Chapter One: The Truth

As you walked down one of the normal muggle streets of London you would never had guessed that a witch lived there. She was young and talented and at the top of her year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This young witch was Hermione Granger and she was in her 7th and final year at school. Hermione as she guessed was the last one of her house awake as she sat on the windowsill of her bedroom. It was a cool night not too warm but not too cold. She had felt lonely all summer she hadn't been able to visit Ron or Harry (her two best-friends from school). She had been fighting with her parents for the last week or so and tendered to stay in her room these days.

As Hermione sat on her window sill she noticed a strange shape in the sky. It was flying towards her as she saw what she thought was an owl with a large parcel it flew in the open window onto her bed. It was her owl Sara her only friend these holidays Sara had kept her company at the worst of times these holidays. She walked over to the bed and untied the package from the owl's leg. She looked at the letter on top with her name on it and recognised the untidy scrawl as Remus Lupins she opened the letter and read:

Hermione,

How are you? Here at the Order everyone is rather low as what happened at Hogwarts before the end of term. Though the house elf seems to be rather cheerful. Harry is quite upset and tends to spend most of the time in his room. I should have thought that you might have kept in contact with Ron or Harry. Listen Hermione everyone is really worried about you. Mrs Weasley is thinking of coming to your house and getting you. Keep in touch.

Remus.

Lupin had been her only form of communication to the wizard world this summer she had cut off her subscription to the Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly so she didn't know what was happening. For all she knew Voldemort could be hanging right outside her window. She sat back on her bed. Thinking about Ron and Harry what would they be thinking about her right this very minute? She had thought this all summer what did they really think of her? She knew in her first year she was thought of as the nerd but had it changed?

At that she opened the parcel it was a new set of deep turquoise robes her favourite colour. "Wow that must have cost a fortune!" Hermione said to herself. As she sat on her bed admiring her new robes her clock had ticked over to 12am she now had two weeks left until the end of summer. Hermione yawned she didn't realise how tired she was. She got up off her bed and hung her robes in the cupboard across the room. She then turned around and flumped back down on her bed and fell straight to sleep.

The next morning Hermione got up in a better spirit than the one she had the night before, though she was still low on energy. She thought it might be good if she at least try make up with her parents after all it was her last year of school this year. As she walked towards her parent's bedroom on her way downstairs she realised there were voices coming from her parent's room. She stopped to listen. As she leant closer to the door she heard her parent's soft voices in deep conversation.

"What? How can we tell her she'll be shocked all this time Hermione thinking we are muggles? How would you react if your parents came out and said oh Hun we're witch and wizard. No big thing you know." Said a soft voice she recognised was her mothers. A deeper voice then spoke "Well you wouldn't say that to her that's just muggle-like. You would sit her down and say it to her. Today at breakfast we will tell her." At that Hermione heard footsteps and she bolted back to her room not wanting to be seen listening in on her parents conversation.