Disclaimer: I am not J. K. Rowling and therefore, I don't own Harry Potter :(
Chapter 1: Hermione's Horror
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH," screamed Hermione as she stared at the reflection in the mirror that looked nothing like her. In Ron's words, bloody hell! For she was not looking at Hermione Granger, but a 5'9" drop dead gorgeous girl with straight jet black hair all the way down to her waist, a totally hot body, and her most striking feature, flashing chameleon eyes.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" screamed her mother as she ran up the stairs. "Come look at me and then tell me what the bloody hell is wrong," Hermione yelled back. "Oh dear, I guess it's time to tell you," her mother said calmly. "Tell me what?" asked Hermione. "You're not who you think you are. The truth is, you're Hermia Merope Riddle, Voldemort's daughter," her mother replied in a shaky voice.
Upon hearing this shocking bit of information, some colorful words flew out of Hermione's mouth. "You mean to say my whole fucking life so far has been a bloody lie?!" she bellowed at her so-called mother as hot tears of fiery rage ran down her cheeks. "Yes, and your real father is on his way here now to explain everything to you," her mother said in a surprisingly calm voice.
"WHAT?! You mean the murder of my best friend's parents is on his way here, now? Do you realize we're talking about the most evil wizard who ever lived?" Hermione exclaimed.
"Now, is that a nice thing to say about your father? He loves you, but all your doing is standing here accusing him of horrible doings," her mother countered. "Wait, did you just say he loves me? He wouldn't know love if a muggle hit him over the head with it then drowned him in it," was Hermione's retort.
As her mother was trying to think of a witty comeback, there was a knock at the door. "Oh, that must be him now," explained Hermione's mother as she went to answer the door. There stood Voldemort, looking just as evil as he always was. When he finally looked at Hermione, she saw something in his eyes that she never thought she would see, love.
"Hello my daughter," Voldemort greeted Hermione, "I guess I have a lot of explaining to do. It all started when I was in my sixth year at Hogwarts. By that time, I already had many followers. Besides my professors, there was only one other person who called me Tom. Oddly enough, I didn't really mind, for I was in love with her. This girl was Hermia Kolocuris.
"So, I was named after my mother?" Hermione interrupted. "Yes, and your middle name is Merope, after my mother. Anyway, even though I was in love with her, I knew we could never be. As you know, I was in Slytherin, and she was in Gryffindor. My so called friends didn't approve of Hermia, so every night we would sneak into a room not many people know about."
"You mean the Room of Requirements?" Hermione questioned. "Yes, how do you know about it?" Voldemort asked. "I just happened to stumble upon it after one particularly bad day," was Hermione's reply. "Oh, well, getting back to the story, after two years, we graduated Hogwarts. After graduation, I proposed to her, and we were secretly wed in the Room of Requirements. A short while after, we found out she was pregnant, with you. By this time, I was almost at full power, and my Death Eaters were following me everywhere. They still disapproved of Hermia, so shortly after you were born, she was murdered by Montague. As punishment, I tortured him to death. I was so devastated I wanted to take all my anger out on the whole world. My first act was to burn the Dark Mark onto the skin of all my Death Eaters." Voldemort explained, "I knew they would kill you too, so for your own safety, I put you up for adoption."
"So, how did you find me? Hermia questioned. "Before I gave you up, I put a Fidelius Charm on you that would change your appearance and hide your true identity until you became of age. After this, I heard a strange prophesy..." "Yeah yeah yeah, you tried to kill Harry but failed, blah blah blah, I know the rest, I was there after all," Hermia interjected.
"Okay, well it still isn't safe to reveal who you really are. I'd love to just take you home with me now, but that would give away my whereabouts and yours, so I'm having you stay at one of my best follower's house for the summer."
"Really, who?"
AN: Ha ha, cliffie! Please review, this is my first story, cowritten with cece1996 and I want to know how we can make it better, but please, no total flames!
