Darkness Rises.
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Chapter 1
Hermione stretched, and yawned as she got out of bed. It had been a week since the summer holidays had started, and she had already completed her homework. It gave her a chance to just relax, and think over what had happened in her last five years of Hogwarts. In the first year was the Philosopher's Stone, second year was the Chamber of Secrets, third was the whole Sirius incident. Fourth year saw the Tri-Wizard tournament and finally fifth year was the whole Department of Mysteries and Sirius' death. It was a lot to think over.
But there was something… off about all of it. Hermione just couldn't tell what. And that was what she spent most of her time during the summer's mulling over. All of the incidents seemed cleverly organised. But by who? The question confused Hermione even further. "Who would want to set all those things up?" Hermione muttered to herself.
She padded out of her room, and down the hall to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, and walked over to the sink. She turned on the tap, and grabbed her tooth brush and the tooth paste. She glanced in the mirror, and froze. The reflection staring wide eyed back at her wasn't her, but it was. How could she have changed?
Her usually frizzy hair was now tamer, and fell in tight, dark ringlets around her face, and down her back. Her eyes were the same, but more heavily lidded. Her lips were plumper, and her nose was slightly more aristocratic.
Hermione dropped the brush and paste, and ran downstairs. "MUM!" She yelled, as she ran into the living room. Her parents turned to face her, and their eyes widened.
"Oh dear." Her mother said. "I think you had best sit down."
Hermione did so quickly, knowing that this was going to be big. Her parents did too, and Hermione noted her dad was eyeing her wearily, as if he was afraid of something.
"Hermione, we've always wanted to tell you, but we never had the opportunity." Her mum began. "Hermione… you're adopted."
"I'm what?" she asked, stunned.
"We found you on our doorstep, and we took you in. There was a letter. It said that your parents couldn't look after you, and your previous guardian had placed a Glamour Charm on you to protect you." Her mother further explained.
"You knew about magic?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you tell me when I got my letter?"
"You were so excited to be the first witch in the family, we thought it was best not to. You are most probably the child of someone with magic, anyway…" Her mother said.
"I… I'm going to my room. I need to think about this." Hermione said.
"Of course, Hermione." Her mother said.
Hermione left the living room, not noticing her father's wary looks turn into evil stares, as he thought of ways to off the 'little abomination' as he thought of her, without being found out.
Once in her room, Hermione got dressed, and then went about the majority of the rest of her morning routine, skipping the breakfast. She wouldn't be able to stomach the food. Her thoughts were a whir. She knew who she looked like, but there was a lot of inbreeding with purebloods. One question she asked herself though was what would Harry think? Hermione smiled. Harry. Her best friend. Her first friend. And if she was honest, her secret crush. His opinion mattered to her a great deal. Hopefully he'd see her as the same old Hermione, and not think of her as someone new.
Little did she know that her world, and Harry's, were about to be turned even further on their heads.
A/N: So, what do you guys think? Please review!
