Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, the only thing I can call my own is the plot. This is being done with no comercial purpose, it's an hobby and nothing else.
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"letters, secrets and some revelations"
Ginny entered Hermione's dark room. Her friend was by the window looking outside; she was crying Ginny knew it. "Hermione, are you alright?", "I'm just fine Ginny. What is it?" she spitted back.
"Don't need to talk to me that way! Pardon me for caring, here" she threw a letter to her friend "it has your name."
"Thank you very much!" Hermione replied with a cold voice.
"Your welcome, I think it's best to leave you alone" Ginny was heading to the door when Hermione turned around and with a weak voice called out "Ginny, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to talk to you that way..." Ginny hugged her friend "It's alright, I get it. I better leave".
Hermione waited for her friend to go and seated on the bed with the envelope on her hands. She opened it and another smaller envelope fell together with it come a note. She took the note, and recognized the handwriting. It was from her mother!
"Hermione,
I guess we must have failed or you wouldn't receive this letter. Either we are dead or we are missing. If we happen to be missing, please don't go and look for us. For reasons that must remain a secret from you, we had to run away.
We have faith that you will do the right thing and that everything will be alright.
Please forgive us, we love you very much
Mom and Dad"
More tears fell from her eyes. They left her, why? Why would they do such a thing?
Wait there was another envelope, maybe they had explained better what had happen in that letter. But as Hermione took the envelope in her hands she couldn't recognize the handwriting. Curiosity took the best out of her and she opened the envelope to find another small but this time old paper with a strange handwriting.
"Hermione Jane Granter,
My name is Michael Granter and I'm your biological father. I must imagine your shock when reading this. No Hermione this is not a lie or a prank, I am your father.
It's a long story, too long for me to tell it in a letter but there are some things you must know.
You are Hermione Jane Granter daughter of Ana and Michael Granter, the last lord the Nocturnal Knights. In your veins runs the blood of the greatest vampyric house.
I am a vampire; however, your mother isn't so you aren't either. You are a damphir, half-vampire half-human. You inherit my power over the night and over the four elements and none of my weakness. You also have magical blood which makes you a witch but a much more powerful one.
As I said before, I am the last lord of the Nocturnal Knights and (if I'm not mistaken) will be their lady.
Now Hermione I cannot give you much information about the knights, I'm afraid someone else will read this. But I can tell you this: we are the oldest order ever to be known and registered in the oldest magical book of secret societies. I do hope you will find it.
You find the book and you will know our history. You find it Hermione and you will know your real identity.
With love, Michael Granter"
Hermione couldn't believe in what she had read. She was a what? How could it be? She was adopted!
She was okay. She only needed to calm down and think it over. There should be someone that could help her…Dumbledore! He would know what to do! The next day she should talk to him and ask for advices.
It was late she better get some sleep.
It was right before falling asleep, when she still had some piece of conscience awake that she said "I must be the only person in this earth whose life is so messed up".
How wrong she was for far away in a lonely mansion a man had just found his dead wife on the floor before him. And for the first time in a long time, that man doubted the true power of his master…
