I am giving you one more chance girl. Tell me what you took from my vault!
No! Please! We didn't take anything!
Filthy Mudblood girl. You will NEVER be accepted by wizards! Purebloods will always look at you as less. Knowing all those little facts of yours will NEVER make you a true wizard. Now you will never forget.
I swear! We didn't take- AUGHH! AHHHHH! PLEASE-NO! STOP!
Hermione looked down at her forearm. She could still see the scars, the Healers had offered to remove them, but she hadn't wanted to. She didn't want to forget.
"Hermione! Come ON! It's our turn!"
She looked out the Burrow's kitchen window to see her husband, Ron, jumping up and down waving his arms.
"Come on Ron, she's getting everyone butterbeers. Calm down."
"Hermione! I changed my mind! I DO want a butterbeer! Hermione did you hear me?"
" 'Ermione can you grab Victoire's pacifier from the counter? Bill where did you leave it?"
"Hermione dear, don't worry yourself over anything. My boys can get off their lazy bums."
"Muuuuuuum. SHE'S ALREADY UP!"
Hermione smiled as her family threw more various requests at her. Her mostly pureblooded family.
Bellatrix was wrong, she thought, thanks to this family…
She was accepted.
A/N: So I always thought that Hermione may have been very insecure about her being a muggleborn. That no matter how much she learned it would never replace her blood status. I'm sorry if this sucks but it'y my first fanfiction and it's also 2 am. Review please! but no flames, constructive criticism would be welcome!
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