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A/N- This is my first fanfiction ever, but I would appreciate if you would review like it was my 50th, or whatever. Thank you. Also, PLEASE REVIEW! YOUR WORDS WILL MAKE MY DAY!!!
Albus Dumbledore looked around his office, sighing. He was starting to get worried. Many of the artifacts that Harry Potter had broken were still absent from their previous position, but that wasn't what he was worried about. His gaze landed of Fawkes, the phoenix. Immediately, Dumbledore felt the tug in his brain that meant that Fawkes wanted to talk. He let the phoenix in.
'Albus, you know that you have to tell them sooner or later.'-F
'Yes, I know. Still, it's really hard to have betrayed all these people's trust all these years.'-AD
'I don't recall you thinking that 16 years ago.'-F
'Oh, shut it.'-AD
'You're going to have to tell Allyson, Thomas, Lucius, and Severus the truth soon.'-F
'I KNOW, Fawkes. I think that I'll call Severus now.'-AD
'You do that.'-F.
With that, the conversation was cut off.
Albus picked up a pinch of Floo Powder. He tossed it into the fireplace, simultaneously calling out, "Severus Snape!"
Severus stepped out of the fireplace with a disgruntled expression. He had been in the middle of packing to go home, but Albus HAD to call him when he was in the middle of packing his socks. Sock-folding, as Albus constantly reminded him, was a very precise art.
"Severus." Said Albus. "I do not see any reason to remind you of my daughter, Kendra?"
Severus paled. Kendra. He hadn't thought about her in years. He would have thought of her everyday, but stupid Occlumency stopped him from doing so. He had loved Kendra, but then the stupid Death Eaters had taken her life, and forced him to give up his children, the triplets. Oh, how things would be different if they had been with him....
'Moving,' thought Hermione, sighing. 'I hate it!! I don't even know where we're moving to! Why won't mum or dad tell me?!?'
The first week of summer, Hermione's parents had told her that they were moving. Where, however, was a mystery to the poor 16-year-old.
"Hermione! Come here, please!" called Mrs. Danielle Granger.
"What?" snapped Hermione as she went down the stairs. "What else have you got to tell me now? Have I been adopted, or something??" asked Hermione, sarcastically. Her mum and dad didn't say a word, but their glances to each other said it all.
"Oh, no, I was." murmured Hermione. "Who am I really? Who brought me? Why didn't you try to tell me for the past SIXTEEN YEARS?!?!?!?!?!? Why?" she had started out calmly, but then lost her temper. She ended up crying.
Stu Granger looked at his daughter. Well, a daughter in everything but blood. "Hermione, you will always be our little girl. As for who brought you here, he was very secretive. However, we got out the fact that he was your father. Your.....blood father. He didn't want to give you or the two others away. We could see that it was breaking his heart to give you up, but he seemed to think that it was the best thing for everyone's safety. Your safety, his safety, and your two brothers' safety. All we got out of him were his initials: SS. Then he left." Danielle butt into the conversation. "Honey, we tried to tell you. But you were always busy. You were at school, reading, or at camp. We couldn't find time to tell you, though we tried our hardest. And as the years went by, it got harder and harder to gather up the courage to tell you. Now, however, you are starting to look less like us and more like him. We thought that you deserved an explanation."
Hermione's brain was hard at work. "Did he look magic or muggle?" she asked slowly, satisfied with her parent's answer..... for now.
Danielle looked relieved. "Oh, he was most definitely a wizard. He had the robes, the wand, the whole enchilada. One of the boys he was carrying had bright green eyes. The other had silver, but they're probably blue right now. You had the most beautiful violet eyes, but they're probably dark blue right now. All of you had black hair. Then the man said a word on you and the silver-eyed one. It was something like......... 'Glamorie'. Something like that. You suddenly looked like you and the boy's hair turned platinum blond. I don't know if this helps at all to identify these people, but I certainly hope so."
Hermione's brain froze and one thought kept repeating itself: 'my brothers are Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. My father is Severus Snape. What the---? I have to call
someone.... I know! I'll call Harry and tell him!'
Harry Potter was currently asleep in the cupboard under the stairs. The Dursley's had seen no reason to keep him filling up unnecessary space, such as precious Dudley's second bedroom. Probably a mix of him being a 'freak' and Dudley's threat to beat his parents senseless had driven Petunia and Vernon to make this decision.
Aunt Petunia knocked on the door softly, and whimpered, "Boy? Can you come make breakfast, please?" She seemed to have lost her nerve when her son threatened her.
"Sure, Aunt Petunia" replied Harry, in a monotone. Everything was said in a monotone, and with a sad face on. Harry numbly crawled out of his cupboard went into the kitchen.
He made eggs, toast, sausage, and baked a chocolate cake. That was Dudley's favorite breakfast, and maybe if he pleased the fat pig, he wouldn't get hit.
The phone rang. "Boy! Answer that!!!" shouted the Master of the Household (Dudley). Harry obeyed, with a quiet, "Hello? Dursley residence," into the receiver.
"HARRY!! Thank God you picked up!"
"May I ask who's calling?"
"Harry, its Hermione!"
"Mione, what are you doing, calling here?"
"Harry, you're the only one I can trust with this information. I'm adopted."
"WHAT?!?!?!?"
Dudley leaned over and kicked Harry in the shins. "Who is it, freak? Is it a girl? Give me the phone!"
Harry leaned away from his cousin to hear Hermione better. She was saying, "Yeah, I know, but that's not all. You were, too. So was Malfoy. And do you know what the best little tidbit is? We're siblings. And what's worse, Professor Snape is our dad. Oh, no, I just realized. Snape's my dad. Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.........."
"Oh my God is right, Hermione. Owl me, I'll send Hedwig. I have to go. Ow! Sir, please don't kick me again! I'll send Hedwig to you in a minute. Bye! Ow!"
"Ow?" Hermione said, hanging up the phone.
As planned, Hedwig soared through Hermione's window. "Hedwig!" Hermione squealed, as she ran to pat the bird, and untie the message that was around the bird's leg. The letter read:
Dear Hermione,
I don't think the knowledge that you gave me has quite sunken in yet. I wonder who mum is (was?)? Got to go, 'sir' is calling for me. Bye-
Harry
p.s.- Put the enclosed necklace on. Yours is the one with the amethyst on it. Try thinking....... Well, just try it.
Harry
'Huh!' thought Hermione. 'He has a point. Who is our mum? Also, who is this 'sir'? I'll trust Harry', and put on the necklace. She stood there for a minute, just waiting for something to happen. She finally made to take it off, feeling stupid for expecting anything to happen.
'Wait! Hermione, don't take off the necklace!!'-HP
'Harry? What are you doing inside my head?'-HG
'Yes! You figured it was me! Thank you! Though I was having my doubts that you would think while wearing it.'-HP
'What is this thing?'-HG
'Wow, you're slipping, Mione. It's called a necklace; girls usually wear them. Oh, yeah, send the other one to "Brother Dearest".'-HP
'All right. Hey, Harry, what're you doing right now?'-HG
'Who, me? I'm.... um....... doing homework?'-HP
'We didn't get any homework because of the OWL's. Shame, really.'-HG
'Uh, relaxing?'-HP
'You don't sound relaxed.'-HG
'OK, fine! I'm shining 'sir's shoes.'-HP
'Who's 'sir'?'-HG
'Dudley' Harry sounded resigned to the fate of telling Hermione of the Dursley's. 'I just finished shining all 122 pairs of shoes, and I was going to make lunch, but now I'm in the process of being dragged to my cupboard.'-HP
'Your.......cupboard?'-HG
'It's my room. Are you satisfied? '-HP
'Yes. But how come your room is a cupboard?'-HG
'Geez, 'Mione! You're really curious, aren't you?' Harry got no response. 'Well, I did have a room, but then 'sir' kicked me out. Gosh, it's dark in here.'-HP
'Oh, Harry, I'm sorry! Why didn't you tell Dumbledore?'-H
'No one would have cared about the home life of the Boy-Who-Lived. All I'm good for is to defeat Voldemort and to be the Dursley's slave. Why should I tell anyone? Dumbledore would still keep me there, and I doubt he cared during the 11 constant years that I was locked in here, or second year when Uncle Vernon put bars on my window. All I'm good for is to be his pawn to defeat Voldemort.'-HP
'Oh, Harry! You know that's not true!'-HG
'No, I know for a fact that it is true. Oh, no, 'sir' is calling.'-HP
'Yeah, and I have to go anyways. I'll talk to you later.'-HG
"Wow, that's cool!" said Hermione as she picked up her quill and started a letter to Draco Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy looked at the snowy owl in surprise. That was Potter's owl, Helga, or something like that. What did Potter have to say to him????
Dear Draco Malfoy,
This is Hermione Granger-
'All right that cleared that up', thought Draco. 'Why is the mudblood writing to me??
Let me explain why I'm writing to you.
'How convenient', thought Draco, sarcastically.
I – well, just put on the enclosed necklace. It'll be quicker.
Hope to see you soon!
Hermione Granger
'What does she mean, it'll be quicker? What'll be quicker? Let's just forget the fact that she's a mudblood, and trust her for one minute. Probably the worst thing that'll happen will be that it's a portkey, and I'll get transferred to either the Dark Lord, or Dumbledore. Let's put on the stupid necklace.'
Draco put the jewelry on. He thought, 'OK, I put on the necklace. What's that got to do with why the mudblood wrote to me?'-DM
'Oh, that's nice!' said a sarcastic male voice, coming from seemingly inside Draco's head. (HP, for those who couldn't tell)
'Harry!' reprimanded a stern female voice. (Again, HG for those who can't tell)
'What? He called you a - - you-know-what!'-HP
'What the-? Who are you people, and how did you get inside my head?'- DM
'Wow, aren't we eloquent? Let me introduce us. I'm Harry, and that's Hermione. Also known as: Potter, Granger, Potty, and mudblood. Did I get everything, Mione?'-HP
'Just about. You forgot the favorite, "2/3 of the Dream Team", "the Boy-Who-Lived", and "know-it-all". Oh, dear, we're confusing him!'-HG
'Sorry, Malfoy.'-HP
'But, Harry, he's not one.'-HG
'Good point. Come to think of it, what're we?'-HP
Hermione ignored Harry's question. 'OK, I know we're confusing you, Malf- uh, Draco. Here's what we're talking about.' She related the whole story to him.
'Well, isn't it obvious?'-DM
'What?'-HG
'Huh?'-HP
'Wow, the mudblood doesn't know something. How amazing! You're lying. Your parents were lying.'-DM
Harry broke in before Hermione could say anything. 'Malfoy, what do you look like?'-HP
'What do I look like? Hmmmm.........let me check.'-DM. Draco had meant it to be sarcastic, but his vanity made him look in the mirror anyways. Who was that looking back at him? This person had black hair with platinum blonde streaks. Instead of the cold grey eyes that Draco had grown accustomed to looking at for the past 15 years, twinkling blue eyes looked back at him.
Hermione's voice rang in his head. 'Do you think we're related to Dumbledore? I look almost exactly like you, but, obviously, I'm a girl. And my eyes are a much darker shade of blue. Harry's eyes are dark green, but other than that, you two look exactly like each other.'-HG
'Oh, Hermione, should I write to "Father"?'-HP
'Who?'-DM
'Didn't Hermione tell you? Our dad is the dear old Potions Master.'-HP
'No. Wait, I could have sworn that you said that Uncle Sev'rus is my dad. I must have misheard.'-DM
'Uncle Sev'rus?'-HG
'I was two, and couldn't say Severus. Give me a break!'-DM
'Getting back to the question. Should I write to him?'-HP
'No'-DM
'Why not, Draco?'-HG
'He hates you, and will think it's just a joke. I'll write to him.'-DM
'Wait, Harry, Draco. I have a better idea. I'm getting picked up by the Order. I'll tell him then.'-HG
'That's a great idea! You do that. And could you tell them to pick me up ASAP? I don't think that I can go on much longer with the Durley's.'-HP
'What, they're not treated like a prince enough? You don't get enough worshipping during school?'
Harry nearly laughed. 'Sure, right. A prince is treated like a slave, barely allowed to eat, and locked in his cupboard 'bedroom'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'-HP
'Harry, calm down! I'll relay your message, don't worry. Oh, Tonks is here. Bye! I'll see both of you soon!'-HG
Nymphadora Tonks walked down the sidewalk of a Muggle neighborhood. She was headed for the Granger's house, and she was attracting a LOT of stares. Tonks thought, 'Do I have something on my head?' and put a hand to her head. She felt her hair, and realized she had Metmorphmagied it just about an hour ago. Now she remembered it was chartreuse green. No wonder she was attracting stares!
Tonks looked at the piece of paper that told the address of the Granger household. It should be right about....... here. But the girl coming out of the house couldn't possibly be Hermione Granger! This girl had thigh-length black hair to Hermione's frizzy shoulder-length hair. The stranger also had dark eyes, an EXTREMELY fit body, and slightly pointed ears. The thing was, instead of staring when she saw Tonks, she positively beamed, and raced over to give Tonks a hug. Tonks patted the girl awkwardly on the top of the head.
"Excuse me. Do I know you?" Tonks asked timidly.
The girl looked crushed, and looked down. A strand of black hair with platinum blonde in it fell out of its ponytail. The girl looked at it, seemingly for the first time, and looked up with a more understanding look on her face. "Tonks," she said. "It's Hermione."
Tonks had suspected this, but decided to test the girl anyways. "What is the DA?"
Hermione's answer was prompt. "The DA, or Dumbledore's Army, was a club that Harry, me, and 26 other people set up. It was going to be called the Defense Association, but then Ginny suggested Dumbledore's Army. The DA was a club that actually taught us to defend ourselves; in a way it was a DADA lesson."
Tonks leaned close to Hermione. "Geez, Mione!" she exclaimed. "What happened to you?"
"Well, I was adopted."
"What?!?!?!?!?"
Yeah, I know. My parents broke the news to me, and the next thing I know, I'm this!"
"I didn't mean that in a bad way, it's just different, you know?" Tonks said. "Oh, he'll be expecting us. Let's go." Tonks put her hand on Hermione's shoulder, and the next thing either of them saw was a huge hallway, and Severus Snape.
Severus saw Tonks and an unfamiliar girl Apparate into his foyer. He smiled, so that was his little Allyson. Tonks and Allyson looked around, apparently amazed at the décor. Little did they know that the foyer was only the bare beginning of the manor.
Severus glided gracefully down the marble stairway, smiling at his guests. They looked a little unnerved that he was smiling, but otherwise looked all right. "Miss Granger-Hermione?" said Severus. "Welcome to my home. I believe we are waiting for two more?"
Mad-Eye Moody's voice drifted in from outside. "Well, get a move on, boy." A very different and scared looking Draco Malfoy scurried into the foyer. As soon as he saw Hermione, he stopped, examining her.
'We really look alike.' stated Draco telepathically.
'Yeah. I wonder where Harry is, though.'-HG
They examined each other a little while longer. It took them a while to hear Harry's voice screeching their names, telepathically.
'GUYS!!! It's Harry. Remus just came to the Dursley's, and he's having the time of his life hexing Dudley. So far, Dinky Diddydums has got his old pigs tail, rabbit ears, purple hair, and are those Weasley's Ton-Tongue Toffee? Ha ha, Dudley, take that after everything! Oh, Remus is finished. Darn. I'll be right there, Moony's just connecting the Floo Network. Bye!'-HP
It was at this point that Draco and Hermione realized they had been staring at each other for the past ten minutes. Snape was looking from one to the other, obviously concerned. While Draco was used to this, it took Hermione by surprise that SNAPE could show emotion.
Harry slid out of the fireplace gracelessly. His hands automatically went to the bridge of his nose to protect his glasses, before he remembered that he no longer wears glasses. Remus and Harry's trunk crashed into Harry, who had just noticed the other 5 people in the room.
The three siblings stared at each other; even their telepathic link was silent. It was obvious that they were triplets. They all had black hair, with platinum blonde streaks in it. The boys' hair was closely cut, but long enough that you could notice the streaks; also to see that it was not scruffy at all, which was a real change for Harry. Hermione had thigh-length hair, with the same streaks as her brothers. They all had high cheekbones, thin, elegant eyebrows, and full mouths. Harry and Draco were 6'5". The only difference in their appearance was their eye color. Harry had forest green eyes, while Draco had crystal blue eyes.
Hermione was 5'7". Her hair was no longer frizzy, but soft, sleek, and smooth. Her eyes were also blue, but not as light as her brother's. Hers were more of a midnight blue with traces of violet.
Harry finally spoke. "Professor, who are they? Why are we here?"
'We might as well pretend we don't know anything, right?' Harry explained.
"Well, Mr. Malfoy,(Severus was taking a guess), your real name is Douglas Thomas Snape. Your sister, Tom, is no longer Hermione Granger. She is now Allyson Orenda Snape. Your brother, Harry Potter, is no longer a Potter, but Lucius Day Snape. You are triplets, in case you couldn't tell."
Draco sat in his new room, listening to his brother and sister ooh and ahh over their new bedrooms. Draco couldn't see what was so special about them. They only had a California King-sized bed, with velvet sheets, and walk-in closets and connected bathrooms with marble floors. No big deal!
'Well, Thomas, this is rather nice compared to a cupboard.'-HP/LDS
'Well, no DUH! And who would live in a cupboard, anyways, dear brother?'-DM/DTS
'Well, Tom, I did for 11 years, if you would care to remember.'-HP/LDS
Draco was speechless. He vaguely remembered his brother saying something of those lines, but he had dismissed it as Lucius being a "drama queen". Or "drama king". Whatever.
"DRAMA KING?! OF ALL THE LOUSY, MUST UNIMAGINITIVE THINGS TO COME UP WITH! AND WHATEVER?!?!?!?!?! BRUSHING OFF MY UNPLEASANT TO SAY THE LEAST PAST AS IF IT WAS NOTHING?? LET GO OF ME, 'MIONE! MALFOY! WHEN I GET TO YOU AFTER OUR SISTER LETS GO I'LL—I'LL..."
The house rang with the echoes of Harry/Lucius' tirade about his brother's thoughts. Draco/Tom was trying to massage his brain and his ears at the same time(Harry/Lucius had shouted through the telepathic link too, though Draco/Tom seemed to be the only one with this...... pleasure), Severus was slack-jawed with a piece of cold escargot halfway to his mouth. Tonks, Lupin, and Moody were all wondering what the boy was talking about, and what had brought that on, while instinctively checking the surrounding area for Death Eaters. Hermione/Allyson, rushed into Lucius' room, and tried to restrain the furious 6'6" sixteen year old.
Hey, people!!! This is my very first fanfiction. I have no clue why that matters, but whatever. As I said at the top, your words will make my day! Thank you---
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