Disclaimer:J. K. Rowling and her associates own these characters, I do not. I am making no money from this story and am writing it solely for fun.
Hermione looked up. Her mum was pulling at her hair and her father just couldn't sit still. It wasn't normal.
'Mum, Dad, are you ok?' Hermione asked
'No why would we be ok? You might never see us again and you think we're ok?' said her dad.
'Well I was just asking' Hermione finally replied leaving the conversation to butter her toast before returning to her bedroom to finish packing. As she climbed the stairs taking two at a time she bit into her toast. The melted butter oozed over her tongue whilst the crunch of her toast broke the deafening silence of the passageway. She reached the landing and stopped all the family photos were there, from all the camping holidays in the forest of dean with her Dad to the many photos of her and her mother in foreign countries eating ice-creams. She smiled knowing that these were the people she had grown up with and had shared so many happy memories with. And nothing or no-one could ever take that from her. When Hermione finally reached her room after spending the time to relive each memory associated with the photographs, she sat down and began to write to Harry and Ron.
Dear Harry, Ron and Hedwig,
I hope you are well and getting your summer assignments done. I have some good and bad news to tell you. I will begin with the good as it makes the bad easier to explain. It turns out that I am not an only child and that I am in fact pureblood. Although, I do not know my exact parentage as of yet I will be meeting them today. I must now inform you of the bad news. Although I would love to spend the rest of the summer with you both at the burrow, my new parents have decided that I must get to know them and that they must get to know me. I will write when I know more.
Hermione
P.S. please tell Ginny that I will still try and come dress shopping with her before school starts!
Hermione attached the letter to promise her owls' leg. She sat back and watched promise fly far away into the distance. Eventually she brought herself to finish packing taking her time to savour the last chance of leading a muggle life. As she packed, she thought back to when she found out the truth from her parents.
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'Hermione listen.' Hermione sat down at the kitchen table she'd been about to start her potions summer assignment when her parents had called her downstairs.
'We don't want to tell you this but you have a right to know. I mean we are not your parents.' Her father began. Hermione sat there shocked and bewildered. Then her mother began...
'I was your mothers' best friend, and a squib. I was due to have a baby girl around the same time as you were born and I had a miscarriage. Your mother, I mean your real mother had twins. A baby boy and a baby girl. I was so upset, that your father kidnapped you. When he told me who you really were, I couldn't take you back. I loved you from the moment I saw you and... And...' her mother burst into tears sheltering on her husbands shoulder. Then her father began,
'You've grown up to be a fine young woman and I hope that it stays that way.' Hermione left the room unsure of what happened continued her daily routine (ignoring her schoolwork for once) and lay back on her bed.
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Hermione looked up at her ceiling the same way as the night before. She'd given up on packing in her muggle ways and just allowed her mother to pack it for her. By 5pm when she was finally called down to meet her real parents, Hermione had whittled it down to two families and she knew that whichever one it was, she was related to the other anyway.
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