Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, though I have wished it on many shooting stars. Please review, I really don't care what you write in it. I also want to thank my good friend Nymphadora Tonks-Weasley for letting me adopt this story. Hopefully you will like what i do with it!

Hermione Granger was eating an early breakfast in her small home in England. Her father, a vey fine dentist as well as her mother, was avoiding his daughter's gaze. Jane Granger, along with her husband Robert, just ate in silence as their daughter tried to figure out the reason for their unusual behaviour.

"Okay, what is going on?" Hermione said, setting her spoon back into her cereal bowl. "You two have been acting strange since we recieved the owl yesterday afternoon. What was in the letter?"

"Oh, have you packed all of your things dear?" Jane said, obviously trying to avoid the question.

"Mom!"

"Uh, I...Oh would you look at that, I just remembered about the laundry," Jane said in a hurry.

"Mom, I finished the laundry yesterday, around the time that the letter arrived. Remember?" Hermione said, shooting her parents a suspicious glance. "I am not leaving for the train until you tell me why you are acting like this."

Jane looked uncomfortable under her daughter's watchful eyes. She turned to find her husband just as uncomfortable as she. Clearing her throat she looked to meet the brown eyes of Hermione.

"Hermione, haven't you always wondered why you are the only one in the whole Granger and River family?"

"I am known as a muggle-born. It is not unusual, but yes, I do wonder why. Why do you ask?" Hermione said.

"Because you weren't born in this family," Robert said. "You're mother, ever since she was in her twenties, wasn't able to conceive a child."

"Then I am a miracle child?" Hermione questioned confused.

"No, Hermione, sweet heart," Jane said, tearing up. "We adopted you when you were only two years old."

The kitchen was once again filled with silence. Hermione's eyes were wide and unbelieving to what she had just heard.

"I'm adopted?" Hermione managed to say with out her voice cracking.

"Yes," Robert said. "If you wish to know more, you should ask your Headmaster, he knows more than we do."

Robert stood up and began taking his, his wife's, and Hermione's dishes to the sink.

"I'll go put the stuff in the car."

And he left, bringing Hermione's suitcases with him.

"I'm going to grab my purse. I will see you in the car."

And Jane Granger hurriedly escaped into the hall, grabbed her purse, and headed outside to the car. Tears threatened to spill from her blue eyes.

As Hermione gathered her thoughts she still couldn't believe she was adopted. Sure, she looked like no one in her family. And while her parents had brown hair, she had more of a reddish brown colored hair. And while her mother's eyes were blue, her father's eyes green, and her's being brown. Slowly, she got up, put on her coat and exited the house as well. Without saying anything, she went into the back seat and looked out the window.

Robert and Jane, as well as Hermione, rode in silence. When they arrived to the train station, Hermione grabbed a luggage cart and helped her parents load her stuff onto it. Just before she went to go onto Platform 9 and 3/4 she surprised them both by giving htem a hug.

"No matter what, I still think of you both as my parents. I may, however, need more time to think this over."

"We understand dear," Jane said, happy that Hermione hadn't turn to hate them.

"I'm guessing you want to know who you're parents were," Robert said.

"If you know," Hermione said quietly, she had about ten minutes until the train left.

"Let's just say this, since we aren't allowed to tell you," Jane said. "You've already met your cousin."

"Hurry, before the train leaves," Robert said.

"Bye."

Robert and Jane watched as Hermione disappeared trhough the barrier and onto the other side.

"Albus will have been notified of her knowing," Robert said, then he turned to his wife. "At least she found out from us and not from someone else this year."

"I guess," Jane said, her tears staining her cheeks.

On the other side of the barrier, Hermione hurriedly put her luggage onto the train, with the help of her two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. With the events from this morning mixing up her thoughts, Hermione forgot all about the weird dream she had. But before she went onto the train, she gave one last glance at the barrier.

"Hermione? The train is baout to leave," Harry said.

"Coming."

With one last look she climbed in and followed the dark haired boy into their compartment. She was ready to start her third year at Hogwarts, but first, she needed to speak with Dumbledore, maybe he would be able to answer her many questions. Looking at her friends, Hermione's gaze lingered on Harry, why does she feel as if he holds the answers to her questions? Clearing her brain of the thoughts she watched disgusted as Ron began to devour the chocolate frogs.

"Ronald, stop eating like a pig!" Yes, no matter what comes her way, she will remain as Hermione.