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"Ms. Granger." Professor Snape drawled walking towards her desk.
"Yes Professor?" Hermione answered her hands folded neatly over her work from the day.
"Did you not understand the assignment?" He drummed his fingers on her desk. Hermione shook her head no. "If you understand then please enlighten me as to why you have not completed the entire task."
"I've completed the potion." She motioned to the bright purple liquid in the vails to her side next to the rolled up piece of parchment.
"For an insufferable know it all you have it wrong." He sneered. "You are to place a drop of your blood in the potion turning it light blue and then pouring it over the parchment."
Hermione nodded, aware that students in the classroom had hushed down to hear their conversation. "The potion is completed perfectly up to that step," Hermione assured him. "You can check with your blood if you would like."
"The assignment is to find your family tree, Ms. Granger. I know my family tree. Now you can complete the task, or you will receive an incomplete for the day.
Hermione swallowed thickly and whispered. "I will take the incomplete sir." Ignoring the gasps from around the room.
"Hermione!" Ron yelled. "No she doesn't, Just finish the assignment!"
Hermione shook her head. "I would prefer not to."
"What's the matter, Granger?" Draco smirked. "Afraid for the class to see your inferior bloodline."
"Shut it Malfoy!" Harry yelled across the room, then turned back to Hermione. "Just finish the assignment, it's only a bit of blood."
"I can't do that Harry," Hermione said and turned back to Professor Snape. "If you have to give me an incomplete I understand." She said starting to pack her things.
"Hermione what's the big deal," Ron stressed. "Everyone knows you're muggleborn, no one who matters cares."
"It's not the simple Ron, it's…. I'm…It's just complicated." She hissed at him missing Professor Snape's eyes widened for a fraction of a second.
"Ms. Granger?" He drawled bringing her attention back him, and she knew as she looked into his eyes, that he knew her reason why. "Are you adopted?"
"What?" Ron said. "Of course she's no-"
"Yes…" She whispered before straighten her back "And I would prefer not to know who my birth parents are." She felt the eyes of the entire classroom on her, and she knew by the end of the day most of the Wizarding World would know the Golden Girl was adopted. A fact she worked so hard to hide.
"Very well," Professor Snape said after a moment. "I will respect your wishes to remain ignorant of your origin. I will complete the potion with my blood if it works you will receive a passing grade. You may go." He picked up her parchment and potion and headed towards his desk.
"Thank you, sir." She tossed her last notebook in her bag and hightailed it out of potion room. She knew as soon as the class was over Ron and Harry would come looking for her and she was not ready for this conversation.
Later she found herself relaxing in the Head Common Room as Ron and Harry burst through.
"YOU'RE ADOPTED?" Ron Yelled stomping into her common room.
"Hello to you too Ron." Hermione signed placing her book on the side table.
"You're Adopted." He repeated dropping his school bag on her floor and dropped on to her couch "Why have you never told us?"
Hermione closed her eyes and took a breath. "It's not something I like to talk about Ron." She explained.
"Why?" Harry asked. "We're your best friends, why would you keep this from us. We wouldn't judge you for being adopted."
"Yea, and you might not be even muggle-born?" Ron said.
"There's Nothing Wrong with being Muggle-Born!" Hermione half yelled half hissed at him. "I didn't tell you because-" she sighed. "-it wasn't a nice adoption!"
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Granger?" Draco asked walking into the common room, Blaise, Theo, and Pansy following behind him. "What do you mean?" They walked over to the couches dropping their school bags and sitting down themselves.
"Go away Malfoy we are trying to have a private conversation," Ron growled to which Draco scoffed.
"You are in my common room Weasel; I belong here more than you boy wonder." He sneered at them. "So Granger you have two choices because I'm not leaving this room to appease you. You can stay here and tell us all or you two can go up to your room."
"Why are you such a prat?" Harry insisted.
Draco shrugged. "Again, you are in my common room; you are the last person to ask me to leave."
"Guys" Hermione stood not in the mood for a shouting match. "Let's just go up to my room." She said heading up the step Harry and Ron headed up after her.
She closed the door behind them, and Harry and Ron sat down in front of her bed. Hermione paced in front of them.
"Hermione stop pacing and tell us," Harry asked.
Hermione sighed and stopped in front of them. "I was adopted when I was around two years old. When my parents, the Grangers… found me."
"What do you mean found you?" Ron asked, "like at an orphanage or something?"
"No," She shook her head. Telling them was tougher than she thought it would be. "More like found me on the side of the road." She whispered looking down not wanting to see looks of pity cross their faces. She was Hermione Granger, and she refused to see pity from her two closet friends.
"Hermione… did your parents abandon you?" Harry asked.
She shrugged. "Probably, when the Grangers found me all of my bones were broken, and I was cover with bruises, all in different stages of healing. The doctors were surprised I survived." She sniffed. "They said I didn't speak to anyone for weeks. But my parents came every day to see me, and I guess I finally started to trust them. Once I was well enough, they adopted me."
"What happened to you?" Ron asked.
"I don't know; the police never found anything, no one ever reported me missing. No one ever looked for me." She forced out a dry laugh. "It wasn't until I got my letter and learned more about the wizarding world did it ever dawn on me that my family could be magical."
"So you don't know if you are muggleborn or not," Ron said.
"I don't care either way. But I would prefer not to know." She declared.
"But…" Ron paused to phrase his next words correctly. "It's you, why do you not know want to know. You have this drive to know anything."
"I've seen photos..." She whispered, images crossing her eyes and memories she hated surfaced. "Photos of what I looked like, of what they did to me. They meant to kill me there is no other explanation. I don't ever want to meet someone who could do that to a child. If my 'biological parents' are alive and they did that to me. I don't want to know who they are."
"But what if it wasn't them?" Harry pressed. "What if you were taken and your captors were the ones who hurt you."
"I thought about that; I did." She sighed. "I spent most of the first year looking into all disappearance of wizarding girls. I've come up with nothing. Over the years I've expanded my search, and I've found nothing, no one is missing me. Only my birth parents could have done this to me" She finished in a whisper. "So yes Ronald, there are some answers I don't need."
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