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Summary: It's been done before, but not like this. Hermione finds out who she really is. Will it change her? Who will her real friends be at the end of her final year at Hogwarts? Most importantly, who will she be...?
She never really felt like she belonged there. True, the Sorting Hat puts you were you want to be, so she supposed she belonged there, but she never really fit in. She had a thrist for knowledge, a need to prove herself despite her muggle background. She had no real friends in her house. They had only really all excepted her because of the Troll incident back in their first year, and that's really only because Harry and Ron accepted her after she took the blame. Since that day forth, she supposed she could have called them friends, but she felt like they used her for her intelligence, and almost like they were ibeneath/i her. So no she didn't really have any friends. So, yes it's true, Hermione Granger never really felt like she belonged in Gryffindor.
Little did she know however, while she was brewing over all this in her head, that her muggle parents habored a dark secret from their only precious daughter. A secret that would change her world. A secret consisted of that she was not their daughter at all. They had adopted her, they did not know however that they had adopted a witch. And so it came as quite a shock to the entire Granger family when Hermione got her letter of accpetance from Hogwarts. They should have told her right then and there, when the owl dropped the letter off. They should have told that she was adopted. But Katherine Granger feared that it might drive her only child away into a world that she did not dare to pretend to understand.
And so they let her go on believing that she was a muggle-born, a mudblood witch. Little did they know that she was the most powerful witch that Hogwarts had seen in quite some time because she was the daughter of one of the most powerful wizards ever to graduate from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort.
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Hermione woke up on the morning of her seventeenth birthday slowly. She had sat in bed for a long time, feeling somewhat idifferent/i then she had the night before.
'Probably just the fact that I'm a whole year older. And that I'm about to start my final year at Hogwarts. Oh and did I happen to mention that I'm Head Girl!' she thought to herself extremely pleased.
She walked into the bathroom and casually glance in the mirror, did a double take and screamed,
"MUM!" she yelled gasping at the sight of herself in the mirror.
Gone was her once bushy brown hair, but rather in it's place were perfect ringlets of jet black curls. Her skin became slightly tanner overnight and her previously falt body had dropped into a drop dead gorgeous figure. Hermione's almond shaped chocolate brown eyes were no longer either. But rather more of a cat shape, and she watched them shift from purple to grey as she calmed down a bit, only to go back to purple as she grew uneasy after watching her eyes change.
"What is it honey?" Katherine asked approaching the bathroom. When she saw her daughter she let out an unceremonious gasp as she dropped the dish she had been drying in her hands. She moved into the bathroom and put her arm around the visibly shaken girl that she had called her daughter for fifteen years.
"Come into the kitchen. It's time your father and I told you something..." she said leading the way.
Summary: It's been done before, but not like this. Hermione finds out who she really is. Will it change her? Who will her real friends be at the end of her final year at Hogwarts? Most importantly, who will she be...?
She never really felt like she belonged there. True, the Sorting Hat puts you were you want to be, so she supposed she belonged there, but she never really fit in. She had a thrist for knowledge, a need to prove herself despite her muggle background. She had no real friends in her house. They had only really all excepted her because of the Troll incident back in their first year, and that's really only because Harry and Ron accepted her after she took the blame. Since that day forth, she supposed she could have called them friends, but she felt like they used her for her intelligence, and almost like they were ibeneath/i her. So no she didn't really have any friends. So, yes it's true, Hermione Granger never really felt like she belonged in Gryffindor.
Little did she know however, while she was brewing over all this in her head, that her muggle parents habored a dark secret from their only precious daughter. A secret that would change her world. A secret consisted of that she was not their daughter at all. They had adopted her, they did not know however that they had adopted a witch. And so it came as quite a shock to the entire Granger family when Hermione got her letter of accpetance from Hogwarts. They should have told her right then and there, when the owl dropped the letter off. They should have told that she was adopted. But Katherine Granger feared that it might drive her only child away into a world that she did not dare to pretend to understand.
And so they let her go on believing that she was a muggle-born, a mudblood witch. Little did they know that she was the most powerful witch that Hogwarts had seen in quite some time because she was the daughter of one of the most powerful wizards ever to graduate from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort.
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Hermione woke up on the morning of her seventeenth birthday slowly. She had sat in bed for a long time, feeling somewhat idifferent/i then she had the night before.
'Probably just the fact that I'm a whole year older. And that I'm about to start my final year at Hogwarts. Oh and did I happen to mention that I'm Head Girl!' she thought to herself extremely pleased.
She walked into the bathroom and casually glance in the mirror, did a double take and screamed,
"MUM!" she yelled gasping at the sight of herself in the mirror.
Gone was her once bushy brown hair, but rather in it's place were perfect ringlets of jet black curls. Her skin became slightly tanner overnight and her previously falt body had dropped into a drop dead gorgeous figure. Hermione's almond shaped chocolate brown eyes were no longer either. But rather more of a cat shape, and she watched them shift from purple to grey as she calmed down a bit, only to go back to purple as she grew uneasy after watching her eyes change.
"What is it honey?" Katherine asked approaching the bathroom. When she saw her daughter she let out an unceremonious gasp as she dropped the dish she had been drying in her hands. She moved into the bathroom and put her arm around the visibly shaken girl that she had called her daughter for fifteen years.
"Come into the kitchen. It's time your father and I told you something..." she said leading the way.