A/N: This is my first fanfic, based on my obsession with all things HP/HG. This is very Dark, so if you don't like it please don't read it. Rated M for later chapters... Loads of Ron/Ginny bashing, if u love them then this isn't the story for you. I would be lying if I said I didn't want your opinion, so please review!

I'm republishing the story because I wasn't able o upload the additional chapters, so here goes!

Disclaimer: if I owned Harry Potter, then I wouldn't be a broke student and I would move out of my parent's house. All character belong to JKR except non-canon ones and the plot…which belongs to meee!

What Hermione Granger expected to see in the mirror a week before she was due back at Hogwarts was wild brown curls, amber coloured eyes and average height. What she wasn't expecting sent her into cold chills: molten silver eyes with red flecks in them, pure black sheet of hair that fell to her shoulders, her body was taller, a little slimmer and incredibly mouth watering.

She had kind of NOT expected this to happen. She knew that she was adopted into the Granger family but what she didn't expect was for her appearance to change on the day she became of age in the wizarding world. She ran the stairs of her family townhouse in Chelsea and bumped into her mother who stared at her disdainfully. She was used to her mother's cold and haughty attitude towards her so she wasn't bothered in any way. She was out for blood and she wanted answers. NOW.

"Do you want to let me know, why my appearance has changed?'

Her mother, Jean, nodded, 'you are not actually Muggle born, and you were brought to us by your Headmaster, with the wish that we care for you as our own because your parents had gone dark. Soon after you arrived, a letter arrived from your uncle with instructions and information about your heritage; it is in the kitchen on the table.'

Hermione raced towards the kitchen, her minds racing: was she actually a half blood? Or even a pureblood/ she hoped she wasn't actually related to any of the dirt bag purebloods that she had the displeasure of meeting. Slitting open the heavy parchment envelope, a heavy silver locket dropped onto the table and a sheet of fine parchment.

To my daughter,

I wish first of all to ask forgiveness that I am not there to wish you a happy seventeenth birthday. I'm sure that you will want to know what happened and who I am. I am your mother Alecto Carrow, during the first rising of the Dark Lord, I married Tom Riddle and we had you, our only child. However, when Tom disappeared, I was forced to give you to Dumbledore and go into hiding. I put a blood glamour that hides your true magical signature and appearance. It was to come loose when you became of age.

If you are as bright as I am told, then you will now that Tom Riddle is, known to the Light side, Lord Voldemort. I hope you can forgive me, my child for Dumbledore threatened to kill you if I did not go to prison and I would have died in your place instead. You were to be raised as the heiress to Lord Voldemort and Salazar Slytherin. If you wish to (and I sincerely, desperately hope you do) you can still claim your inheritance. Just take the locket and press it to your forehead and declare 'I claim my birthright as the heir of Slytherin and Voldemort'. It will probably remove any enchantments that were placed on you and open up your mind link to us, which you can open any time you want.

Hermione broke off reading the letter; did she really want to accept this so called 'birthright'? She went back to reading the rest of the letter.

If you wish to talk to us in person then you need to apparate to Riddle Manor. My dear, follow these instructions very carefully: when you arrive, make sure you are wearing the locket, if anybody tries to capture you, let them, and make sure that you are still wearing your glamour. If they lead you to your father, utter only three words in his presence before saying anything more. These three words are: Amara Destiny Riddle, for that is your true name and show him the locket as it is the only one of its kind. He will understand immediately. We will not pressure you into taking a side in the war; after you have heard your father's side of the story maybe then you will decide what to do.

I hope you will forgive me for having to abandon you, I hope you will choose to give us a chance. Your father and I love you very much, no matter what,

Love Always,

Mama

Hermione let the letter drop to the table and put her head in her hands.

She needed Harry, NOW.