Unfortunately I am not J.K. Rowling, therefore I do not own most of the characters. This story is HGSS, so if you do not like this pairing, go back! Lol! Voldemort is dead, and the trio is going in their seventh year. So, let the story begin!
My name is Hermione Granger and I was seventeen years old when my parents told me the truth, all of it. I was the summer before my seventh and final year at Hogwarts.
I had been back home for two weeks, and my parents called me into the sitting room. I wasn't nervous; I mean, I didn't know I had a reason to be.
I walked into the room, which had been redecorated since the previous summer. The walls were a deep green, and the furniture was mostly dark smoky grey and deep rosewood. I know that they were Slytherin colors, but truth be told, I like them better than my own house colors. Red and gold, very stifling; I often felt like I was suffocating.
«Come in Dear, sit, sit,» my mother, Jane, ushered me onto a chair, while she and my father, Sam, sat on the sofa.
My parents were both looking at me with an expression I couldn't recognize. Honestly, that look alone scared me.
«Mum, Dad, what's wrong? What's happened?» Tears were forming in my mother's eyes and my father's eyes seemed a little moist too. Oh my God, it was Grandma! It had to be! I was already crying when I asked: «Is it Grandma?»
Mum gave a shaky laugh and Dad said: «No Princess, nothing is wrong with your grandmother. In fact, your mother and I were thinking that you could go and visit her this summer, you know, before you go back to school.»
Now to the untrained ear, that conversation would sound almost normal. But to me, warning signs were everywhere. Dad hadn't called me Princess since I was eight and I had lost my Teddy Bear. Then there was the fact that they wanted to send me to visit Grandma, who, might I add, lives in Paris, France. The last time I wanted to visit Grandma, I had to beg for three weeks, before my parents even considered letting me go, and even once they had agreed, they made me pay for my own ticket.
Yes, something was terribly wrong. But I wanted to guarantee my trip to see Grandma, so I said: «I'd love to go see Grandma, but unfortunately, I hadn't planed on it, so I really can't afford to go.»
Subtlety isn't one of my natural talents, it comes and it goes, so I wasn't actually sure if my parents had gotten the hint. But my Mum gave me another shaky laugh and said: «Of course, your father and I will be paying for your trip, Mione»
I glared suspiciously at my parents for a moment before looking away, and said: «Am I dieing?»
Mum and Dad simply looked shocked, before Dad said: «Of course not Princess. What would give you that idea?»
Apart from you and Mum acting freakishly weird…? «Nothing,» I replied. I continued looking at them expectantly.
«Honey, we have something to tell you,» said my mother in a small voice filled with emotion. Mum let out a sob and Dad decided it was his turn to speak.
«Princess, there's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to say it.» He paused and took a deep breath. I had absolutely no doubt in my mind that I wasn't going to like what he had to say.
«Princess, you're adopted.» Wow, I was right, I definitely did not like what my parents had said. I took a deep breath and looked at my parents, yes, even though they had lied to me, my whole life, they had raised me, and they were still my Mum and Dad.
I tried to speak several times; it took a few tries before I succeeded. As soon as I was able to speak, I asked: «Why didn't you tell me?» My Mum was still trying to quiet her sobs, so my Dad started to tell me the story.
«I met your father when I was nine years old. Bryan was my neighbor, one of my best friends growing up. Eventually he went to Hogwarts, but during the summer, we were still great friends. When we were boys, Bryan had told me about the magical world he belonged to. He told me how, even though his parents accepted muggleborns, and half-bloods, he was promised to a pureblood named Anna. But a miracle happened, Bryan and Annie fell in love, right around the same time I fell in love with your mother.» Dad paused to look at Mum, and I saw love and devotion in his eyes.
«The summer before their last year at Hogwarts, Annie spent it next door with Bryan. I introduced Janie to them, and we became fast friends. Once they finished school, they were immediately wed.»
Then Mum cut in: «It was a beautiful ceremony. Annie had a wonderful white dress, that was simple yet elegant. Bryan wore deep navy robes that matched his eyes perfectly. There were flowers everywhere. They were so happy. And then they found out they were pregnant... with you. Every time we saw them, Bryan was grinning and Annie... well Annie always seemed like she was glowing.» Mum trailed off and Dad picked up where she left.
«It was a dangerous time for your parents... and you as their unborn child. They were purebloods, yet they were against everything that Lord Voldemort stood for. Your mother and I were appointed your god-parents, and you guardians in case anything happened to them.»
Mum took a deep cleansing breath and continued. «By that time, Annie, Bryan, your father and I were the best of friends. We were even present at your birth; Mione you were the most precious baby we had ever seen. Your parents were ecstatic. When you were a few days short of five months, your father and I took you for the night, to give Annie and Bryan some 'alone-time'. We got to their house that morning to find---». Mum choked up again, and I looked at Dad.
«We found the Dark Mark hovering over the house. Foolish as we were, we rushed in, and... and almost everything was destroyed, except a few things that we put in storage for you.»
I was shocked. I looked at my parents: my Mum was all blotchy and red; and my father was trying to appear calm and collected, only his eyes betrayed him, silently begging me to understand. They were watching me, clutching each other's hands for support.
«When we saw their bodies, it was horrible.» My father continued with a nod from Mum. «It wasn't gory, there wasn't any blood, but you could tell that they had been terrified. Janie and I found them in the parlor; they were holding hands.»
Tears were streaming down my cheeks, and I threw myself on my Mum and Dad. When I had finally calmed down, I said: «Mum, Dad, I'll always love you. And you'll always be my parents because you both raised me. But why now? Why tell me this now, after all of this time?» In my heart, and by the expressions on my parents faces, I suddenly knew there was more.
My Mum sighed a little and said: «Mione, we could never got anything passed you, could we?» Well for seventeen years, you've both managed to keep my whole history from me so I think it's safe to assume, that maybe, just maybe, you both can keep things from me. I couldn't voice such sarcasm, because it looked like my parents wouldn't be able to handle my rage right now, so I said: «Nope!»
«Well Mione, since your now of age, (I turned seventeen in June), we had to tell you because… well because, you've been promised.»
I've been what? But all that came out of my mouth was an unintelligent gurgle. My mother was continuing as if she had no idea that her daughter was close to choking. «You been promised to wed the son of two of your parents friends.»
I swallowed and managed a think: «Who?» My father took a glance at Mum, and replied: «Severus Snape.»
Well there's chapter one. I really hope you guys like it. I'm almost done with chapter two, so I'll be posting it as soon as it's typed. Also, tomorrow is my birthday, so please review, it really would me a lot to me. And of course, those who do, you'll get cake. Anyway, thanks in advance.