A/N: This is my first fanfic. This is written by Ani, BTW. It's in Hermione's POV so that is who 'I' is.
Disclaimer: I have red hair, am american, and don't live in scotland. Only the plot is mine. NO STEALING!
Chapter One – The letter
Hermione walked down the hall towards her home library. A lot had happened that summer. And a lot hadn't happened. Neither Harry, Ron nor Ginny had contacted her since the wedding. What had happened however was: her parents moved her into a mysterious, and furnished, house. Just her. Not themselves. The only thing they had said was, "It was left to you." When she asked who it was from, the just said good-bye and left. She had seen them only once since they dropped her off two weeks ago. She had also changed in appearance. Her usually bushy hair was tamed in elegant curls, her chest (Which had left something to be desired) had filled out, and she had grown an inch. She was nowhere near Ron's height (6'4"), or even for that mater, Harry's height (6'0"). But she was now very proud of being 5'3". She didn't know where she got the short gene because both her parents were tall. Oh well, she thought, opening the door. The library was probably the most interesting feature of the huge manor. It was full of ancient tomes just like Hogwarts.
Hermione meandered among its weathered shelves. She came across a small black book with no title. She pulled it off the shelves and opened it. A letter fell out of the front. Seeing it addressed to her, she opened it.
Dear Hermione,
I'm sorry that you have to find everything out through means of this book and letter. Know that while I wrote this letter, the journal is not mine. Since all went as planned, you will be turning eighteen in two months when you read these. Keep in mind that your whole world is about to be turned on its head.
I can't reveal too much in this letter because I am being watched constantly. I know that by the time you read this I'll be dead. That is why I'm writing it.
First things first. Even though your parents haven't told you so, you're adopted. Secondly, Harry's last name isn't supposed to be Potter, and your name isn't supposed to be Granger. In the time of the founders of Hogwarts, Godric Gryffindor fell in love with an elf. Her name was Hermione. She looked exactly like you now. I'm sorry that I didn't get to see you now. Anyways, Godric and the elf had a child. When elf blood and wizard blood first mix it is exactly half and half. Each time they mix the elf blood increases by a sixty-fourth. But of course, you knew that already. This is as much as I can tell you, except that at one point, the line of Gryffindor had two sisters and no boys. So the name changed. Thirty-two generations have passed.
I must go now. Someone is approaching. And I think it might be Harry, since I sent for him. This I know to be my last correspondence.
But I must tell you this one last thing. I loath divination because I am unnaturally talented at it.
Good bye for ever I suppose,
Albus Dumbledore
Hermione finished reading in shock. The last thing Dumbledore had ever written had been to her? And she was adopted? And named after an elf? What? And what did Harry have to do with it? And why was Dumbledore writing to her?
A/N: You guys who read this and didn't review got it lucky because I started this before we got our account, so you get to read the first three chapters all in one, but you'd better review on the last chapter or number four isn't coming.