Summary: During the war, Hermione lost her parents. Although she was suffering she still managed to get the promotion to Minister of Magic. But what if the Grangers weren't her real parents? What if Hermione was actually adopted? What if she wasn't really a mudblood? What if somebody offered to take her to her real parents and changed her life forever? Dark Hermione.


It was only a year after the final battle and Hermione had finally got the promotion she had been wanting. Minister of Magic. She had finally made it to the top in spite of all of the people who had thought she would fail. Hermione knew she didn't have as much competition as she should have to begin with. All of the purebloods that were involved in the war like the Nott's, Malfoy's, and many others had fled after the war to avoid trial in London. No one knew where they had disappeared to the Aurors were constantly searching for them. But with their dark lord dead they would probably never come back to London or resurface.

Hermione sighed.

'I deserve this even if the competition was lacking,' She thought looking around her new office.

The office was large with a walnut desk in the center with a large leather chair behind the desk which she was sitting in. There were two tall filled to the brim bookshelves on either side of the door frame. In front of the desk were two leather chairs and off to the right was a small sitting area in front of the one bookshelf with two chairs and coffee table on a vintage ornate rug that was tan with swirling blue design. The room was brightly lit by the small chandelier in the center of the room. Hermione looked out of the window that had blue curtains on either side of the window to see people walking in and out of Gringotts. She looked down the street and could see people going into the other shops laughing and having fun out in Diagon Alley. It was a bright summer day out on the streets with many owls flying with deliveries to the many shops and people in Diagon Alley.

It felt surreal that only a year ago she had fought in the war for her best friend and month after that passed her NEWTS flawlessly without being in school that year. Harry and Ron had also passed the NEWTS and had both landed jobs as Aurors. Harry even had his own team in the Aurors. It much like a muggle SWAT team or the muggle special forces. They were the either the first to run into battle or were running covert ops. Either way, they always came home every night no matter what was happening. Ginny ended up signing with the Holyhead Harpies and had been playing for them for the last year. After the war, Harry and Ginny had gotten back together and Harry and Ginny were living together in the apartment next to herself and Ron. It was like they were still in school with how close they were to each other and how involved they were in each other's lives. Hermione was relieved to have them so close and be like the family she no longer had.

In the war, her parents were one of the casualties of war. She assumed that the death eaters had killed them in an attempt to get to her. But Hermione didn't let it until everything was finally over. When it finally over she went to visit their graves with Ron. It was by far the worst day of her life. She had lost her parents. It hurt her so bad that she wasn't there for them when they needed her the most. The last words from her mother before she had left for her seventh year echoed in her thoughts over and over almost like it was one repeat. 'Keeping moving forward even if the world is collapsing around you.'. And she did. She picked herself up from the grave that day and had pushed herself every day at work until today when she had reached the top.

'They would be proud.' Hermione thought thinking of her parents fondly.

'I only wish I could share it with them.' She thought sadly, 'I guess I could always go visit their graves.' Hermione picked up a letter from her desk reading over it again.

Hermione!

Congratulations on your promotion! Meet us at the Siren at 9 PM tonight to celebrate your promotion! I'll see you later tonight!

Love you!

Ginny

Hermione looked up from the letter looking at the watch on her wrist. It was only 2 PM. She had plenty of time to go to her parents grave's before the celebration tonight. Hermione stood up from her leather chair behind the large desk and walked over to the double doors with the bookshelves on either side. She opened one of the doors and stepped out into the hallway closing the door behind her. She looked out to a desk with small blonde witch sitting behind it. The small blonde witch looked up from the letter she was writing to look up at her boss.

"Ms. Granger?" The blonde witch asked.

"Molly, do I have any appointments today?" Hermione asked her assistant sitting at the desk.

"No Ma'am. There is nothing on the schedule today to allow you to adapt to the promotion." Molly responded after looking down at the open planner in front of her.

"Okay. Well, I'm going out for the rest of the day. If anything comes up just send me an owl and I'll head back to the office." Hermione announced.

"Of course, Ms. Granger! Have a nice day!" Molly responded with a smile.

Hermione nodded at the witch, "Bye Molly!" she answered before walking down the hallway towards the elevator. Hermione pressed the button for the elevator which immediately beeped and the doors opened to the elevator. Hermione stepped into the elevator which was pretty average tan walls inside with large metal doors and multiple buttons on the right-hand side. She looked up at the highlighted number, which was 100. She pushed the ground level button which was 1. The large doors closed and then the elevator began its descent down to the ground level. Hermione sighed, she needed to stop at security to get keyed into the wards so she could apparate out of the building without needing to go outside.

'I'll do it tomorrow,' she thought, 'It won't kill me to go outside like everyone else for a day.'

The elevator dinged, Hermione looked up the highlighted number was 1. The doors opened to the bright and busy lobby. Many people walking through the lobby. Hermione walked out of the elevator avoiding running into the many people in the lobby. Once, outside she focused on the muggle graveyard and apparated away from Diagon Alley.


Hermione apparated just outside the muggle graveyard in a close by the alley to avoid any muggles seeing her use magic. She stepped out of the alley and walked across the quiet street lined with trees to the graveyard. The opening to the graveyard had a small sign on the wrought iron gate that read 'St. Mary's Cemetery'. Hermione opened the gate and closed it behind her and started walking down the path for visitors. She walked down the path towards her parents final resting place. While she walked she passed multiple headstones before she finally got to the row with her parents' headstones. She stepped off the path and into the soft grass to stand in front of her parents' headstones, Mark and Jean Granger.

In front of both of the headstones were fresh flowers in white vases. There many different white flowers in each arrangement, there were lilies, irises, orchids, etc.. They were the same flower arrangements that had been arriving in front of their grave since their death. Hermione didn't know who was replacing them or who was placing them, but, it made her smile to think her parents meant that much for someone to continually bring flowers to their grave. Hermione usually brought flowers on their birthdays and holidays and the next time she would visit the dead flowers were already cleaned up. Hermione kneeled down sitting down on her knees in front of the headstones.

"Hey, Mom and Dad," Hermione said out loud. The wind blew lightly blowing a few petals of the flower arrangements and blowing along the grass with a few dead leaves from the headstone next to her parents.

"I finally got the promotion. I made it." Hermione said softly looking down at the headstones as a tear fell down her cheek into the green grass below her.

"I wish you were here with me every day. I miss you both so much." Hermione wept tears freely pouring down her cheeks now falling into the grass, "You were taken away from this world too early. It was all my fault, I should have never gone to Hogwarts when I got the letter. If I didn't go and had never become friends with Harry, you would have never been targeted by those terrible people."

"I'm so sorry this happened to you. But I can make sure that whoever killed you is punished to the full extent of the law." Hermione cried, "I'll make sure that they aren't able to hurt anyone else like they hurt our family. I promise you! I love you so much, Mom and Dad!" Hermione cried openly as the hot tears ran down her face into the green grass.

As she cried the wind blew blowing the dead leaves all over the new grass. The tree's around the graveyard also rustled in the wind. Hermione settled down and wiped the tears from her cheeks with her sleeves. Behind her she heard leaves crunching, she turned around to just barely see a man in black suit with blonde hair walking out of the graveyard.

'He must have been visiting someone' she guessed before turning around her full attention back on the headstones in front of her.

"I love you, Mom and Dad." Hermione said as calmly as she could, "I'm going to try my best to make you proud."

Hermione pulled up her sleeve to look at her watch and saw that it was 5 PM already. She still needed to eat dinner and get ready to go out tonight to celebrate her promotion.

Hermione looked back at the headstones, "I have to go Mom and Dad. But I'll be back soon." She said kissing her hand and touching it to both of the headstones, "Love you."

Hermione stood up and started to walk back to the path out of the graveyard. Once, she was out of the graveyard she walked back over to the alley she had apparated into and apparated back to her apartment.


Hermione landed in the living room of her apartment. It was a small living room with a mocha brown three-cushion couch with a coffee table in the middle and two smaller versions of the coffee table on either side of the couch.

"Ron?" She called out into the apartment. There was no response which wasn't surprising. He was probably at the Leaky Cauldron with Harry like he was most nights after work. Hermione walked out of the living room into the kitchen and began preparing herself dinner. Hermione quickly cooked dinner and sat down in the living room by herself eating in silence. As soon as she finished eating she put the plate in the sink and walked into her bedroom.

It was small like everything else in the apartment. Inside the room was a queen sized bed with two pillows and a Gryffindor comforter that Ron had picked out. On either side of the bed was a night table with a lamp on both tables. At the end of the bed was the closet. Hermione walked over to her closet and pulled out a black cocktail dress and pulled off the clothes she was wearing and put it on quickly. She then kicked off her sneakers and socks and slipped her feet into her small black open-toed heels sitting at the bottom of her closet. Once, the heels were on she walked over to the bathroom and pulled her hair out of its messy bun and quickly braided her brown hair before resecuring the end of the braid with her hair tie.

'That'll do,' Hermione thought looking herself over in the mirror. Hermione looked down at her wrist to see it was 8:45 PM. She didn't realize she had taken that long to cook and eat dinner. She rushed out of the bathroom and grabbed a black lace shawl from her room before apparating to Siren.

Hermione arrived at Siren and immediately was ushered inside by the bouncer of the club. The inside of the club was dimly lit with lasers zigzagging across the room to the beat of the loud and raging music playing. Hermione could feel the bass vibrating through the ground and in the air surrounding her. It wasn't music that she usually listened to but she could appreciate the melody even if she didn't particularly care for the lyrics. Hermione looked around the edge of the club that was usually reserved for VIP's and saw the signature red hair of Ron and Ginny. She moved through the crowd of people dancing and moved over to the VIP entrance. Ginny immediately spotted her and ran over to her giving her a huge hug.

"Hermione!" Ginny squealed over the music hugging her tightly.

"Hi, Ginny!" Hermione laughed lightly hugging the girl back. Ginny pulled away from the hug first grabbing Hermione's hand and dragging her over to their booth where Ron and Harry were sitting already drinking a glass of fire whiskey.

"'Mione!" Ron exclaimed drunkenly from beside Harry.

"Hey 'Mione!" Harry giggled at Ron.

"Hey! I see you guys have already started without me." Hermione laughed grabbing a glass and the bottle of fire whiskey on the table in front of the rounded booth. Hermione poured herself a glass of whiskey sitting down on the outside of the booth next to Ron who was giggling.

"Congratulations on your promotion 'Mione!" Harry said raising his glass up before bringing it back down and chugging down the contents of the glass.

Ron drunkenly echoed Harry's congratulations raising his glass up and drinking its contents.

"Thanks, Harry!" Hermione smiled taking a drink of her whiskey.

"This nights for you 'Mione! Do you want to sit here and drink or do you want to go dance with me?" Ginny asked happily giving her drunken brother a sideways glance.

"Let's dance!" Hermione answered drinking the rest of her whiskey in her glass.

Ginny stood up quickly and pulled off Hermione's shawl setting it next to Ron before grabbing her arm. She pulled Hermione down the steps leading up to the VIP area down to the main dance floor. Once, they were on the dance floor Ginny moved through the crowd of sweaty people to the middle of the dance floor. Ginny swayed in front of Hermione to the beat of the music as her hands twirled above her head. The way she moved could attract any guy by how sexy it was and she quickly did. A guy came up behind Ginny grabbing her hips and began dancing with her as she moved around. Hermione awkwardly danced moving her hips from side to side to the music she had never heard before trying to keep up with Ginny. Hermione sighed knowing it pointless to try and keep up with Ginny as she had always been sexier than her. Ginny gently pushed the guy away reaching her hand out to Hermione. Hermione grabbed her hand which was immediately launched into the air by a giggling Ginny as Ginny twirled around her. Hermione laughed at her friend who was now dancing all around her. Ginny let go of her hand as the song changed, the song had changed to a slower song. Immediately, Ginny was dancing with the same guy that had danced with her before. Hermione sighed as everyone around her began to couple up to dance. Hermione felt a tap on her shoulder behind her. She turned around to see Viktor Krum. Hermione's mouth dropped open.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked.

"Well, I'm trying to dance with you," Viktor said in his thick Bulgarian accent holding out his hand to Hermione. Hermione grabbed it as Viktor pulled her close to him.

"But what are you really doing here?" Hermione asked again looking up at him. Viktor hadn't changed much since the last time that she had seen him. He was wearing black suit pants with a white button-down shirt and gray vest over the shirt. He looked so professional.

"I'm here on business actually," Viktor responded swaying back and forth with Hermione.

"Oh yeah, well how did the business end up with you on the dance floor?" Hermione prodded curiously looking at her dark-haired companion.

Viktor fidgetted, "Well, my business actually involves you."

"Me?" Hermione responded shocked.

"Yes. I have something that I need to tell you." Viktor answered looking down at the girl.

"Well, what is it?" Hermione inquired looking up into his dark eyes.

"Hermione, I don't think I should tell you here." Viktor hesitated as the song came to an end and another upbeat song started. "Why don't you come with me to my place just down the road and I'll tell you there?"

Hermione looked at him confused but didn't see any reason to mistrust him. "Okay," Hermione began, "But I need to tell everyone that I'm leaving."

Viktor nodded. Hermione grabbed his hand and dragged him through the crowd and up to the VIP area. As they rounded the corner to the booth they had been sitting at Hermione heard Ron exclaim, "Vicky!"

Hermione brought him up to the table still holding his hand. It looks like Ginny had made it back to the booth before her and was sitting there with Ron and Harry.

"Hey guys, I'm leaving. I need to go work." Hermione announced to the table. Ron's brows furrowed as he saw Hermione holding Viktor's hand and immediately got angry.

"To go work on him?" Ron drunkenly slurred angrily.

"No Ronald." Hermione answered calmly, "Just wanted to let you guys know I'm leaving. Thanks for the celebration. I'll see you at home Ronald." Hermione finished turning around with Viktor.

"If you leave with him don't bother coming back!" Ron yelled angrily after her.

Hermione rolled her eyes and continued walking back down the stairs they had come up. Once, they reached the bottom of the stairs she motioned for Viktor to lead the way. Viktor led her out of the hot club into the cold night air in front of the club. Hermione shivered as the cold air hit her hot skin. Viktor released her hand and pulled his shrunk suit jacket out of his pocket. He grabbed his wand from its holster and enlarged the jacket. He secured his wand back in his holster before draping his suit jacket over Hermione's shoulders.

"Better?" He asked looking worriedly at her.

"Much," Hermione responded snuggling into the warm jacket. Viktor smiled and offered her his arm. Hermione put her hand through the loop of his arm as he led her down the empty street towards his place. They walked for two blocks before Viktor stopped in front of an apartment building. Hermione lets go of his arm as he pulled the door open for her.

"Thank you." Hermione smiled walking into the entrance. Viktor followed and led her up three flights of stairs before stopping at the first door off of the stairs. He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door for Hermione. Hermione stepped into the apartment, it was much larger than the one she lived in. It was also excellently decorated. It wasn't bland like her own apartment. The walls of the living room were painted a soft grass green with complimenting paintings on the walls. Then on the floor was a vintage rug that matched that colors used in the room. Even the furniture was amazing. In the living room that we walked into there was a large gray leather sectional couch with an intricate wooden coffee table in front of it. Viktor motioned for her to sit on the couch. Hermione moved over to the couch and sat in the middle of the couch. Viktor sat down next to her and gave her an uncertain look.

"So what is it that you have to tell me Viktor?" Hermione questioned.

"Well…" Viktor began nervously, "Hermione, I'm not sure that there is a good way to say this so I'm just going to come out and say it." Viktor paused, "You are adopted."

"What?" Hermione blurted.

"It's true you are adopted. Your true father asked me to find you. He would like to get to know you." Viktor revealed.

"But…" Hermione began, "How?"

"He had to give you up when the first war started to keep you safe. So he gave you to the Grangers because he believed that no one would bother you if they thought you were muggle born. Now that everything is over he feels it is now safe and would like to finally get to know you." Viktor responded.

"I'm not Muggle-born! Who is he?" Hermione asked.

Viktor shifted uncomfortably, " Yes, you aren't a Muggle-born witch. But I can't tell you that here. If you want to know who he is you'll have to come with me to Bulgaria to meet him."

Hermione thought for a moment, 'If I truly have family remaining, should I meet them?'

"Okay, when do we leave for Bulgaria?" Hermione responded.