Do not own Harry Potter
A seventeen-year-old Hermione Granger walked down the middle between two of the four long tables in the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Everyone saw nothing different with the Gryffindor book-worm. Because she was walking and reading at the same time. At 7:30 in the morning, on the first day of school, right before breakfast.
Due to Hermione being engrossed in her book, she didn't see the high-heeled shoe of Pansy Parkinson in her way. Resulting in her tripping.
The Slytherins laughs echoed around the hall as they watched Hermione scramble off of the floor, trying to right herself. Her best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley appeared next to their friend. Harry helped Hermione up, while Ron picked up her books.
Hermione flushed a deep red, and muttered her thanks to the boys.
"How about you start reading at the table instead of before." Ron muttered while handing Hermione her books.
Harry wound his arm around her waist protectively, and glared at anyone who was still laughing at her. Hermione rolled her eyes at her boyfriends antics. They have been going out since the middle of summer. Harry and Ginny thought it would be a good idea with seeing other people. So they each picked out a person to go out with. Harry got Hermione, while Ginny got Colin Creevy.
"You okay love?" Harry asked.
"Fine Harry." she replied and sat down next to him at the Gryffindor table across from Ron.
The two boys piled food onto their plates while Hermione pulled one of her books Ron picked up towards her. Finding her place in the book and continued to read.
She didn't even look up when the mail came.
Ron looked up and saw a owl holding a black envelope. He instantly paled at the sight. He poked Harry and pointed up at the owl. Harry gave Ron an annoyed look but his face fell when he saw the black envelope. They seen them many of the letters. It meant some died in their family.
The owl dropped the letter in front of Hermione who still wasn't paying attention.
"Hermione. Look." Harry whispered.
Hermione put down her book and looked at the letter in Harry's hand. All color left her face as she stared at the letter. Hoping that her parents weren't harmed, was what she was thinking.
"Do you want me to open it?" Harry asked.
Hermione shook her head and took the letter from his hand and slowly took out a crisp white sheet of parchment out of the black envelope.
Tears welled up in her when her guess was false. She quickly stood up and ran out of the Great Hall as the tears started to fall. Everyone stared in shock at the Gryffindor as she ran out. Even the teachers look at her with pity.
She kept running until she reached Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Entering the haunted bathroom she entered a stall and slid down the wall and started to cry. The letter was still clenched in her hand, but now it was crumbled.
Her let a sob escape between her lips. She could hear the high pitch moans of Myrtle form the next toilet over.
'Why did this happen?' she thought. 'They did nothing wrong! They were innocent.'
She missed the morning lessons and missed half of lunch until the Headmaster found her.
"Miss Granger, I think it's time to tell you the truth." Albus Dumbledore said as he gently helped her up from the cold tiled floor.
"How did you find me?" Hermione rasped out. Her throat sore form crying.
"I simply asked the castle." was all he said.
They walked the halls in silence. Then up past the gargoyle that guards his office (password is chocolate flies). Dumbledore gestured for Hermione to take a seat in front of his massive desk as he sat himself behind it. He also offered a lemon drop, which she declined.
"Now Hermione, I told you earlier about telling you the truth. The truth is that you are not who you think you are."
"What do you mean?"
"You are not the daughter of the late Mr. and Mrs. Granger. You're not even a muggleborn."
"Sir, you must be mistaken. I know that they my adoptive parents. I know that I'm adopted. But tell me why you brought me here."
"You were born in a different time," he went on. "You were born to four people. And you are the sister of two older and one younger brother."
"Headmaster, you told me it was impossible to time travel forward in time." Hermione squeaked.
"That was before I found a lost spell that was created to bring forth a person a number of years." he answered.
"You also said I had brothers. And I was born to four people. This is not possible!"
"My dear, you must calm down. I did say those words. A spell was cast on a women to issue a heir between two of the most powerful families." he tried to soothe, but failed beautifully.
"That's! That's! That's! I cant describe this!" Hermione said quickly. She was absolutely deserbed by this. "But what about the brothers?"
Dumbledore chuckled. "Two of them are blood brothers. The other one didn't have any siblings. Expect for you. I sent for your oldest brother, he should be here. Now." he answered when someone knocked. "Come in." he called happily.
The door opened and there stood in all his glory. Her professor. Severus Snape
I was writing this during class.