The REAL Me!
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This is my first fanfic!!! Let me know if you like it!!! R&R please!!!
Ch. 1 Just Call Me Hermione
Hello, you might know me as Hermione Granger, but the truth is that is not my name. My first name is Hermione, don't get me wrong, but I really don't have a last name. I guess you could say, that I have too many to choose from. Not many know my real name and those who do, want to keep it a secret just as much as me. Well, I think it is time for the world to know the real me.
December of 1979, is when my story begins. Lord Voldemort had been in power for a few years already. His army was getting larger. Almost daily he would gain a new follower, whether they came willingly or they were forced. Among the many forced followers, there was a young newlywed couple. A young man with long, black, greasy hair, dark eyes, a huge, crooked nose and a pair of very thin lips that would often be found holding a smile, that is until Voldemort, and a young women with long, wavy, brown hair, chocolate colored eyes and a nose and mouth perfectly sized to fit such an angelic face.
The two newlyweds had met in the library at Hogworts. She was in the back corner reading her favorite book, Hogwarts, A History, when the young man came in looking very distraught. Something had convinced her to talk to this stranger and comfort him. The two hit it off right away. At first they were just friends. They made a promise to see each other at least once a week to just hang out. They had to keep there friendship a secret you see, because her brother was James Potter, Head Boy, and her new friend was one of his enemies. But when my mother, fifth year Gryffindor Hermione Potter, fell in love with seventh year Slytherin outcast Severus Snape, she wanted to tell the whole world that she was in love and happy.
….We'll stop right there for moment. I know what you are thinking, "You're related to Harry Potter? And Snape? Does that mean that Snape and Harry are related?" To answer your first question, yes, I am related to Harry. James was my uncle, so that would make Harry my cousin, but please don't tell him, he doesn't know yet. As for your question on Snape being related to Harry, well yes, by marriage Snape is his Uncle. As for my relation to Snape, you will have to just let me finish my story. So back to it…
As you can imagine, James was extremely outraged by this situation, just like any other older brother would. He eventually got over it when the two love birds had announced there engagement. His own wife, Lilly, had played a big role in helping him to realize that his sister's happiness was more important then some childish grudge.
When Voldemort had come to power, my mother and Severus were two of the first of many to have the Imperius Curse used on them to join him. After a while, my mother couldn't take it anymore, and being the Gryffindor that she was, was going to let Voldemort know it too. That dark December night, she was beaten and raped for her behavior by Voldemort himself. Nine months later, on September 19, 1980, I was born. Severus had managed to convince the Dark Lord that I was not a result of his punishment on my mother. If it wasn't for the fact that I looked like my mother more than anyone else, Severus might not have been able to pull it off. I looked nothing like my birth father. Voldemort would probably have killed me if he found out I was his.
Voldemort ended up killing my mother when I was barely one month old. She didn't do what was asked of her. She was told to find out where her brother was. Not long after, James and Lily Potter were found, via someone else, and killed. When my birth father tried to kill my cousin, Harry, something happened and Voldemort was gone, for a while at least. I was the only part of my mother Severus had left. He loved me and raised me as if I was his own.
Being an Ex-Death Eater, Severus Snape had had a hard time trying to find a job, until Albus Dumbledore, one of the few who believed him to be innocent of joining Voldemort willingly, gave him the positions of the Potions Professor and the Head of his old house, Slytherin. So, less then a month before my 2nd birthday, Severus had sent me to live with my quote unquote Godmother Narcissa Malfoy. Severus had become friends with her right after he and my mother joined Voldemort. Narcissa, like Severus and my mother, had been forced to join the Dark Lord. Lucius Malfoy, on the other hand, joined of his own free will. He was never to know that I was not Severus's, for it would be very dangerous for me and everyone else (Narcissa and Dumbledore) who knew who I really was.
During the Holiday's, Severus had stayed at the Malfoy's with me. He would tell me stories of my mother and of the school he worked at. He never told me that I was Voldemort's daughter. I always thought that Severus was my father. I had fun living with the Malfoys. Aunt Narcissa, as I called her, would buy me almost everything I ever needed or wanted. The only time I didn't have fun, was when the Malfoy's son Draco, who was almost ten months older then me, would steal my toys just to watch me throw a fit and call me names all the time. We fought as if we were real siblings but we also were the best of friends at times.
When I was four years old, Severus's worst fear had come true. Lucius found out that I was Voldemort's daughter. Severus, with Dumbledore's permission, had altered Lucius's memory so that he would forget all about me. It was obvious that I could no longer live with the Malfoys as long as Lucius was around. Draco had promised to keep it a secret. They weren't too worried about him. They had a whole story worked out just in case. Severus had to do what he thought best and give me up for adoption until it was safe. Dumbledore had made sure that I was given to a family that understood that one day my father (Severus Snape) would come back to get me. I was given to a muggle family with the name of Granger.
At first, I would cry all the time wanting my daddy, Aunt Narcissa, or Draco. I eventually learned to call the Grangers, Mum and Dad and my memory of my life before them was slowly slipping away. I went to a muggle school and learned all the muggle traditions. Every birthday and Christmas I had received anonymous cards and presents that I found out later, were from my dad, Aunt Narcissa, and Draco. I grew up forgetting almost everything about my passed. I knew I had another family out there and I knew that they would come get me someday, but until then I was happy where I was. I lived with the Grangers until September 1, 1991 when my memory was refreshed a little and I was sent to Hogwarts, only to return to the Grangers' on Holidays.
So, my name started out Hermione, after my mother, Lillian, after my Aunt Lilly, Snape. By birth, my name was Hermione Lillian Riddle, but that had to be kept a secret. Then my name had changed to Hermione Elizabeth Granger. Dumbledore thought it best that my middle name be changed in order to keep Harry from knowing until the right time. So, like I said, you know me as Hermione Granger. That isn't my real name so just call me Hermione.
(A/N: Should I continue???) Review please!!!