Before you guys begin reading this story, I have to tell you that it's a very different story. It's not the everyday drama you would see.

There are some things which I would like to point out. Firstly, Ron and Hermione have not dated in my story. Secondly, they haven't even kissed; if they did my plot would be weird and Last, Arthur was killed in the battle. ( I know :( Do not hate me.)

No new characters have been introduced in this chapter.

Sit back and enjoy the show. Please review the story for me. I need to know if I need to improve. Critisism will also be appreciated as well. Thank you for reading; I don't want you to waste any more time. Enjoy.

(Edited 26/4/2012 )

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Missing.

The Prophecy was known to be missing.

It was not misplaced. Instead, it was stolen. Nobody knows when.

It was just gone.

The last time it was seen was about 24 years ago by none other than her father. Not her muggle father, but her wizard father.

The disappearance of the prophecy was blamed on Arthur Weasley but, the man who most likely stole it would be Regulus Arcturus Black, former death eater, traitor to the dark lord, brother of Sirius black and known to be dead.

Arthur Weasley was supposed to guard the prophecy, and so he did until the day he was killed in the battle of Hogwarts.

Everybody thought that the prophecy was in no danger after the war but they were wrong. It was stolen, but not a single person knows if it was stolen before or after his death. The secret died with him.

Arthur Weasley lived a very interesting life. He always wanted to tell her, his daughter, the truth but, unfortunately he died just before he had gathered enough courage to tell her.

She was never meant to be given to a muggle family but her parents had no choice. They were terrified. They were scared. They only wanted to protect their family which already consisted of five other children. They also wanted to protect her. Besides, nobody would know, she wasn't a red-head anyway.

All those years of being called a Muggle born and being teased all the time were unnecessary because she always had magical blood. She had been a pure blood all along and she did not even know.

Yes, she was not originally a Granger; she was and is a Weasley. She always will be but she doesn't know that. She doesn't know that just as yet.

After the battle, Molly thought it was best if she told her children. She told all of her children, all except one. She never really gathered enough courage to tell her.

Nobody had the courage to give her, her real identity.

Her name is Hermione Weasley, not Hermione Granger.

"Gabrielle, will you marry me?"

Ron removed the ring from the red velvet box as he looked into Gabrielle s honey brown eyes fill with tears. The ring had a gold belt and a big red ruby in the form of a heart in the centre. He knew that Gabrielle's favourite stone was ruby. He knew her too well.

He inhaled deeply, waiting for an answer not shifting his gaze from her for even a second as he observed her every movement. This was it.

Gabrielle closed her eyes absorbing the truth. This was real. He just asked her to be his, forever.

"Love, would you like to marry me?" he repeated, this time fear and hope shown in his eyes. Not only did he want her, he needed her.

She couldn't speak. For her, this was a fantasy. She had always dreamt of the day Ron Weasley would ask her to be Gabrielle Weasley and be part of his family like her sister was. She was ecstatic. She shifted her gaze from the ground towards Ron's eyes as she nodded, this time a smile forming on her face. This was a dream come true.

Ron recognized all her emotions. He knew her too well.

Ron was relieved as he smiled at her with tears in his eyes. Finally she would be his.

He proceeded to put the ring on her finger when he saw her and panicked. Gabrielle s face had disappeared and now it was Hermione who in front of him. Her face was haunting him. He saw Hermione with red hair and she was looking at him with disgust.

He put the ring back in the box and before he could look at her face again, he heard somebody yell.

Ron woke up sweating and panting furiously. He had kept the secret from her for too long. He wanted to tell Hermione but he had no courage to tell her, just like his parents. The only person that kept him stable through all this was Gabrielle.

Gabrielle Delacour, Fleur Weasley's little sister had fallen in love with Ron Weasley a year after her sister's marriage. She would hang around the shell cottage and the Burrow very often which gave her the opportunity to speak to Ron frequently. She was extraordinarily smart, tremendously witty, and exceedingly funny and she loved Ron more than any other woman on the planet and Ron loved her back the same way.

Ron had the courage to talk to her alone one day. That day, he had succeeded in getting a date with her.

They dated for about 5 years straight and ever since January 21st Ron has been roaming around with a ring in his pocket, hoping he would finally have the courage to propose to her.

He walked over to the loo where he washed his face and glanced at himself in the mirror. He couldn't take in anymore. These dreams were making him feel like a coward. He had to tell Hermione so that he could propose to Gabrielle in peace. If he told her, nothing would stop him from proposing to her anymore.

He had waited too long for this. He was going to give Hermione her real identity and nothing was going to stop him this time.

Hermione,

Meet me in the usual hang out at 10. It's urgent.

Ron

He scribbled that on a sheet of paper and he watched his owl fly out of the window into the night sky. Surprisingly, there were no stars today. Tonight would be a glum night.

He was just going to get a glass of water when he heard another yell from downstairs and this time it was not in his dreams.

*Seven years ago*

Just a few days ago, before the battle, Molly and Arthur were having a heated conversation

"Molly, dear, it's been 17 years. I know how you feel but we can't keep this from our own da-"

Arthur Weasley was just interrupted by Molly Weasley who was frustrated. "I don't know what to do Arthur! She'll never believe us."

"Molly we must tell her even if she doesn't believe us! We can't keep arguing about this every night. We have to tell the other kids as well; in fact they deserve to know. They have every right to know. Molly, she has every right to know and besides, she's a grown teenager. She will understand. Trust me."

"And what about her love for Ron, her love for this family? What if it all fades away?" Molly sobbed.

"She will understand. She will be upset at first but she will understand. We can't keep acting so strange around her, she's bound to know something is wrong."

Molly was devastated. "I'm such a bad mother."

"Calm Down. We have to tell her. Not only are we going to tell her about our little secret, we have to tell her about the prophecy too. She deserves to know."

"We'll tell her in due time." Molly ended the conversation and she went inside the kitchen.

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"Ginny? What's wrong? Were you the one who screamed?" Ron asked as he watched his little sister stare out the window.

He got no reply. It was as though Ginny was a statue standing in the middle of the room. She looked so pale.

"Ginny! Answer me right now!" Ron was worried now; he had never seen his sister like this before.

No reply again.

Ron walked towards Ginny, held her by her shoulders and turned her around to see that she was crying her eyes out and that she was holding two sheets of paper.

"What is that?" Ron asked pointing to the sheets of paper.

Ginny couldn't stand it anymore; she couldn't hold back her tears. She started crying loudly, she started crying like there was no tomorrow. Ron couldn't see her like this. What was the cause of her crying like that in the middle of the night?

Ron reached out for the letter and he began reading it. At the same time, he was holding onto Ginny to give her support.

Ronald and Ginerva Weasley,

9.45 pm.

Molly Weasley was found dead tonight at 9.45 pm. Cause of death has not been identified yet. She was on her way back home from work when she was found dead by none other than a ministry worker who was visiting 's. We are very sorry for your loss.

Attached to this letter is Molly Weasley's will.

-St. Mungo's.

"No, this can't be."

He felt numb. There was a sinking feeling inside of him. Maybe he was dreaming again. He pinched himself but sadly, he was awake. Was this a joke?

Tears were pouring out of his eyes like a waterfall. No, not his mother! There must be a mistake! The only parent he had was now dead. This was not fair! Why do things like this happen to them? He turned the sheet over to read his mother's will. It was indeed her will as he recognised her handwriting.

I, Molly Weasley, pure blood, do hereby revoke all Wills made by me and hereby make, publish and declare this my Last will and Testament in the form and manner as follows:

Article 1:

I revoke all prior will and codicils.

I am a widow, married to Arthur Weasley in my past.

I have 7 living children. One of them lives no more. All the references in my will be for my "child" or my "children."

Article 2:

I give my property to the following persons:

All to my children, equally.

Article 3:

I hereby declare all my money in Gringotts vault 777 to go to my children, equally.

Article 4:

This Will is to be delivered to all my children.

Charlie Weasley.

William (bill) Weasley.

Percy Weasley.

George Weasley.

(Fred Weasley)

Ronald Weasley.

Hermione Weasley.

Ginevra Weasley.

Ron looked over the will again when he noticed that the will would have reached Hermione as well and she wouldn't take it too well. She couldn't find out like this.

Ron had to show her the letter his mother gave to him. The memories of his mother would forever stay in his heart. He was still crying furiously. Ron would not let his mother's death go un-noticed. He would find out who was behind it and when he did, he would not spare that person.

Ron wiped the tears from his cheeks as he proceeded to give Ginny a hug.

"Be strong! Everything will be fine," Ron said to Ginny before he left to meet Hermione.

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Ron asked Hermione to meet him by the river at ten. He sent her an owl fifteen minutes ago and he mentioned that it was urgent.

When Hermione read the letter she rushed to find out what was wrong, she didn't even bother reading the second letter that came in later. She would do anything for Ron, Harry and Ginny. She wouldn't even mind jumping off a cliff for them.

Ron saw her as he made his way towards her. This was it, truth would be revealed. Tonight, there were going to be tears of sorrow and tears of anger.

Ron had just met her, he didn't even say hello when, "Hey! Thought we would find you here." yelled Harry.

The black lake was a little hang out Ron, Harry and Hermione discovered after the battle. It was close to all their apartments and it was peaceful here. It was surrounded on all four sides by bushed so nobody would spot them when they talk or even do magic. It was away from the busy streets so it would calm all of them down on busy days. This hang out was flawless.

Ron and Hermione were both taken aback at the presence of Harry.

"Harry?" Ron managed to say after what seemed like an eternity.

"I went to your room and I noticed you left, thought I'd find you here," Harry said smiling at his best friend.

"Anyways, there is something I've got to tell you Hermione." Ron blurted out moving his gaze from Harry to Hermione, pacing through his words.

"What is it Ron?" Hermione sounded insecure when she said that.

"It is a very long story. It's all in this letter. My parents wrote it seven years ago," this was it. Ron handed Hermione the letter.

Hermione dear,

Please read each and every word carefully. It may sound crazy but it is the truth, we would never lie to you.

We had eight kids not seven.

We had two daughters not one.

"19th September, birth of our very first daughter."

It will take you ages to believe this Hermione, but you are the eighth child. You are Hermione Weasley not Hermione Granger. I gave birth to you 24 years ago and we have all the proof needed to prove to you that you are our daughter. Just to 's and you will find everything you need. I don't know how to tell you this but you were always Hermione Weasley.

Hermione, before you jump to conclusions, we would like you to know that we love you with all our hearts and that we gave you away for your own safety and because of a prophecy. We thought that giving you away would keep you safe and you wouldn't come across any Dark wizard, but we were completely wrong. You did defeat Lord Voldemort, alongside Harry that is. We are extremely sorry.

Oh right, The prophecy of course is something new to you and I'm very sure that now that you are reading this letter, you are in no more danger and that you do not need to know about the prophecy.

It's not that we never loved you, we always loved you and the day we spotted you at King's cross, we knew that truth had to be revealed some day but I'm afraid to say that today we are not here in person to tell you. Instead, please take this letter as an apology for the delay and try to understand.

Forgive us.

Love,

Mom and Dad

(Molly and Arthur)

Hermione took time to absorb the information she was just given. She was not going to freak out. Calmly she turned to Ron, "You knew all along?"

"Not really, I found out five years ago," Ron replied as though he was ashamed of what just happened. He knew he should have told her before. She would never trust him again.

Hermione was speechless. How could no one tell her before? This was insane. It felt like there was a black hole where her heart should be. Was this some kind of joke? "What? Huh? WHAT? I could have died in the battle and you decide to tell me now? It took five years for you to gather enough courage to tell me? What do you think I am?" she was furious.

Ron knew this was coming and he was absolutely prepared for it. Without further distractions she started speaking. "Hey calm down. My mother told me the whole story and I found out only five years ago. It all started one night when Dad returned home from work."

(Flashback)

"Molly? Dear are you alright? How's our baby girl doing?"

A very young-looking Arthur walked in on his beautiful wife taking care of an infant.

"She's doing just fine. I just put her to sleep a while ago. It's not easy putting a baby to sleep with Fred and George around now is it?" said Molly smiling at her husband.

Arthur walked up to little Hermione who was sleeping in her cradle and kissed her on her little forehead.

"She's an angel. If only she got read hair like ours, thanks to your family genes." He whispered as little Hermione was snoozing.

"She's beautiful in her own way but, Arthur, what are these?" Molly picked up a whole bunch of paper and scanned them through as she became worried.

Arthur decided not to speak. He had cried all afternoon because of this.

"Arthur Weasley! You better tell me what these are this moment!" Molly said gesturing to the bunch of sheets in her hand.

"Molly, I need you to sit down and listen. This is no joke." He was very seriously.

Molly seated herself on an old sofa. The fabric looked like it hadn't been replaced for over 10 years.

"Honey, it's about a prophecy. The ministry found out that you gave birth to a girl this morning and they looked terrified. They told me the prophecy is coming true. I was baffled but I listened to them anyway. They said that they would tell me about the prophecy and show me for proof."

"Continue" was all that came out of Molly's mouth.

"The prophecy stated that the first, Girl born Weasley will be involved in a battle with a dark wizard and they suspect that the dark lord is involved."

"NO!" yelled Molly waking baby Hermione up. Surprisingly, baby Hermione was not crying. She got up and picked up her baby possessively and started crying, Arthur standing with his arms around her.

"Go on." Hermione inquired tears forming in her eyes.

"The next day they decided that it would be best if we gave you away to the muggle world so that you were safe from the dark lord." Ron replied.

"So I wouldn't know about magic." Hermione finished. Tears trickled down her soft cheeks. She paused and then spoke again, "Did the 'Grangers' know?"

"No" Ron added.

"I believe you but, why did you tell me after all this time?" Hermione questioned again being the kind of person she is.

"Voldemort is dead. You are in no more danger. Mom told me she wanted to tell you herself but she passed away tonight." Ron began, "I thought it would be safe to tell you now."

"She passed away?" Hermione and Harry asked together

"Yeah," Ron replied as tears started to form in his eyes.

"Sorry Ron." Hermione said.

"She was your mother too you know," Ron replied patting her on her back and wiping the tears that had formed in her eyes.

Harry was speechless. Mrs. Weasley had given him a reason to be happy in his childhood; she had treated him like her own son. He felt like he lost his parents all over again. She had given him another home. She would always stay in his heart.

There was utter silence for a moment. Ron was crying. Hermione was crying and even Harry was crying. It was a game of tears. All this crying had made Harry forget what he was here for.

The sky was very lonely; there was no sign of even one cloud. There were no starts to be seen as well. Such a sad day it was indeed.

"Welcome to the family." Ron managed to say. "You're welcome to move in with us if you like."

Hermione still had so many questions in her mind but one thing she knew for sure was that she would never be able to forgive her 'parents' for not telling her but she did love them and she would definitely not move in with the Weasleys. Not now at least.

Did she believe this?

She trusted the Weasleys with her life, of course she believed this.

She looked at her 'brother' with tears in her eyes.

She was 'home' since she was eleven; it's just that she didn't know that that was her real home. She felt like the world had fallen down on her all at once when she realised that her Harry was standing beside her.

"That's all." said Ron as tears made their way from his eyes. He looked very pale. He looked petrified. He felt sad for her and his whole family. How would he survive without his mother?

"Alright," sobbed Hermione as she pulled him and Harry into a tight embrace. They all needed it. That's what best friends are for right?

Ron broke away. "Goodbye Hermione. I need to go see the others now. You'll be fine, trust me. Pretend as though you knew all along." There was silence and then with a flick of his wand, Ron had left to see the other members of his family. To make sure they were okay.

Ron had left Hermione and Harry standing there.

"Bye Hermione. I need to sort things out." Harry kissed her on her forehead and he left as well.

Hermione was left there standing, all alone in her time of need. The feeling inside her was worse than the feeling a person would get if he was surrounded by a billion dementors. In fact, she would rather be kissed by a dementor than face life after what she just heard.

She was living a lie all along.
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