Hey guys, this is a new story I'm writing. It's going to be a Severus/Hermione fanfic even though it may not seem that way at first. This is just a summary/prologue chapter to kind of introduce things. The following chapters will be longer.
This story will include cheating and graphic language and scenes so if that makes you uncomfortable this is probably not the story for you. I will be working on updating weekly so that means next Thursday there should be another chapter. However, if I get them done before that, i will update before a weeks time.
I hope you like it. And i don't own Harry Potter. Sadly.
Prologue:
The war was over, Harry had defeated Voldemort and everything was normal in the wizarding world once more. Or at least everything was normal for everyone except Hermione. As soon as the war was won, she had jumped on a plane to Australia to give her parents their memory back, but when she gotten there she'd found that not only had they died in a car accident, all of there belongings were in a storage unit a couple miles from their, or what use to be theirs, house.
And so Hermione had spent countless hours going through all their things, throwing a majority of their belongings out. She had kept a few baubles that had meant a lot to her, but for the most part, everything in the boxes she was sorting through brought back bad memories for her. When she got to the box with her father's paperwork in it, was when she life went topsy turvy.
Hermione had never seen her birth certificate before, but she always knew what is would have said. Hermione Jean Granger born to parents Jean Granger and David Granger. But when Hermione had pulled her birth certificate out of the mountain of papers she was wading through, the names on it brought her up short. For it didn't say Hermione Jean Granger. No, it said, Hermione Lyra Black. And the parents listed weren't the people who had raised Hermione, Jean Granger and David Granger, but in their place, were Ellamae Cora Langston and Sirius Orion Black.
Hermione had dropped the paper like it electrocuted her, and stumbled backward into a pile of junk she had sorted earlier. That paper had to be a forgery. There was no way she was related to Sirius, she didn't even look like him. And she had never heard this Ellamae woman before. If she had indeed carried Sirius's child, she would have thought that he would have at least mentioned her at some point. And if she was in fact Sirius's kid, wouldn't he know. Wouldn't he have tried to take care of her, or at least said something when they first met. Nothing made sense to Hermione anymore.
