A/N: Hey everyone. So I stumbled upon a few fanfics that described Hermione finding out after the second Wizarding War that she was actually a Pureblood and had grown up in the Muggle world for her protection. I loved the idea but they had some serious issues in plausibility and grammar. I am not saying there aren't good fanfics about this out there or trying to diminish the effort of those writers, I'm merely trying to state that I think the story could have been done better - which is what I want to try here although from a bit of a different angle. If you don't like it, stop reading and tell me why, if you do, continue reading and tell me what I can do better! I hope you enjoy.


Prologue

19-07-1991

It was a particularly nice summer day in Kingston upon Thames, London, as if the weather wanted to join in on the joy of all students as today was the last day of school.
The clock struck one and the school bell of Latchmere School rang only minutes before cheering children came running out of the school's door. They were picked up by parents or found themselves together in groups to walk home. Just as the schoolyard started to empty out one of the leaves of the school door opened again to reveal a single girl.

She swept her bushy brown hair out of the way to stuff a book in her crammed backpack. When she succeeded she looked up to see that she was the last person there. She sighed heavily but a thought seemed to enter her mind that cheered her up significantly. She had just remembered that she would start secondary school in September and had every intention of making friends there. She could start all over, no one would now that she was 'Nerdy Hermy the beaver'. She would show those bullies that Hermione Granger could have friends!

Her head held high she started her way home. The beautiful weather made her look forward to the camping trip to the Forest of Dean her parents had planned for this summer. She couldn't wait to show her parents her school report. They would be so proud of her.

When she rounded a corner the Granger family home came into view and Hermione happily started skipping her gloomy thoughts from before already forgotten.
She finally jumped up their garden path taking a longing gander at the swing set. Later, she promised herself. At that moment she stopped in her tracks. Why was the front door halfway ajar?

The little girl carefully stepped closer to it. "Mummy?" she called out hesitantly giving the door a slight nudge. It swung back and revealed a puddle of shiny, red liquid on the floor. "Dad?" Hermione's voice was a mere whisper her fear clearly audible. She took a small step forward, another one and the living room came into view.

She blinked. Cocked her head. Blinked again. And then the full meaning of what she saw hit her. She fell to her knees not noticing the red liquid she now understood to be her parents' blood soaking her pants. Tears streamed down her face as deep sorrow raged through her body eating up all her happy feelings until it was the only thing remaining.

She let out an agonised scream, so loud it could be heard in the whole street, but her pain didn't lessen. Her whole body was shaking as her grief threatened to consume her but before he could she finally noticed that she was kneeling in her parents blood. Horror spread through her and as her little body couldn't bear it anymore she let out another piercing scream and with it escaped something else.

The neighbors had been alerted by Hermione's first scream and where standing on street grouped together trying to figure out what had happened. They all whirled their head's around as her second scream sounded and started to run towards the Granger house only to be thrown back by a shock wave. When they sat back up they didn't believe their eyes.

The house of the Granger family lay in ruins, debris was scattered all over the plot except for a clean circle where the living room used to be.
In its middle kneeled the crying Hermione over the dead bodies of her parents.

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"Are you telling me that that little girl in there did it?" Amelia Bones asked her colleague disbelievingly. "The whole house is in ruins!"

Kingsley Shacklebolt nodded. "I can't believe it myself. She is supposed to start Hogwarts this fall, her letter would have arrived on Monday. The size of the explosion suggests that she is going to be a very powerful witch. But, Amelia, she found her parents brutally murdered...she hasn't reacted to anything and she has been sitting like this for almost an hour." He pointed at Hermione through the window of the examination room. She was hugging her knees to her chest rocking back and forth her face hidden behind her hair.

"Have the witnesses been taken care of?"

"Yes, we obliviated all of them planting the memory that a gas explosion destroyed the house and killing the Grangers in the process." Amelia nodded starting to walk away but the man held her back. "That's not all."

Amelia gave him a questioning look. "There's more?"

"Her parents ar- were muggles and as far as we could find out the Grangers didn't know any witches or wizards but we had a healer examine her and he found a very powerful glamour charm on her."

Amelia gave him a dumbfounded look - again. "How is that possible?"

Shacklebolt merely shrugged just as clueless as she was. "All we could find out that it was probably placed on her directly upon birth. It is so strong the healer couldn't break it."

"Hm. Has anyone checked whether the Grangers are her biological parents?" Amelia asked an idea forming inside her head.

Kingsley raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Are you thinking she is adopted?"

"Or abducted. Something shady was definitely involved otherwise someone wouldn't have gone through the trouble of placing a strong glamour charm on a newborn. Have the healer test for any biological relationship and get someone here who can break that glamour charm! Maybe her looks will provide some insight. After all they seem to be worth hiding. I'll go talk to her. Find out if she knows about magic, try to calm her down."

Two hours later Amelia had finally gotten some information out of the girl. She had no idea that magic existed or that she had caused the explosion. She also seemed to think that her parents were her actual, biological parents.

A knock sounded at the door and a man in robes entered the room. Amelia stood to talk to him and he silently told her that he was here about the glamour charm. The woman turned back around to the girl and took her hand. "Hermione? This man here works with me. He is going to do some things that will seem weird to you but it's alright. He's not going to hurt you. Okay?" Hermione nodded staring at the strangely dressed man with big eyes. Amelia gave him some room and he took his wand out and started to mumble incantations. As nothing happened the girl looked at Amelia and she gave her an encouraging smile.

After a few minutes sweat started to build up on the man's forehead but he continued to mumble under his breath his eyes closed in concentration. Hermione grew nervous as her skin started to feel as if she was pinched all over and she felt really hot.
Suddenly a loud bang sounded and the girl started twitching uncontrolled. The man let out a victorious yelp and opened his eyes. Waves of pain rolled through Hermione's body and she screamed as her body changed until she fainted. When she stopped moving she had grown a few inches, she had smooth, dark skin, high cheekbones and her formerly bushy, brown hair was now wavy, shiny and raven-hued. Amelia stared at her her mouth agape.

The man equally immediately recognized the family similarities. "I don't believe it! She looks exactly like th-"

Amelia interrupted him. "Don't! How long until she wakes up?"

"Probably a few hours, it was a big transformation and her body needs rest, but.."

"Thank you, sir. You did your job well." Amelia cut him off again ushering him out of the room. As soon as she closed the door behind her she turned to her colleague.
"Kingsley. I have to leave to take care of something. Don't let anyone in that room!" And with that she disapparated.