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Hermione sighed as she almost mournfully packed her one bag she intended to take as Harry and Ron sat on her bed. Although they exchanged sympathetic smiles, she didn't feel like they could relate to her. They didn't understand how hard it was for her. To leave the only family she had ever known behind. While she felt like she knew the Weasley's almost as much as she could, them being like a second family to her, she couldn't imagine what the next years without them would be like. Her family had always been there. But now... it was like she was leaving her entire life behind to go towards the unknown.
The three of them were about to leave on their 'journey' of sorts to attend Bill and Fleur's wedding, and to make her even more nervous, they would then be leaving to live on their own. They were going to stay back at Godric's Hollow. She wasn't sure why, but it seemed that Harry thought that by going to where it all started would fix everything. Or maybe just give him what could only be called closure.
"I'm sorry it's taking me so long, guys. It's just..."
"We know," Harry confirmed, an uneasy smile on his face. "You know, you don't have to go. I'll understand if you want to stay here with your parents."
As Ron began to nod his agreement, they both froze as Hermione shook her head, looking towards them with wide eyes.
"Don't even suggest it! I won't let you two go off on your own," she insisted. "Someone needs to make sure you don't get yourselves killed. Its not my fault you didn't pay attention in class."
It was a sad attempt at humor. After all, chances were that they would die. But she wouldn't let that get to her. She wasn't going to show her agony over it, though. She never did.
Sighing at their perplexed faces, she shook her head before hurrying to her door. "I need to go get something from the laundry room. I'll be back in a bit."
Hurrying down the hallway of the house, she felt herself pause at the room before the laundry room, her parents' bedroom. Normally, she didn't like to eavesdrop, but the two seemed to be in a heated battle about something. And she had had too much exposure to Harry and Ron to pass up such an opportunity. Stupid boys.
"We should tell her! She can't spend the rest of her life not knowing. I don't know how I kept it from her all these years."
Those three sentences from her mother had her hooked, and she waited as she would for a sequel to her favorite book for her father to respond.
"No! She's about to leave us...how can she leave knowing that we lied to her for the past sixteen years? For all we know, Hermione may not come back! I couldn't live with myself, knowing that she was upset with us just before she left."
Now Hermione's frown deepened, for she couldn't help but wonder if they had forgotten that she was now seventeen...or if something had happened during her young childhood. She furrowed her eyebrows. She couldn't think of what it could be. Her entire childhood, as far as she could remember, was completely normal.
"Frank," Mrs. Granger sighed out of exasperation, a pained look obvious on her face. "We have to tell her. She's not our daughter...how could we go through the years without telling her about her adoption? Now when it might be most crucial? For all we know, it could help her so much...especially with what is happening in the Wizarding World. Whoever is her real parents...maybe they could help."
And in that moment, as Hermione let every comment her parents made register in her mind, she felt like she was going to be sick. She clapped a hand over her mouth and scurried into the laundry room, trying to process this information.
Hermione Granger...wasn't Hermione Granger.
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