Hey guys! This is my first try at writing a Harry Potter fanfic. Its also on , and my username is still Horserock8. Enjoy!


HERMIONE: Chapter One: A Shock

"Hermione! Come downstairs please!"

Hermione Granger ran down the stairs, tripping at the bottom on the rug. She swore under her breath. I'll have to fix that, she thought.

"Yes mum, what is it?"

Hermione's mother and father were sitting at the dinner table.

"Come and sit down please."

"Why?" said Hermione curiously. Whenever her parents sat at the table it meant business.

"Please honey, just sit." Her mother sighed. Hermione did as she was told.

"Now that you're sixteen, your father and I have decided you are old enough to know the truth."

"What truth?"

"Don't interrupt." Snapped her father. Hermione fell silent.

"We feel it's time to let you know how you truly came into the world. You are adopted Hermione."

Hermione felt as if someone had slapped her with a metal hand. Her insides dropped.

"What?" she cried in disbelief.

"Your father and I adopted you and christened you with a new name. We gave you a home, put food in your belly, we cherished you…" her mother started.

"No!" Hermione shouted. She was beginning to cry. "That can't be!"

"We won't you to know that we love you very, very much, and you will always be our daughter…" But again she was cut off.

"Where are my real parents?" shouted Hermione. Grief had been overcome with anger.

"Why did you adopt me? Where was I born; why would my real parents abandon me?" Hermione choked back tears.

"We…" but she had already gone.

Hermione ran upstairs and slammed the door. Adopted? Her? How could this be? Millions of questions were running through her head. What would Ron and Harry think? Who are her real parents?

Then it hit her. If the muggles downstairs aren't really her parents, then what were her parents? Was it possible that they were wizards? She shook herself; she had to find out. Wiping her eyes, she opened the door a tiny crack. From her vantage point above the stairs, she could see her parents still sitting at the table. Her 'father' or so she thought, was comforting his wife. Hermione couldn't even bare to say parents in her head anymore. The wife was crying. Hermione's anger flared. They should be sad? What is this? She should be the one getting the comforting; she should be the one who getting a helping hand!

Gathering up her courage, and wiping away her tears, she walked out onto the landing and down the stairs. Her former parents snapped awake to her presence at the bottom of the stairs. She breathed in deeply.

"Who are my real parents?" she asked, trying hard not to cry again.

"Hermione, please, your mother-" Her former father started.

"MOTHER?" Hermione shouted. "MOTHER? She's not my mother and you are not my father! You are the people that lied to me my entire life!"

Hermione's former mother suddenly burst out into a fresh wave of tears and ran out of the room, knocking over a vase as she did.
Hermione immediately felt a twang of guilt. She couldn't help but feel sorry, but was determined not to let it show. Her so called father dropped his gaze to the floor and went to follow her, but Hermione stopped him.

"Who are my real parents?" she repeated.

"We don't know, if you want names we don't have them." He replied solemnly.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, this time less harshly. Her former father sat down again. He didn't look up though.

"We never knew who they were. No one did."

"What?"

"Your mother came rushing into hospital the night you were born. She was admitted and not so long after you came into the world. She never spoke to anyone; she didn't even say her name. The nurses asked plenty of questions, but no reply. Soon after you were born, she disappeared. No one saw her leave. They were then left with you. She never came back. Notices appeared, there were appeals, but she never made contact again. By that time, your mother and I had just discovered that we couldn't have children. We still wanted a child though. Adoption was the only option. We applied for a child, about the same time you were put up. The social worker contacted us not so soon after. A newborn girl was a perfect option for us. We then took you in and raised you to the beautiful young lady you are today."

He looked up with Hermione in an expression of deep love and extended a hand. Hermione shrunk back from him, and he pulled it back. Looking at the floor again, he stood up and picked up the vase his wife had knocked over. Hermione could hear her crying in the next room.

"Wait!" she called. Her former father stopped and looked back at her.

"What was the name of the hospital?" she asked.

"The Godric's Hollow Mercy."