Disclaimer: Every one knows "Harry Potter" belongs to J.K. Rowling. . .therefore the plot and middle names are mine. . .so Enjoy! XD

Chapter 1: Reminiscence of the Past

A Bond That Never Breaks

ShadowsNite

& ( ) 17 years later... Hermione's house

Hermione sighed leaning her head against the cool glass window that was the Heads compartment of the Hogwarts Express. She should be happy about being Head Girl. She should be happy that Voldemort was low on Horcruxes. Harry had spent the entire summer getting rid of most of them. Only two remained: Voldemort himself and his stupid Snake of a Horcrux. She should be happy that she was 17 and going into her last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But something was just bothering her. Okay so she knew what that 'something' was.

On her 17th birthday her parents had told her about her true heritage. She slumped down in her chair her hazel chocolate eyes glazing over as she was forced to remember the events of that day...

Flashback

She had awoken just like any other day. Only she knew today was no ordinary day. Today she was seventeen. She smiled to herself as the smell of homemade waffles wafted through her open door. Getting up she slipped on her black fluffy slippers and padded down to the kitchen. "Morning Mum! Need any help with breakfast?" She asked this question every morning and got the same answer every time.

"No! No, honey it's no bother. Now go and set the table and then go join your father in the living area." Hermione's mother, Suzanna Marie Granger, would always give the same answer but this time, it sounded different. She sounded more anxious, like she was trying to hide something. 'Probably just my Present, or something.' Hermione thought with a frown. Going to the cabinets she grabbed the necessities she needed to set the table. After she finished she kissed her mothers cheek before going into the next room where her father and younger two brothers were. Daniel Anthony and Alexander Charles Granger playing their new X-box 360 while her father, Robert Charles Granger was playing with them with his Bird((A/N you know the wireless controllers yeah he's playing with that)). She smiled at the familiar scene that was summer mornings. Walking over to her father she gave him a kiss before ruffling her brothers' hair and grabbing a controller of her own and joining the fun that was computer gaming.

Thirty minuets late Suzanna came into the room drying her hands off with her apron. "Alright, Breakfast is ready." When no one moved she sighed looking at her husband for help. When she received none she rolled her eyes and smirked to herself, "Hermione, Ron owled. He said Harry is critically injured and at St. Mungo's for healing. He also said that his love for you is equivalent to that of a thousand Suns." That got to her. Hermione yelped jumping up at the same time accidentally kicking off the controllers and the game. A look of horror crossed her face as she looked at her mother and then realization crossed her face and she slumped to the floor her legs crossed and arms folded with a scowl stuck on her face. The Granger boys looked at what happened and groaned when they realized they would have to start their game all over again.

Getting up they made their way to the dining room mumbling about cruel mothers and crazy sisters before they spotted the homemade pancakes sitting in the middle of the table. Licking their lips they took their seats, Daniel at the end of the table while Alex took the seat on Roberts left; Hermione on Alex's right. Hermione's Aunt Judy, who brought it upon herself to join the family whenever, sat at the end of the table. Suzanna sat Robert's right. While Bobby took the head seat facing the door. When Hermione had questioned her fathers' actions he had smiled at her and told her it was a habit that his side of the family had. To make sure his family was safe he would watch the door when any visitors came to them during any meal time.

"Alright, dig in everyone. But not too much." Hermione's mother said as she started to pass out pancakes.

"Uhm…mum, dad? Aren't you forgetting something? Like someone's birthday, maybe?" Hermione asked looking at her parents expectantly. When her parents just looked at her impassively she sighed and kicked Alex under the table for laughing in his hand before trying again. "You do remember that my 17th birthday is today, don't you?"

Choking in his glass of Orange Juice Hermione's father looked at her incredulously, "Mya, how could we ever forget your birthday?"

"Oh, I could think of a few reasons, Bob" Judy mumbled under her breath while cutting her pancakes.

Robert stared at Judy his lips in a tight line and his eyes squinting slightly, "Don't you have somewhere to be? Like torturing some psychotic with your 'How do you feel about that?' questions?" it was like this every time Judy came over. Robert and Judy would have a battle of wits. It wasn't horrible. It was actually quite fun to watch unless you were caught in the middle.

At this Judy gave Bob a deadpan look, "I happen to help many people everyday with new revelations, Bob."

Robert smirked he caught her, "Name one."

"Well there was Hen—"

"He ended up killing himself two days after your first session with him."

"He killed himself because his girlfriend cheated on him! What about William."

"He's in an insane asylum now thanks to your never ending cheerleading attitude."

"Ok. Ok. There was Natasha."

"Prostitute. Died of AIDS."

"Andy!"

"Druggie."

"Gregory..."

"Cracker."

"Frederick...?..." Judy was running out of names and was slowing turning red while the Granger children and mother were snickering under their napkins or juice.

"Which one? The Dealer or the Convict?"

"Both! No, I mean--Ok fine. Maybe some of my cases weren't as successful as I would have hoped but I am a well respected Psychiatrist around these parts." Judy huffed dropping her fork against her plate of now cold pancakes.

"I'm sure."

"BOB!"

"SUZANNA!"

"JUDY!"

"HERMIONE!"

"DON'T BRING ME INTO THIS, ALEX!!"

"WHAT THE HELL DID I DO? DANNY!"

"ALEXANDER!"

"WHAT?!"

"EXCUSE ME?"

". . . . . .IT WAS DANNY!!!"

"Smooth brother...blame me why don't you?"

"Well I was going to but now that I have your permission okay, I mean what was I supposed to do?"

"I am no rocket scientist, but I do believe your supposed to take the blame, dear brother."

"Go screw a monkey, Mione..."

"Age before beauty."

"Alright you heard her, Bob, your oldest."

"I believe that was a conversation between the children, Judy."

"Exactly."

"Bob eat your breakfast and shut up."

"Yes ma'am..."

"Oh. Get Told."

"Where the hell was that from, Danny?"

". . .Jillian. . ."

"I knew your dating an American was bad. Just look what she's done. You've gone. . .what the duce do they call it?"

"Gangsta, mom, Gangsta."

"Oh yes that's right."

"Ok! Can we get back to me and how unfair it is that you forgot my birthday?"

"Oh honey. One of these days your going to learn that your mother and I just don't care."

"Aunt Judy!!"

"He's kidding Mya. He's only saying because he forgot to buy you a birthday present."

Hermione's eyes widened at her words before she turned to her father pinning him with her glare. She was about to question him when there was a tapping on the kitchen window. "Saved by the owl…" Her father muttered when she got up to get the letter the owl was sure to have.

"It's from Harry. Wishing me a happy birthday. . .ya-da ya-da. . . has tickets for all of us to see some concert. . . misses me. . . Ron's new girlfriend driving him crazy. . . Ginny's PMS-ing again. . . gained 50 pounds off of Molly's cooking. . . Quidditch. . . a surprise party. . . slowly killed by Ron and others 'cause he told me anyway. . . Same old. Same old." Hermione shrugged and put the letter down on the table and resumed eating while the others just stared at her.

Her mother sighed again before putting her plate away, "Well call Harry and tell him to come over whenever and to bring his magic stuff. . . we're going to need an expansion and glamour spell to fit everyone here. . . or we could go to P.F. Chengs. . .What do you think, Bob?" (A/N if you haven't been there. Then you don't know Chinese food. It's the best!)

"It's a waste of time and I hate it. . ." he responded without looking up from his 3rd pancake.

"Alright that settles it. We're going to P.F. Chengs." Her mother clapped her hands together as if sealing the deal.

& ( ) later that day. . .but not quite dinner. . . & ( )

"GRANGERS!!!! GET YOUR SORRY BUTTS DOWN HERE, NOW!!!" Bob's tenor voice sounded through the entire house and possibly the entire city of London. But that might be pushing it a bit.

Running out of her room Hermione crashed into Daniel, who ended up bumping into Alex, who pushed Judy down the stairs, who grabbed onto the nearest object ,which happened to be Alex, to stop her fall, but ended up pulling him down with her who ended up grabbing a hold Danny's shirt sleeve ripping it off, which only pissed off Danny who ended up tackling Alex which only made their trip down the stairs harder and more painful. Hermione, who, at the moment, seemed to be the only sane one in the household, watched the entire scene unfold before her. Her head bobbing with every step any of the Granger's happened to land on, which just happened to be all 25 of them. After the stair trip the Granger boys and Judy lay in a tangled heap at the bottom of the stairs. Robert had his arms crossed and a look of amusement mixed with annoyance on his face as Hermione made her way down the stairs as if nothing had happened at all.

"Alright get up you three we need to talk." Susanna said standing next to Robert her face was flushed slightly as if Robert and she had just finished an argument.

Nodding the three on the floor untangled themselves and moved to the living room taking their designated seats; Danny and Alex on the floor, Hermione and Judy on the loveseat, and the Granger parents on the couch. After a moment of awkward silence Susanna sighed and spoke, "Hermione, honey, you know that we love you dearly and that nothing will ever change that, right?"

Hermione watched her parents warily, 'What are they going on about? Has something happened?' "Well yeah, of course, mum. Why? What's wrong?" Hermione's sharp eyes caught the cringe Susanna made when Hermione called her mum. Now she was worried and was mentally preparing herself for whatever came next.

Hermione's mother just shook her head. Her face was turning a sickly splotchy red the tall-tale sign that she was on the verge of tears and was unable to speak. When Robert noticed this he put his arm around her shoulders and continued from where she left off. "Hermione, we probably should have told you earlier in your life but now that your about to leave us we think it's only fair to let you know," At this Robert stopped in his little speech his breathing was shallow and ragged another sign that he didn't want to talk.

"Look, you guy's whatever you have to tell me you can just say it. I'm sure I can handle whatever it is your about to tell me." Hermione, who was slowly loosing her calm, decided that she wanted to know what her parents where hiding and she wanted to know now.

Robert smiled. His 'daughter' always was blunt when she wanted to know something. "Alright Hermione, calm down. You see eighteen years ago we found out that we were unable to have children. Your mother and I were completely devastated, being newly weds and having sturdy jobs we had wanted to start a family early enough to have grandchildren and watch them grow. We had tried many times ((at this the Granger children and Judy shuddered)) and all had come up with nothing. After our last attempt failed we decided we had to adopt. So for months, we searched and searched but none of the children seemed right to us.

"Finally we came to this one agency it was supposed to be the best kept. Almost every family who had ever visited this agency adopted. It was our last hope and it seemed as if luck was on our side. You see when we came in we heard a baby crying. As it were, none of the nurses seemed to be able to make the poor thing stop crying since the day she arrived. Susanna, being the good-hearted person she was, took the hysterical baby out of the equally hysterical nurse's arms. As soon as the baby was in her arms she immediately stopped crying. It was a miracle, they said, the baby arrived two week prior to our arrival and when the poor thing woke she immediately burst into tears. Everyone insisted that we take the darling child we weren't sure if it was because everyone was exhausted or because they truly cared that we were able to calm the child. Whatever the reason we took her.

"Not much longer after that day we were visited by Dumbledore himself, may he rest in piece. It was quite a shock as he came walking out of our fireplace like it was an ordinary thing. Later we found out it actually was, but that's not the point. He told us that our new child possessed magic. When we questioned his sanity he merely laughed and told us all about the Wizarding world and how we should be prepared for her first accidental magic. 'It can be anything ranging from teleportation to creating a rainbow inside your house' he told us. He also told us that when she turned eleven she would be accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There she would be able to hone in on her magic and learn to control it. We did not believe him and asked him to leave when we regained our senses.

"Time passed and on our child's eleventh birthday and owl came rapping on our kitchen window. Sure enough it was a letter from this Hogwarts School. We were shocked beyond belief. It took us hours to let it all sink in. We decided that it would be a wise choice to let our daughter join this school and let her be among those who were exactly like her in every way. We have sat back and watched our daughter become who she is now. We have hid this secret from her long enough and now we have decided to tell you. Hermione, you are that little girl." When he finished his story everything seemed to become eerily quiet.

Hermione sat stock still in her seat, her eyes half closed as she thought this new information over. 'It does make sense. Danny and Alex are fourteen now. If they were anything like me then they would have been accepted to Hogwarts years ago. But what should I feel? Should I be angry. Should I be relieved? Should I feel grateful? What?'

'Hermione Anna Granger, you know exactly what you should feel. They may not be your biological parents but they raised you. Supported you in everyway they could. I will damn you myself if you distance yourself from them because of this.'

'Who the heck are you?'

'And they call you the smartest witch of your age. I'm your conscience, dimwit. You know the little voice inside your head that tells you what's what. Right from Wrong. You think you did all of those adventures on you own? On instinct? Oh please, honey, you may be good, but your not that good.'

'Oh great. This is just great. I'm being insulted by my own conscience. Now I've surely lost it. Alright you know what this conversation is completely mental. I declare this conversation OVER!!'

'She says…'

'Keep it up, buddy.'

'Or you'll do what?'

'. . .Alright. . .so maybe I haven't thought that far yet, but still!!'

'Yeah. Yeah. Your right this conversation is over. Besides your "Parents" are staring at you. . .might want to say something, and soon'

Shaking herself out of her mental conversation she looked around and saw that everyone was looking at her. Expecting some kind of reaction. Smiling she turned towards her 'Parents' and launched herself into their arms. "I don't care if you aren't my real parents. You raised me from almost birth and have supported me in everyway possible. If that isn't good parenting, then I don't know what is. I love you and I always will." Pulling out of the hug she looked at Robert and Susanna before smiling again. Turning to her 'Little brothers' she frowned slightly, "What about them? Alex and Danny, are they adopted too?"

After being deathly silent for the duration of her husband's speech Susanna finally spoke. "No, they are ours. Turns out that the doctor we went to was an amateur new-be fresh out of med-school. He had no idea what he was talking about and when we tried again we found that I was pregnant with twins. Everyone was shocked. Apparently the doctors' parents were way up there in the 'food chain' well respected and ridiculously rich. Whatever the son said was sure to be written in stone because of his heritage. No one was willing to point out that he didn't have a degree in maternal studies and we were foolish enough to believe what he said because no one spoke the truth. So when we tried again I was pregnant with my little boys." She finished ruffling her sons' hair. She turned to Hermione pulling something out of her pocket. It was a rumpled letter looked like it had been read numerous times. Smiling she handed her 'daughter' the letter, "This came with your adoption, honey. We were told it was with you when they found you on their door step. I am sure your real parents would have loved for you to have this. Along with your bracelet. We wanted you to have at least a little piece of your real heritage."

Hermione smiled politely before taking the letter and smoothing it out before reading it out loud.

"Our Dear Child,

Please understand that our choice did not come about easily. We tried thinking of anyway to keep you. But we found none. We are truly sorry and deeply remorseful. We hope your adoptive parents have treated you well and have given you the love you deserve. We are deeply thankful to them. There are 100 Galleons attached to this letter. It is for anything your parents may need help with. Just because we gave you up to strangers does not mean we do not love you. Your mother has been driven to tears just thinking about losing you. But our world is no place for an innocent young one to grow up in. Much less be used for someone else's entertainment. We hope to see you soon.

Love always,

CAZ, TGZ, BBZ, NEM, LKM and DXM"

Turning to Robert and Susanna her eyes held confusion, "CAZ, TGZ, BBZ, NEM, LKM, and DXM? What are those? Secret code names or something?"

Robert spoke this time although his voice held less confidence. "We have reason to believe that they are your family's initials. And possible guardians. We aren't entirely sure about the last three. . ." he was about to go on but the fireplace suddenly roared to life and Harry Potter a.k.a. The-Boy-Who-Lived and Ronald Weasley walked out of the fireplace, dusting left over soot from their cloaks. Looking up they smiled and waved slightly before moving out of the way. Unfortunately, neither boy was quick enough and was soon trampled by the Weasley Twins. Their shop turned out to be a huge hit and was now located in several popular wizarding towns and villages, including Hogsmeade. Had they not fallen on Harry they would have moved out of the 'walkway' and would not have been squashed by Bill and Charlie Weasley were the next out of the fireplace. Followed by Ginny, Ginerva Weasley, and Fleur Delacour, fiancé to Bill Weasley. Unable to take even the smallest of steps Ginny was kicked to the floor by one of the Weasley boys' foot; who in turn grabbed onto Fleur for assistance, who was annoyingly weak and lacked balance, and was pulled to the ground immediately; falling on top of Ginny and joining the Weasley pile. Not soon after did Mr. and Mrs. Weasley come out from the fire place. Looking out at his sons, adopted son, daughter-in-law-to-be, and daughter Mr. Weasley simply stepped over the human pile and turned around to help his loving wife. After carefully untangling themselves the Weasley's plus two stood up in a line and greeted the Granger family accordingly.

After everyone arrived the Grangers began their speech as to what and where they would be dining that night. After the speech every Wizard or Witch that was of age transfigured their clothes into proper Muggle Dining wear. As it were the rest of the night was a blur full of laughter and joy and most of all presents for a newly seventeen year old.

End Flashback

& ( )

End Chapter.

A/N:: Ok you guys, you all asked for it so here it is. Sorry for the way I ended the flashback but after a while I saw just how much I have written. Then ending was pretty lame but still. I want to thank all of my reviewers even though it was only 1 chapter and only the prologue you reviewed anyway.

Qoheleth – thank you for your review and the middle names were actually the spell check. Most of the names at Spanish and Lucius' is French. . . I think. . .but thank you anyway!!!

I-luv-fluff – thank you for liking it and the plot actually came from my best friend. She's just not into writing and she suggested I do this. Everything else is mine I am proud to say.

Aperfectattitude – again the creative names just came from the spell check. . . I originally wanted a different name but the computer was being stubborn.

ImperialGoddess-123 – thank you for the overly long review I actually blushed from your words. Thank you for your optimism. It was greatly appreciated.

Liz – thank you. It wasn't easy coming up with the prologue and it took me forever. But thank you!!!

Emmaline – I know the chapter was short but my going any further would have spoiled the moment. I hope you like this chapter as it was over 4 pages long. Thank you again. And just so you know I am a fan of long chapters so I will try to be as descriptive and provocative as possible. XD

DoubleKK and others who complain – I know Hermione's middle name is Jane but I dedicated the middle name to my best friend as thanks for giving me the idea... in my upcoming stories her name will go back to normal. So shut up and deal with it or go find another story to complain to. I just don't care at the moment. . . or ever for that matter. . .

Hermyrocks – here you go. Your update. I actually won't post any other chapters until I'm at least halfway through with the next one. Turns out I was. XD