps that was why she felt such earth shattering pain. Perhaps it was the fact thaqt the only reason they were dead was because they gave birth to her. If she hadn't existed than maybe her parents would be alive.

...Or, maybe not.

Though each member of the team was impossibly invaluble it was Hermione's carful planning that gave them the solid goal and directions on how to do it. The war was over and such great things had come of it.

Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood were now a couple. At first Hermione had scratched her head at this but now it made perfect sense to her. Neville kept Luna grounded and Luna gave Neville the confidence he so despretly needed. They simply fit.

And it's a good thing that they do.

During one of the groups attacks on a Death Eater outpost Luna and Neville were being held inside and tortured to get information. Fred had just died and the only ones able to pull themselves toghther enough to convince Harry that they needed to go was Ron and Charlie. What a mistake that had been. Ron just lost it, he was driven mad by the lost of his brother. Charlie had managed to pull him off but not before all the Death Eaters knew of their location. There was nothing for them to do but give themselves over to defeat. Well that was before Neville did something to earn him his Gryffindor colors. He jumped up and pushed the leader down. That caused enough confusion for Harry, Hermione, and Draco to defeat them and get out.

Luna and Neville then went off to work in the resistance in Iralend. Ron felt awful about what he did, but it turns out that the Death Eater he saw torturing Neville was the one that killed Fred...and he just...lost it.

Draco and her got along. If you had told either one that during the majority of their schooling they would have put you in St. Mungo's for mental insanity. But more than that, Hermione found she enjoyed Draco's company. She enjoyed talking to him. He understood her in a way that Harry, and Ron didn't. Heck, even in a way that Ginny, and Luna didnt. She didn't understand why but they just clicked. Maybe all those years of riverly hide a much deeper friendship.

Hermione was as of now going throgh the documents of the Granger family, when she happened upon one that sent her world spinning.

Adoption papers.

Ministry of Magic

Adoption

Adoptive Parents: Nathan and Jean Granger

Biological Parents: Draak and Fea Dustirness

Date of Birth: September 19th, 1979

Birth Name: Liefde Geduld Dustirness

Name Changed To: Hermione Jean Granger

Signitures:

Nathan Granger

Jean Granger

Draak Dustirness

Fea Dustrness

Cornileous Fudge, Minister of Magic

Dolores Umbridge, Assistant Minister

All over the paper there were tear stains and Hermione couldn't tell if they were her own or if one of her parents were crying. But Hermione is crying a great deal now.

Because she isn't who she thought she was. Knowing that the parents she loved hid something like that from her, knowing that all this time of being called a Mudblood was inaccurate, knowing that she was lied to for her whole life. That changes a person. She is not Hermione Jean Granger, not anymore. She is Liefde Geduld Dustirness, and she wants answers.