CHAPTER 1: THE NEWS
Voldemort was happy. He was very happy indeed.
"She's of age; she will get the power soon!" he shrieked with excitement.
"Lucius!" Voldemort called.
"Yes, my lord?" Lucius asked, bowing his head low enough to kiss the hem of his master's robe.
"We must call her, it is time," he commanded.
"Yes my lord I will inform her parents immediately."
"You may go Lucius" Voldemort called after him in a tone almost cheerful.
Voldemort sank into his extravagant dark-green velvet chair. He would soon be reunited with his daughter again. She would be the key to ending the Great War. With her on the dark side, they would be unstoppable.
'Hmmmmm' he thought. 'But how will I get her to come willingly?'
*****
It was a few days before Hermione Jane Granger would begin her final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had many things to do today to prepare for her trip, and was so excited that she leaped out of her bed and ran to her bathroom. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was very unhappy with the way she looked. She still had the frizzy hair that no one could tame, buck teeth similar to that of a beaver, and clothing that was way too big for her, and hid her slender shape.
"Hermione, honey, could you come downstairs please?" Her mom called in an unusually cautious tone.
"Ya mum, just a second!" she hollered downstairs. She pulled up her hair in a quick messy frizz bun, and ran down the stairs. Her parents were sitting at the kitchen table with an odd expression on their faces.
"What's wrong?" asked Hermione a little worried.
"Take a seat honey we want to tell you something" her father said shakily, pointing to the chair across from them. She did as he asked. He opened his mouth to say more, but hesitated and stopped completely. Then her mother stepped in.
"Darling, I know that this is going to be very hard to hear, but just let us explain before you ask questions"
"Ok, that's enough" Hermione said with a giggle. "Who died" she said in between snorts. Her mom and dad went silent. They looked like they were on the verge of tears.
"Hun, this is something serious" she looked at her husband nervously. Her Mom took a deep breath. "We aren't your real parents..."
Hermione sat there in silence like she had promised, but with a look of unbelievance on her face. Her parents regretfully continued.
"You are the daughter of Tom Riddle. We adopted you when you were two" Hermione's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head.
"ARE YOU INSANE? THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE!" she shrieked. She flung her head against her crossed elbows lying on the table and sobbed against her arms.
"Honey please just let us finish!" her father said.
"Besides I'm a GRYFFINDOR!!!" She muffled into her arms.
I'm loyal…a-and true… and c-care about w-what is… right!"
She sobbed, tears burning her puffy red cheeks.
"It's going ok hun," Her father replied calmly.
"Ok…Breath… honey, breath." Her mother coached, stroking her hair which had fallen out of her bun from across the table. At this point Hermione had started hiccupping hysterically, and had her face and table completely soaked. "You don't understand... you d-dont... know-" her mother gently cut her off.
"We do know, honey. We know about everything." her mother whispered rubbing her back. Hermione nodded and sat in silence with her parents letting her tears fall.
"There is one perk about being Voldemort's daughter. Well as you already know, you are the brightest witch of your age. But that is not all you can do." Her mother said as Hermione lifted her head and stared at her mother with a hurt expression in her honey brown eyes.
"You also have the ability to do other things."
"Like what?" Hermione hiccupped curiously. The thought briefly distracted her mind from strangling her parents.
"Well, we are not quite sure right now, but when we last met with Tom around five years ago, he said that you would develop powers around this time that no one else could match. He also predicted that you could do things that were rare or had never been done before. That is all we know."
Hermione seemed to have found a very interesting tile on the kitchen floor, because she stared at it hypnoticly. She did not look up at her mother or father for the next few minutes. They sat in silence.
"So are you saying that I have some kind of untapped power?" Hermione finally asked the redness in her eyes almost gone.
"We think so," her mother replied with a sigh.
"We are so sorry that we could not tell you this before, but we had to keep it a secret." Her father replied.
"It's alright dad" Hermione said. Lying to him through clenched teeth, and faking a smile.
"I do have one question though," Hermione asked timidly. "If Voldemort's my dad, then who is my real mum?"
"We don't know. But I think Tom will want to meet with you soon, and you can ask him all the questions you have," her mother said.
Hermione had nothing to say to that. She needed to think everything out. She needed to digest this all. OH MY GOD WHAT ABOUT RON AND HARRY!
"Mum, dad,' that sounds so strange now." can I go up to my room? I need some time to think this all over." She said.
"Alright" her mom replied getting up from her chair and walking Hermione out. Her father put an arm around Hermione's shoulder. Strangely enough this hardly comforted her.
"If you need to talk sweetheart, we will always be here." He said with a small smile. He hesitantly kissed her forehead, and she headed up to her room for some alone time.
*****
"AHHHH" she screamed into her pillow. 'What should I do?' She thought. I need to write some very long letters to Harry, Ron, and Ginny. 'Should I tell Dumbledore? Should I meet Voldemort? Should I get re-sorted into a different house? WHAT SHOULD I DO?'
Hermione was having a major panic attack. So she decided to take a nap and think about it later on tonight.
*****
RRRING!
RRRING!
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Hermione slammed her arm against the alarm clock, violently knocking it to the ground. She let out a long groan, stretched her arms out and gave out a large yawn. She picked the clock up from the wood flooring and glanced at the time. It's already 5:00! Hermione threw on some clothes and ran downstairs. After thinking for a while, Hermione decided that she needed to do some shopping before Hogwarts.
She ran down stairs, grabbed her purse and birthday money, and headed to the muggle shopping center….
*authors note: do you like it? If you don't I would really like the advice, and if you do just leave a comment. =) I will try to get the next chapter up by tomorrow so wish me luck. And if you want me to add stuff, just let me know! THANKS! –Slitherinlove
(Also I just had a snow day!!!! So I'll get the next chapter up tonight)
Luv always,
slitherinlove