Masquerade
My eye opened to see my perfect bedroom. My books stacked on my wood desk with a half opened letter next to them. Thats when i remembered the night before. That one little letter changed my life. My life that had all been a lie.
Hermione Jane Granger
I found out last night that that is not my name. I never knew that isn't my name or that my parents aren't my parents. Apparently my real hair color is reddish brown and not nearly as curly or bush as i've always know it to be.
The worst news of all is who my parents truly are. My father is none other than the infamous Tom Marvolo Riddle. You may know him better as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, You-Know-Who, or Lord Voldemort. My mother is dead. All i know is that her name was Violet and she was killed by a muggle who was drunk driving.
My looks and personality were altered when i was hidden away. On my seventeenth birthday the spells will wear off and my true identity will be revealed.
I wonder how much i'm going to change.
I looked down at my arm to make sure that i wasn't actually on fire. It felt like i was in an inferno. Everything burns my eyes, my skin, my throat, my lungs, everything. I single tear dripped from my eye. Not out of pain but out of sorrow. How can i be sure that my friends will still be friends with me after they find out.
The door to the compartment slid open with a creak and in stepped the last person i wanted to see right now.
"Granger."
"Malfoy."
"I should have expected you to be head girl. and by the look on your face you anticipated that i would be head boy."
"Well i guess you read my expression partially right. I did expect you to be head boy. I did not expect you to be some what civil. But also im worried about this year."
" And why is that if i may ask?"
"I'm not who everyone thinks I am. My real parents are very influential in the wizarding world. Yes Malfoy, get that look off your face, my parents are wizards. My mother is gone but my father has a lot control over many people," I said this and I felt the burning subside and confidence grew in my veins, " he even has control over you." and with that I stood stepped over his legs that were in the aisle and exited the compartment. "Oh by the way Malfoy, my name isn't Granger anymore."