A/N this is the prequel to Hermione's revelations.

Disclaimer: if I was Ms. Rowling I would have a British flag on my profile not an American so what do you think, nope I do not own it.

Hermione looked up and laughed here she was happy with the woman she loved and their child in her arms. How had life gotten this good, after something so tragic?

-Flashback-

There were flashing lights and sirens, but strangely that was not what awoke the five year old up from her slumber. What had done the trick was the vision of her parents' funeral on a spring day and her standing there only five years old but a new orphan. It had seemed so real she could feel the wind blowing though her unmanageable hair and she could smell the roses in the garden and the tulips on the caskets. The caskets were closed.

She had been awake for nearly an hour before the sirens started and she saw the lights. That really made her scared. After a nightmare like that who wouldn't be?

When a woman dressed in uniform came into her room, all Hermione could think is that her nightmare was real, "my parents are dead aren't they?"

The officer who thought that the orphan was still unconscious was shocked and confused as to how the girl had known.

She knelt down by the girl, "Hello Hermione," she said in a soft voice, "My name is Maria Johnson, I am here to report to you what happened and ask you where you would like to stay for the next few nights until we can figure out where you will permanently be staying."

The woman smiled sincerely, "first I have to tell you that your parents got in a car crash tonight. They were hit by a drunk driver, and are both in a better place now. I'm so sorry dear, I know you must be sad." The woman was tearing up but after wiping her eyes on her handkerchief she managed to go on, "so you have a few choices as to where you can stay the next few nights, your grandparents on either side, your aunt Kerrey's house, or a foster home."

Hermione decided to stay with her aunt, and that was that.

The court eventually gave her aunt and uncle full custody.

-End flashback-

Those were terrible times, but they were gone now. Or were they?

She looked at her husband, they should be…

-Flashback-

The first months with her aunt were just fine, her uncle was never home and they had no children of their own. Every thing was fine until…

The front door slammed closed. The shake that it had caused broke the kitchen windows.

Kerrey walked into the kitchen holding a basket of laundry and asked, "What's the matter honey?"

"What's the matter? What's the matter? I'll tell you what's the matter" he approached her and put his hands on her chest while saying, "I GOT FIRED THAT'S WHAT'S THE MATTER!" he shoved.

The fairly small woman just flew across the room, laundry flying every where, until she hit the wall, hard.

Once she had hit he grabbed her punched her. She struggled against his hold until she remembered what her mother had taught her from an early age, a knee's true use.

He had to let go of her as he doubled over in pain. In that second she managed to get away. She ran to the living room, scooped up her niece, and made a run for it. The only problem with her plan was that he was faster than she, and quickly caught up.

He dragged her to the ground and proceeded to punch her in the face as hard as her could.

Hermione screamed and all of the sudden the man who had begun to become a father figure for her was on the floor lifeless.

Hermione crawled over to her aunt who barley managed a smile and a weak "Thank you." before her eyes closed and she, like Hermione's parents, was in a better place.

Just then a team of aurers popped into the house. When they saw the state of the interior they scooped up Hermione and dissaperated out of the muggle building.

Hermione felt like she was back in her mother's womb, she was being pressed on from all directions. She couldn't breath. Then suddenly, she could.

"What's going on?" she asked suddenly, "What was that?"

A woman came up to her, "would you like something to drink or eat? You can have anything you want."

The girl thought for a minute, "Could I have some spiced cider and maybe some sourdough bread. I have a feeling you guys are going to be talking for quite a while."

The woman laughed "You are right, youngster"

"Please don't call me that!" the girl snapped.

"Okay Hermione I won't" the woman said before walking out of the room to fulfill the girls request.

She came back with that food and some more: cheese, ham and grapes as well as the mini baguette.

Hermione thanked the woman and sat intently waiting for what they had to tell her.

"Hermione, you killed your uncle this evening and normally you would immediately be sent to prison for that but considering the facts I think that it will be overlooked-"

"You can stop going on about it. I just want to say one thing: if I killed him I must be a witch. Am I right?" Hermione inquired.

The woman was stunned, "How on earth did you figure that one out?"

"Well it was the transportation that gave it away" Hermione said matter-of-factly.

The woman was astounded this girl had a head on her shoulders, "Okay well one more thing: those parents weren't your real parents and you've got a brother his name is Harry potter."

A/N what did you think it's okay I can take it –flinches-, no seriously I can so any feedback is wanted. Was it to cheesy or was it unrealistic. I need help lack of advice is killing me!