Authors Note

Hey readers, so this is my first Harry Potter fic, and I'm a little nervous about it but also excited to see where the concept behind this story takes me! I have a good idea of what I want to happen but I'm taking it as it comes so please bear with me :)

This is set in their sixth year at Hogwarts, and will eventually be a Hermione/Draco story. I will probably rate it M just in case.. Sorry about the short first chapter but I have much, much more planned..

Thanks for reading!

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Prologue

I remember the moment I finally learnt the truth with excruciatingly vivid clarity.

The moment that my world came undone, imploding on itself - everything I thought I knew no longer making a shred of sense, or even mattering.

Shaken to my core, I remember my legs involuntarily collapsing me into a waiting armchair. He had known I would need it. Dumbledore. He had known everything. And I stared at him.

Uncomprehending.

Horrified.

Nauseous.

The vast swathe of emotions rendering me dumb, too many to name.

No.

White knuckled fingers gripping the arms of the chair, I had managed to stammer a reply.

"But I.. I can't be! It must be a mistake! He.. He isn't – couldn't be.. It's not possible!"

I was pleading with him. Begging him with my entire being to not let it be true. Imploring him to rescind his closing statement.

Then my mind began rationalising, pulling the fractured edges of my brain back together.

"No, but he.. He never had any children! There's no record of.. It just isn't true!"

I was petulant, words spilling from my lips, denial coursing through my veins. He had spoken to me then. Bushy eyebrows knit together in… In what? Concern? Scrutiny?

"Miss. Granger... I know it may be difficult for you to accept at this precise moment, but accept it you must! The truth – this truth, no matter how horrible or confusing it may seem now, could indeed turn out to be what saves you." Pausing for a second, he appeared to consider his own words. "It could indeed be what saves us all…"

And I think it sunk in then. How could it not have? I had all the evidence, all the facts. Dumbledore had made damn sure I couldn't refute the truth.

Voldemort.

The man – the creature – I had feared so deeply, for so long, he who had destroyed so many people's lives, killing, crushing, obliterating…

Was my father.

A roiling, vicious hysteria gripped me then, and suddenly I couldn't breath. I remember my vision beginning to darken and blur towards the edges as I allowed myself to slide away, floating towards a blissful stupor.

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Glad you managed to get this far and I hope you enjoyed it, next chapter up soon, any reviews are very welcome :)