Helooo lovely people, well this is my first ever fan fic so I'm just going to see how it goes.

Disowner: I don't own any of Harry Potter or the Characters

BIG thank you to caramel wafer for spelling everything out for me  ermm so I hope you like it.

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The truth lies in the DNA

What if…

Everything you knew about harry potter was twisted

His true roots lay in his enemy…?

If many of them wise teachers had hidden pasts themselves…?

All is not as it appears even for the norm of the wizard world.

Dive into a warped insight Hogwarts and new truths discovered in the human world.

Round about 15 years ago – Minerva McGonagall

A brisk frost chilled the air. Tonight was the last night they could be together and he was late. Tomorrow would be a strange one; there was nothing to look forward to, no more late nights of passion. The wind wafted around her loose hair, into her face. Then there in looming midnight: wrapped in thick velvet he stride tall proud and all powerful towards her , before taking her in his arms and greeting her with a fiery kiss like non they had shared before, the kind of kiss that wavered on you lips longer than a week, the kind of kiss forever embedded in your memory.

Present day- Hermione

Jeez how long does it take for them to get ready. Harry and Ron waltzed finally down the stairs.

"Morning Hermione!" they called out cheerily as they descended down the cold, cobble stone, stair case.

"Morning," I tusked. "More like afternoon, do you have any idea what time it is?"

"No, but I'm sure your about to enlighten us." Ron quipped

I'll enlighten you all right.

"Just get you butts in gear we have transfiguration and I take it you forgot to do you homework?"

The dumb found looks were enough of a response. I rolled my eyes and let out a deep sigh I had been repressing.

"If we hurry now you'll have enough time to look like you made an attempt" if 'I got up late and decided to do half of it badly this morning' was what they wanted to go for.

After it all we were on time to class, just not early as would have been preferable, being on time doesn't suggest eagerness and earnestness to learn. As we walked (ran)in professor McGonagall didn't appear to acknowledge us, she was sat at her desk which was some what unusual to how she used to enter, but some what common as she'd been like this for the past month. Over three quarter of the classroom was full, including our usual seats which we could have sat in if it weren't for certain people taking over two hours to get their derrières out of bed. The chair smoothly slid across the oaky floor, placing the books on the freshly polished desk top leaning my elbows on top of the top book and resting my chin in my palm I waited for the lesson to start. At this angle the pupil sat to the left of me at the very back, he kept catching my eye. I twisted around in my seat to meet his eyes. They were bitter, sweet chocolaty heaven if you like that kind of thing. Was he gazing at me? He must have been as immediately after making eyes connection he dropped his eyes to his lap where he appeared to find his hand very interesting. I narrowed my eyes as I pondered. Idiotic ,Slytherin- Blaise Zabini.

Present day transfiguration (the class Hermione is in currently^) – Minerva McGonagall

That same thought still rattled her mind. Absent mindedly her trembling fingertips rose to touch her lips as she remembered the fiery kiss, that burning night. In that instant she realised just where she was and she most defiantly should not be remembering that night, with that man. But he hadn't been evil then; he'd been sensuous, kind and loving. That brought a smile, as well as a blush to her cheeks. Her pupils were here, when had they gotten here? Clapping her hands she called for order, began her class. But even she could not deny that every heartbeat reminded her of that memory.

Present day- Hermione

Pushing Blaise into a box at the back of my mind I tapped my foot with impatience for her to begin, everyone was here now. Yet not all cared as I did. Staring at the front I noticed her raise her hand – great the lesson was starting, but no she only smiled. She wasn't in the room mentally she was else wear. She only smiled. It wasn't until a blush flooded her cheeks that her eyes focused fully on the situation and called for order. It was hard to concentrate, as although he was locked in the box in the back of my mind, it still didn't stop me feeling the burning on my back of Blaise's eyes tentatively focused on me