First of all J.K ownes HP and all of that Jazz.

I'm a new writer, so have patience with me, I will appreciate all constructive criticism and would enjoy if you shared your opinions and views with me.

here we go

Chapter one: The Truth

Hermione woke up to a dark and cold room. She looked around, usually her room was lighter and definately warmer. She slid her feet off the side of the bed, into her slippers and looked around.

"What's going on!" She demanded to anyone who would answer.

Slowly, a figure emerged from the darkness. He was tall and was completely covered by a cloak.

"Who...who are you?" She said, scared out of her wits.

"Don't be scared my dear, I'm not going to hurt you." The quiet, icy voice told her.

"What do you want with me?" She said, regaining some of her Gryfindor courage.

"I want to tell you a secret."

"What? What do you want to tell me!" She yelled, because the figure was slowly starting to fade and flicker.

"Ask you parents first. Where did you really come from Hermione? Where were you born?" Then he was gone, he disappeared.

Hermione glanced at her clock, it was 4:19 a.m. time to go back to sleep. She would deal with this in the morning.

She fell into a fitful sleep dreaming of the encounter with the strange, dark being. When she woke up at 6:30, she ran downstairs. Her parents had to work at 7:30 and she wanted to talk to them before they left.

"Mom, dad." She called as she ran down the stairs.

"What would you like dear?" Her father asked from behind the morning paper.j

"Where did I come from? Where was I born?"

Her mother froze while flipping a pancake and it fell to the floor with a 'slap' and her father froze with his cup of coffee half way to his mouth. They looked at each other with solemn glances, nodded and sat beside each other.

"Hermione, we're sorry we didn't tell you earlier..." Her mother began.

"What do you mean?" She asked, perplexed by the apparent severity of the moment.

"Honey, your adopted."

Hermione was in her room gathering her things. She was adopted. How could they not tell her? How could they not let her know that they weren't her parents. She had decided she had to get away. To go somewhere, to think, to research, to find her true parents.

"Hermione, don't go." Her crying 'mother' begged from the doorway.

"How could you not tell me! How could you let me live a lie!" Hermione demanded, fully in tears and mad at her supposed parents.

"We didn't want this to happen, we didn't want you to leave us." Her mother sobbed from the doorway.

"I don't want to hear it Doreen." And she apparated away, to the leaky culdron.

Doreen broke down completely, she had called her by her name, Hermione didn't want her any more.

At the Leaky culdron Hermione got herself a room and stayed there all day. She didn't unpack, she just sat on her bed and stared out the window.

"What do you want?" She asked the familiar cloaked being who had appeared behind her.

"I'm so sorry my dear, but you had to know, I had to let you find out."

"No, it's not your fault, they should have told me, they should have let me know." She told the figure "They shouldn't have lied to me!" Hermione screamed. "Who are you?" she asked quietly.

"I can't tell you, all I can say, is I know who your parents are."

Hermione spun around quickly to face the person behind her. Just as she had spun around the figure faded away again, but this time, it was replaced by another figure, but this time there was a popping sound, so Hermione knew that this wasn't just some magic trick, this person was really right infront of her, that they had apparated.

She sat staring into the face of Voldemort.