There. I'd just took the perfect picture for my twitter profile, my followers thought that I was going to be leaving for boarding school today, the reality was much more interesting. It was magical...
"Hermione, we have something to tell you" My mum frowned making her usual stressed face.
"What's wrong?"
"There's no easy way to say this" Dad frowned.
"I know that dad, otherwise you would've told me by now" I giggled, I have a habit of making an ass of myself when in awkward situations.
"You're adopted" Mum blurted.
"What?"
"We've been meaning to-"
"You're serious? Really serious? That's weird" I laughed.
"So you aren't mad?" My mum asked looking at me with concern in her eyes.
"Well, no. It's not your fault that you didn't give birth to me" I giggled again.
Mum and dad looked at each other and burst out laughing too. I was glad that my parents, well, adoptive parents anyway, knew me so well. They knew how awkward, weird and strange I could be and they accepted me for it. We could cope with this. Which made me wonder why they were so afraid to tell me.
"There has to be more to it" I thought aloud.
"There is" Mum looked to the floor, "You have to go and live with you birth mother and father, and we don't know what will happen from there. We do know that our memories will be wiped of you"
"So you will never know I existed?"
"No. We're sorry Hermione"
I fled from the room. I didn't want any new parents, and I didn't want to leave my adoptive parents, most of all, I didn't want them to forget the things I would remember.