For those of you who followed this story I'm keeping the same basic line just changing the chapters a bit and making it seem a bit more understanding.

'Dear Hermione,

Hello, my name is Fiona Manson. When I was still a student at Hogwarts I was impregnated with a child who I knew it would be impossible for me to take care of when I still had a year of school left. I bore the child then pet her up for adoption, but not before naming her. I understand your name is Hermione Lynn Granger, I don't like being the bearer of bad news but your real name is Hermione Lynn Manson. I am your birth mother, and I did marry your birth dad. We now wish to have you stay at our house with us and become part of our family. We will understand if you wish to stay with they family you have grown up with, but trust me when I say we would really love to have you back in our life. This time for good if I must add, I along with Narissa Malfoy will be coming to your home tomorrow around five fifteen. You can tell me then if you wish to come live with me and your father Damien, or remain at the Grangers house hold as their daughter.

Sincerely,

Fiona Manson'

Hermione Granger sat there staring at the letter her real birth mother sent her only moments ago with a very gorgeous Carmel brown eagle. She understood to a certain point why she was put up for adoption. The only thing she was having trouble understanding is how they had kept tabs on her after all these years and why now out of the blue they wish to have her home. She read it once, twice and for a third time.

She wondered what year her mother had been in when she got pregnant with her. Was it her last year or did she still have a year to go? Then the fact that they were in close relations to the Malfoy family sent chills down her spine. If she were to move back with her birth parents would they force Malfoy on to her? Or would there still be the venom between the two. And if she were to stay with the Grangers, would Malfoy know of who she really was or would he continue to think that she was still of muggle born parents.

So many questions she wished to have answered were going threw her head so she started at the simplest.

"Why didn't you ever tell me that I was adopted?" she asked with a hit of confusion.

"We thought we were doing what was best for you. Never did we think that your real parents would come back around asking you to move back with them." Her father tried to explain in a simple way.

"You could have told me I was adopted and then I wouldn't have been taunted for all these years. Think how hard my life has been." She said with frustration.

"Hermione dear we didn't really think about how it affected you. We are truthfully sorry and I don't blame you if you wish to go back to your birth parents. Her mum and dad turned their heads down as if terribly ashamed of how they had left her to fend for her self for all the years when if they would have told her things would have been a tab bit easier for her.

"Well of course I-." Hermione said looking at them they both looked up with a confused look. "I'm going to go." She said with a look of assurance on her face.

"We thought you would. Do you want us to go with you?" Her mum said to her.

"No, mum, I think it would be better to go alone. I promise I'll write you when I get there, ok?" Hermione said and smiled a bit. "And at all the holidays I will write to you saying hello and telling you how my life's going, I may not see you as much but your still part of my family." She told them

"Hermione dear, we'll miss you." Her dad said and stood up to hug her. "Have fun and don't forget us." How could she forget them? She had been raised by them for the past 15 years. She now began to think of all the sings of her being adopted. Like how she was the only one out of her whole family who was a witch… Sure some family's witches were born into without a single parent with it but there were probably traces of it somewhere in there family line, but the grangers had no sings anywhere in the blood line. Not only that but how she was only the smartest witch to walk the halls since Lord Voltemort him self walked down the same halls.

Hermione ran up to her room and sat down at her desk getting ready to write two letters, one to Harry, one to Ron. She got two pieces of parchment, a quill and a bottle of ink and began to write to Harry.

Dear Harry,

I have some great news, don't forget with good news comes some bad. Malfoy won't be able to make fun of me much longer. I got a letter from…My real parents. Who happen to be the second richest purebloods known, The Manson's. Isn't that great? Ok bad news. In Hogwarts: A History, it states that if you are to change your last name that you have to put the damn sorting hat on your head once again to see if you change. It says on most re-sorts that you stay in the same house but there are times that you don't. Let's just hope that I get to stay in Gryffindor. Also I'm going to be living next to Malfoy. My parents and his parents are best friends. That's just great don't you think? Ha, ha, NOT Well I have to write to Ron and then get ready to be picked up in about twelve hours. Ekk and I still need to pack. My moms Fiona, Malfoy's mom Narissa are picking me up.. Talk to you soon Love you Harry Write me back soon

Hermione Manson.

Then she started on her letter to Ron.

Dear Ron,

I have some great news, don't forget with good news comes some bad. Malfoy won't be able to make fun of me much longer. I got a letter from…My real parents. Who happen to be the second richest purebloods known, The Manson's. Isn't that great? Ok bad news. In Hogwarts: A History, it states that if you are to change your last name that you have to put the damn sorting hat on your head once again to see if you change. It says on most re-sorts that you stay in the same house but there are times that you don't. Let's just hope that I get to stay in Gryffindor. Also I'm going to be living next to Malfoy. My parents and his parents are best friends. That's just great don't you think? Ha, ha, NOT I have to get ready get picks up in about twelve hours. Ekk, I cant wait! My moms Fiona, Malfoy's mom Narissa are picking me up. Only Malfoy doesn't know it's me. Talk to you soon Love you Ron Write me back soon

Hermione Manson.

She knew that by the time they got it she would be with her mum and dads house… She started to wonder what her mum looked like.

She wanted to know if her looks came from her mum or dad. She hadn't changed much but the changes she did under go were huge. Her hair was still big and bushy, but her body had developed she wore a c cup bra and her stomach was very flat firm doing palliates all the time in the gym she had been going to. She had Simple but nice curves that when she put hip huggers on it hugged her just right and cause her body to get the great hour glass figure.

Then it hit her hard in the face. Was her mum and dad Death Eaters like the Malfoy's? We're they plain evil or were they like the Weasley's? If they were like the Weasley's then wouldn't that mean that her parent and the Malfoy's wouldn't get along?

She didn't want to dwell on that for to long so she pushed the feelings of dread from her mind she wanted to think of all the things that her parents could be like. Only thing she really knew they were rich, purebloods and best friends with the Malfoy's. She flopped back on to her bed.

'This is just going to be so much fun isn't it? Having to deal with ferret face everyday, but not only that, having to get used to a new family. Then there's the chance I wont be in Gryffindor with Ron, Harry and Ginny still, think how horrible it would be to be stuck with the Slytherins a house that hates me for all that I am.' She thought as she laid on her bed. She groaned and drifted off to sleep.

So what do you think? A better first chapter? I'm not even going to wait on reviews I'm going straight into the next chapters. I don't know how many I will have up by tonight so just remember the basic things I love from you guys. Reviews when you read. Flame me, love me whatever but I think my flames from the first postage of this might not be held as true now because I'm actually putting more thought into this story line. It's not my longest but I can't write page upon page on what the first chapter was about.

Candice