Okay, now this is the ENTIRE chapter one.

DISCLAIMER - I don't own anything or anyone you reconize. Currently, I own Mr. and Mrs. Zauberei, Miss Fergeld, and the personality and first names of the Grangers.

This is for a class, so flames won't get you anywhere

If you dont like it, dont read it.

Chapter One

A couple walked into the adoption agency. The woman scowled at all the dirty children. The man was looking anxiously for a little girl. He was the one who wanted to adopt since his wife Angelica (who was nothing like an angel) was sterile.

"Angel, why don't you at least take a little interest into the child we get…she'll be your daughter as well."

Angelica scowled, "Yes, but in name only. I don't want her. She will probably be spoiled and rude." Mark muttered under his breath. "What was that, Mark?"

"I said just like you, dear." He walked off, trying to find the perfect little girl. There were many young baby girls, from mere days old to months. Some were blonde with blue eyes, and others were brunette. Some were crying, and others sleeping. He saw several who he may want to take home. Angelica told him to choose whoever he wants. Soon he found a baby girl, ten weeks old, with a good amount of curly brown hair, a small nose, and a smile that melted the heart. She didn't have a name, and all that they knew about her was that the parents dropped her off and left without a trace. He picked her up and she giggled. "Miss! I found the child I want!"

Angelica strutted over. "Finally. I have a hair appointment at two. I'll be back for dinner," and she walked out.

"Don't worry, little one, I'll take care of you. I promise." The adoption lady, Miss Fergeld, filled out the papers.

"What would you like to name her as?"

Mark thought for a moment. "Hermione Ann." Miss Fergeld filled the papers out, and handed them to him.

"Congratulations, Mr. Granger, Hermione's a beautiful young girl."

Seventeen years later

Hermione Granger, Head Girl, top of her class, was headed home for the holidays. The winter was bitter against her skin as she wrapped her scarf around her tighter, looking for her parents. When she found her mother, she was crying.

"Mum, what happened?" For the first time in her life, her mother gave Hermione a hug…not one of those for the family pictures, a real hug. Hermione was so shocked, her mother wasn't particularly mean, just really distant and cold at times.

"Your father died in a car accident last night. Died instantly, no pain they said. Come, Hermione…lets go home. There is something I need to talk to you about."

"What is it? Is it about Dad?"

"No, dear, just something we should have told you many years ago."

"Please, Mum, tell me now." Angelica led her daughter into a coffee shop on the corner.

She sighed. "Hermione, I know I haven't been the best Mum around while you were growing up. I guess I felt a little resentment towards you. You see, when you were just a few months old, your father wanted a baby so bad.. I was sterile, still am. We…adopted you."

Hermione sat there, completely stunned. Her father was dead, and her mother just told her that she was adopted. Was she really muggle-born? Would they have told her that she was adopted if her father hadn't died?

"So…who are my real parents? Do you know?" Hermione was distraught…her father had just died and now she finds out that she is adopted.

"Yes. About two years ago your father was determined to find out who they were. He was going to make contact, but he wanted to tell you first. The perfect time to tell you never came. They are the Zauberei's…they live in an estate near Birmingham."

Hermione sat there…quiet. "Are they muggles?"

"No, they are wizards. If you wish to owl them, you may. If not, you are welcome to stay with me." Angelica sounded sincere, something that Hermione was not used to from her mother…or adopted mother.

"I'll owl them. When is fathers funeral?"

"Tomorrow. It will be small, mind you. Just family."

"Okay. I'm going home…tired, you know?"

"Okay dear. I'll follow you home in a bit. I need to run some errands before I go to bed. Goodnight."

Hermione walked the half an hour back to her house. She was thinking about her life, and how in a matter of two hours it had changed beyond belief. Her father, her only true companion, was dead. Her mother told her that she was adopted and finally showed that she had a heart after years of contempt. She turned onto her street. Now she would find her real family, find out why they left her. Going into her house she ran up to her room and broke into tears. After about an hour of sobbing, she found parchment, a quill, and some ink and began writing.

Mr. and Mrs. Zauberei,

You may not know me. I am Hermione Ann Granger, 17 years old, a witch, and I was adopted. I just found that out recently. I believe that you are my parents, and was wondering if I could meet you. I await your owl.

Sincerely,

Hermione Ann Granger

P.S. – I am currently a 7th year at Hogwarts

Folding her letter, she sent it with her owl Torri. She waited…and waited…and waited…and finally the next moring, Torri arrived with a letter.

Hermione,

It is true that we put a girl into a muggle orphanage about 17 years ago. We had named her Anastasia, but the orphanage did not know that. We would like to meet you, see if you really are our Anna. We will meet you at Chipukies, the restaurant in Diagon ally. Be there at noon today.

The Zauberei's

-Dress Formally

Hermione sighed. She didn't expect to meet them so soon, and the funeral was at 4. She would have to rush. She quickly found her formal dress, a long simple black dress that rested just below her shoulders and clung to her appropriately. Heading out, she told Angelica where she was going. Angelica wasn't there, so she just left a note. Going outside, she held out her wand as the Knight Bus appeared.

"Good mornin' Miss. Where you headin' today?"

"Chipukies, in Diagon Ally." She held out fourteen sickles.

"Alrigh' Miss. Take a bed in the back, please." Hermione headed towards the back, and sat. One couldn't tell by looking at her that she was nervous, she looked confidant. She started to wonder about her parents. What did they look like? Were they nice? Mean? What would they make her do? Could she go on to a university now? Did she make a mistake? What would her father think? She was jerked out of her trance when the bus stopped suddenly.

"Diagon Ally! Chipukies Restaurant!"

Hermione got up and slowly walked off, trying to regain her calm. She walked inside and asked the hostess if the Zauberei's had arrived.

"Yes, Miss, they have. Please follow me." The hostess, Ivona, led her to a table where a couple sat. They looked very…regal. The woman was dressed in a royal purple gown that flowed around her, and the man was in a fine tux with tails, white gloves, and a top hat. They looked up when they saw her.

"Hermione, dear, please, sit with us," said...her father? She sat. Her mother had long soft curls down her back, and her father had chestnut eyes.

"So, do you mind a quick test if you really are our daughter?" Hermione just shook her head, she couldn't speak.

"Familie Stimmt" Around her a soft golden glow enveloped her, and the words Gisela Zauberei and Rolf Zauberei appeared in a tight script.

"Well, Anna, it appears you are our daughter."

"Would you mind calling me Hermione? I am not quite used to the Anastasia thing?" It made her feel like she wasn't living her life, but someone else's.

"We will work on it, Dear. Now, as for where you will live, name, such and such. We would like you to move in with us, in our estate near Birmingham. It is the Zauberei Estate. This week sometime, tomorrow preferably. We understand that you still have your…muggle…adoptive parents who you care about, but we would like it if you just sent them a letter now and then."

Hermione could have smacked herself, how could she forget to tell them that her father had died? "Umm, that wont be real necessary, except for a Christmas card to my…adoptive mother. My father died recently in a car accident, in fact I have to leave at 3:30 to go to his funeral. But yes, I will like to move in tomorrow. How will I get my stuff there?"

"Oh we'll send someone to pick you up. Don't worry. Now since you are seventeen, and you missed your Coming Out party, there will be on for you in three days time to announce not only that you are coming out, but that you are our daughter and a pureblood at that."

The rest of their lunch was small talk, about Hermione and her life, favorite things, etc. At 3:30 Hermione left her parents to go to her dad's funeral. Ralf Zauberei might be her father, but Mark Granger was her dad.

The funeral was a quiet affair, it was Hermione, Angelica, Mark's parents and relatives, and a couple of close friends and co-workers that were there. It was in the local Catholic church, even though the Grangers never attended, they were members of it.

At around 7:00, Hermione went home for the last time to pack her things. She couldn't use magic for another four or five months when she would graduate, probably at the top of her class. Hermione Zauberei. That didn't sound too bad. Malfoy would have to stop calling her Mudblood, too. She went to bed.

Zauberei - (Zow - Bear - I) - means Magic in German

Familie Stimmt - a variation which can closly mean Family Correct