note: This is my first fanfic. I do hope its not awful. thanks for reading!
Hogwarts: 8th year, Hermione, Ron and Harry are strolling the halls after their first potions class after the war.
"Three feet of parchment? Is he bloody insane?" exclaimed Ron "I didn't survive a war to come back here and spend the rest of my days doing homework"
"Quit being so dramatic Ronald, it's honestly not that much" said Hermione
"You're going to help us, won't you 'mione? Asked Ron
"Oh quite the opposite Ron, I didn't survive a war to spend the rest of my days doing homework" Hermione teased.
"Hermione, Hermione" shouted professor McGonagall I'm going to need you to come with me, Potter, Weasley you too.
Walking to McGonagall's office Hermione couldn't help but ask what she was needed for, what was so important that she had to miss her charms class?
"I'm not at liberty to discuss that at this time, we can use the floo to get to Kingsley's office and he will explain everything" said the professor.
The four of them each grabbed a handful of floo powder, and said where they wanted to go, within seconds they arrived in Kingsley's office.
Kingsley was patiently waiting for the lot of them when they appeared in his fireplace.
"Oh good, you're here" he said "Hermione I'm so sorry, I have some bad news. Your parents were in a terrible car accident last night, and I'm so sorry, but they didn't make it"
Hermione broke down crying and allowed Harry and Ron to console her
"Among your parents belongings we found their will, and if you will allow it, I can have the chief warlock from Wizengamot read it for you"
"That won't be necessary please Minister, I'd like you to read it now" sobbed Hermione.
The minister preformed a few simple spells and charms to make sure it was indeed authentic. Once verified he began.
Our dearest Hermione;
If you are reading this, it means we did not make it, and for that we are sorry.
Although we didn't have much, we always tried to make sure you had everything you needed.
Now that we're gone there are some hard truths you're going to have to deal with and we are so sorry we didn't tell you sooner.
When you were 6 months old, we were approached by an older gentleman asking us to adopt you, to help hide you from his world. As soon as we saw you we fell in love.
No matter what you will always be our little girl, but we thought you should know who your real parents are, however all we know is a first name Theodore. As our last wish, we would like for your Minister of Magic to help you find your family by whatever means necessary.
In a box in the top drawer of our dresser is a box of all your baby belongings and Grandma Grangers finest jewelry, we'd like you to keep it.
We will always be there to watch over you, and we love you so very much.
Love mum and dad.
Hermione cried uncontrollably, as Professor McGonagall sent an elf to fetch her a draught of peace, and soon the crying subsided enough for Hermione to ask what needed to be asked.
"So then Kingsley, have you found my biological parents?" questioned Hermione
"As a matter of fact we believe we have, we just need a small blood sample to further prove it" said Kingsley.
"Then please take all you need"
While Kingsley took the sample, Hermione fidgeted with a loose thread on her jumper.
Moments later a shimmering cloud of silver smoke appeared.
"It's a match" Kingsley announced "now im sorry Hermione, but you're not going to like this".
"Just get on with it" mcgonagall shouted at the minister. "you've upset enough for one day.
"Of course professor. Hermione, it appears as though your birth parents are dead too. Your birth mother passed when you were 6, and your birth father was sentenced to Azkaban, after the war where he was given the kiss. However, you do have one living relative. A brother, he was owled after we found you were a match, and should be here momentarily.
ooooh! what's going to happen when Hermione meets her brother? how will their friends react?