AN: Hello dear readers, 'Secretly Pureblood?' is my first published fanfiction and I hope you all enjoy it. Hermiones life is definitely very different in this story. She even has three sisters and from the title I believe that you already know that she is Pureblood as well.

JK. Rowling owns these characters and these places but I've decided to shake up her plot, I hope you enjoy, please leave a review! :)

"What's wrong with you?! Are you... are you upset that I finally have a fucking life?"

"No Dean. I'm upset because... because I'm not a part of it."

Angry tears had formed in his eyes when he had started yelling but, when he heard that, shock caused them to drip down his cheeks. He saw her start to turn away, tears in her eyes as well, but he couldn't stop her. She had been a part of his life once, and he had been happy then, but after that week... that fucking week, they had separated.

He saw her walking, he didn't want her to leave so he stood. He knew she would hear him stand, she could hear everything. She paused when she heard him take a step toward her.

"What, Dean?"

"Why do you want to be part of my life?" He didn't see her holding her stomach.

"Purely selfish reasons."

She closed her eyes listening to his heartbeat spike at her words, his intake of breath, and she could practically hear his muscles tense. She was trying to get him to stay in place, so her back was turned to him. She didn't want his pity.

"What if I want you in my life too?"

"Why? We would hold you back. You wouldn't have a real life. Be honest Dean, don't pity me. I will be on this earth for a long time.

"So what, this is it? We are completely done with each other? What about Hermione?"

"There's no other way to do this."

"To do what?"

"To be happy! You have Jen now. And I have John."

"Who? John Granger? And what does he have for you, a job, money?"

"He has security. And love."

He paused. She was right. He couldn't offer her security, all he could offer her was... he couldn't offer her anything. Not even love, not anymore.

"Goodbye Dean."

"Goodbye Marie."

Hermione Jean Granger was always peculiar. She looked like her family, or she thought she did. Every now and then she would look in the mirror and her eyes were green. But just before she could try to look again they would be her normal, muddy, brown. She had always figured this must happen to everyone.

When she was eleven she got a letter. Not just any letter either. A tall thin woman with a severe gaze and a tight bun hidden underneath a large hat stood on the Granger stoop with the letter clutched in her wiry hands.

"Hello, Miss. Granger. Are your parents' home?"

"Yes mam, just a moment please. Mum, Dad! There's a lady here to see you!"

"I am here to see you as well dear." the woman said.

"Oh... well please come in."

"Hermione, who is it?" her mother asked as she walked down the hallway. Upon seeing the woman her eyes widened and she paused a bit before smiling sweetly.

"Minerva, it is wonderful to see you again." she said coming forward and giving the woman a hug. Moments later Hermione's father walked down the hall.

"Minerva. How are you?" he said with a wary tone. It was clear that he didn't care for the woman but Hermione didn't say anything.

"Marie, John, it's nice to see the both of you. I take it you know why I am here?" Ms. Minerva said with a gentle smile.

"I don't know why, mam."

"Hermione, let's all sit in in the living room dear."

They walked across the hall and into their living room, and Hermione sat between her parents while Ms. Minerva sat on the edge of their love seat across the room.

"Hermione, what do you know of magic?"

"Oh, I love magic, it's in all of my favorite books!"

"What if I told you that you could do magic?"

Hermione's eyes got wide, no one was supposed to know what she could do. The only ones that knew about her magic were her younger sisters, Lizzi, Alice, and Lilie.

"Do not be frightened, dear. Magic should be quite natural to you."

Her father bristled at Minerva's words immediately.

"Minerva don't taunt the girl. She has shown none of the signs of early magic. Our Hermione is special yes, but she is not magic."

Minerva looked decidedly cross then. "John, just because no one has seen her perform magic does not mean that she hasn't. The Ministry of Magic has records of every magical child and the magic that they have performed. Files upon files of reports and the two thickest files from this generation of first years come from your daughter and one other young man. She has performed magic countless times, intentional or not." She said sternly.

John sat there stunned as he looked down at the young girl sitting beside him. Her face was burning a bright pink and her eyes were wide. How did this woman know she had done magic, what was the Ministry of Magic? What were first years? Who else had done as much magic as her so young? Why didn't her mother seem surprised at all? Hermione had so many questions running through her mind she didn't know which to start with but she had heard one thing extremely clearly and it definitely peaked her interests.

"Ms. Minerva, what are first years?"

The woman's demeanor changed immediately from stern to gentle and she smiled a small smile. "First years, my dear, are children that attend a school for the magically gifted. At this school these children learn how to control their magic over the course of seven years. During your first year at school you will be called a first year, just as during the second you will be called a second year, and so on."

Hermione's mother had been quietly beaming throughout the whole endeavor. Proud that her daughter seemed to be as gifted as she had been when she was younger.

"I don't understand. How has she done magic without anyone knowing?"

"Lizzi, Alice, and Lilie know..."

"Your sisters?"

"Yes..."

"Would you like to go to this school dear? Would you like to control your magic?"

"I would like nothing more."

"Well, dear, school starts September first. In this letter there is a list of supplies that you will need and directions on how to get to the train at Kings Cross station."

"Thank you, mam. Oh mum this is wonderful!"

"Dear, have you been doing magic?"

The young girls' excitement dimmed for a moment.

"Yes mam... I'm sorry."

"Oh don't be sorry I completely understand darling." she said with a smile.

After they visited with Minerva for a while longer the woman excused herself as to let the small family discuss this large change in their lives. She knew John would be shocked to learn of their other daughters magic but she would just let him wait, he was bound to find out anyway, if they didn't know already.

Hermione sat in her room later that night memorizing her supply list and the directions that would take her to the train. She was beyond excited that she would be learning to have better control of her magic. And she would be making potions and getting to learn spells and she would even have a wand! There were also other directions in the letter to get to a place called Diagon Alley, where she was to get her supplies for school. She didn't know if she would ever be able to contain her joy. As she was reading she could hear her mother and father talking rapidly across the hall. They sounded angry. She quietly crept over to her door and cracked it open a bit so that she could hear better.

"I need to have a talk with you. And it's very important that you know that I love you and I want you to have the best in life. So I may have done some questionable things, but it was all for the benefit of you and your daughters."

"Where are you going with this John?"

"She should not go to that school."

Hermione gasped, she just had to go to school. Hogwarts was the only place that she could learn to do magic!

"You may have taken away my wand, and forced me to stop doing magic, but you will not keep my girls from it. I placed the glamours, I hid their eyes, changed their hair. But they are going to that school."

"No, Marie, they aren't."

"You can't keep them from it."

"Dammit Marie, this is my family and I will not have them running around waving sticks to do tricks. I made you put away that infernal piece of wood, and I'll be damned before I pay for your daughters to get more."

"Then don't John. Just hide us away, like every little 'problem' that I have to hide."

"You should shut your mouth Marie, you know where it's gotten you before. What about the girls? It'd be pretty hard for them to hide it wouldn't it?"

"You stay away from my girls."

"Or what Marie? You gonna kill me?"

"You know I can't do that."

"Why not? You need that little piece of wood? I wonder how long it would take little Hermione to learn to control those little bursts of magic? Do you think she could stand the pain, or would she pass out first?"

Hermione heard a sharp slap land on her fathers' face. She had tears in her eyes, what were they talking about? Why did her father keep saying 'your daughters,' what glamours? Was her mother a witch too?

"That is it John. I'm leaving you," her mother said to her fathers' unconscious form lying on the floor.

After her mother said that Hermione shut her door. She heard her mother shuffling through her closet. Then she heard many different objects moving around. She figured that her mother was packing a bag so she pulled her small duffle bag out from under her own bed and pulled her clothes from her drawers and started to fill the bag.

She then heard her mother walk out of her room and down towards the room that Lizzi, Alice, and Lilie share. After a few seconds she heard her sisters' bags being pulled from under their beds and their clothes being pulled from their drawers rapidly.

After she got all of her clothes in her bag she looked over at her book shelf longingly. It filled one corner of her room and was full of many books that Hermione loved dearly. Her mother must have finished packing the other girls bags because all of a sudden she was quietly opening Hermiones' door.

Tears filled Maries' eyes as she walked in and saw Hermione, her oldest and so far most perceptive daughter, sitting in front of her bookshelf seemingly trying to pick her favorite books in order to take them with her. Her duffle bag was filled and waiting on her bed.

"Oh Hermione," she said with a cracking voice.

"It's alright mother, I know that I can't take many; we don't have the room."

All of a sudden Hermiones' books all flew off of her shelf and shrank before they flew into a small beaded bag that was strung around her mothers' neck. Wide eyed she looked at her mother astonished.

"I'm so sorry that I never told you dear." Her mother said to her almost as if she was pleading.

"I heard you and fath-… him talking. It's not your fault mother." If it was possible Marie looked both relieved and horrified at the fact that Hermione had heard them.

"We need to leave darling, I have not woken your sisters yet. Have you packed all of your clothes?"

"I couldn't fit all of them in my bag…"

All of a sudden her bag looked as if it was empty before the rest of her clothes flew from her drawers and her closet and shrunk like her books did and folded themselves before they went into her duffle. Then once the duffle was full again her mother shrank it and put it into the beaded bag as well.

"I've gotten your sisters bags and all of their clothes and books as well. And their toys. All we need to do is wake them and I'll magic all of your beds to make themselves and then we are going to leave. It is going to be difficult but I need you all to hold onto my wand arm and I am going to apparate us away from here. To somewhere safe."

Hermione didn't ask what apparating was, there would be plenty of time for that later, once they were safe. For now she would go with her mother, later she would ask all of her questions.

Hermiones' room was bare now, and her bed was made neatly. She followed her mother to her sisters' room then and found it in much the same condition as hers. Gently she walked over to Lilie and woke her while her mother gently woke Alice and Lizzi.

"Mother?" they all asked.

"Don't you worry dears we are just going on a trip, we need to leave."

"What about daddy?"

"Daddy won't be coming with us dears, I'll explain everything once we get there."

"Once we get where, Mum?"

"To the Weasleys', I promise I will explain darlings; do you remember what I told you earlier about Mione doing magic? Well, mummy can do magic as well, I am a witch too... in order to leave we need to apparate, it is going to be uncomfortable but it will only last for a few moments; just close your eyes and hold onto mummies arm, all of you." Each girl placed a small hand onto their mothers forearm. "Now off we go dears."

Suddenly each girl felt as if they were being sucked through a straw, and it was uncomfortable but they would all be fine. When they landed each girl took a deep gulp of air and realized that they were outside. When they looked up they realized that they were standing outside of a rickety metal gate that led to a dirt road. Marie led her daughters through the gate and they all felt the magic ripple over them as they passed through the wards.

Once through the wards they saw a tall house that seemed to be just as rickety as the metal fence. They saw lights flicker on in a few of the windows and just as they finished walking up the rickety stairs the door opened. In the threshold they saw a plump redheaded woman and a thin man with a rounded stomach and lightly blonded red hair.

"Hello Molly, Arthur."

Hello my dear readers. I hope you enjoyed chapter one of my very first story so if you could please review I would be much obliged! This chapter was previously longer however I decided that a great chunk of information previously in this chapter would be better dealt with if I spread it out.

Thank you for reading!