Chapter 2~ The Darkness Adopting Me

All of a sudden my world crashed all around me. My floor disappeared from my shaking feet, sending me deeper into my own living nightmare. And my every breath seemed to trap me, suffocating and chocking me. My whole life now had no purpose, because in that flash of a second, my life my torn away from my ever so strong grip I had built on it.

I felt my eyes watered without me knowing slow tear trickled down my face, as I thought about what was left for me, Nothing. I didn't feel the need to do or say anything, but the one thing that kept me going was my Courage. So I looked into those sparkling blue eyes and for the first time I saw regret in them, why, well that I may never know. " Darling Hermione I am so deeply sorry I cannot express my sorrow and pain for you, but sadly I cannot undo what the past has done this time around." I understood every word he said but didn't want to believe them.

"How?" was all I replied back I then heard my voice crack and shake and felt tears pore from my depressed brown eyes, drenching my soft cheeks. Dumbledore took a deep breath and said "A muggle car accident, unfortunately there was a drunken drive, the man was driving on the wrong side of the rode and sadly your father did not have enough time to get out of the way. Both of your parents were killed immediately." Hearing the words that my parents were dead and there was nothing anyone could do about it, caused me to break right there in front of nine grown men, that were giving me all there sympathy, but I did not care for one fraction of it.

Dumbledore stood and walked over to me and slowly rapped his long warm arms, I slowed my head into his chest and wept and wept. ' NO' I kept on yelling into his robes, crying on about how this couldn't be real, how this is just a dream, how they were all lying to her just to cause her pain. " Shhhhh, hush now child….this will all be over in the blink of an eye, the breaking of a heart… they loved you, and they always will… there are only gone in memory, but never will they leave us in spirit… were all here for you, Dear…" Dumbledore kept repeating things like that over and over as I uncontrollably sobbed into his warm embrace.

And after what felt like years, I finally can to my proper senses and looked up at him and said "What am I going to do, I mean I have no family left, and I have no clue where to go to, or who.." all these new questions started rumbling up in my head.

As Dumbledore slowly sat me back in my chair and walked up to his desk he said "Well that's what we are all here for," as he nodded in a gesture to all the other men. ", you see Hermione there are some deeply scaring and emotional things that were left out of your left, and under this point did I, we, have the power to tell you." He slowly reached into his desk and pulled out a extremely large folder bulging from the top. This drew all my attention to it. " Now Hermione you must understand that what I am about to tell you is only for your own safety and we would never do anything to harm you or put you in any kind of danger, but you must know this information, so we can keep you in as much of a safe environment as possible. Everything thing I am about to tell you have to stay between our ears and our ears only, do you understand, No telling Mr. Weasley, and certainly NO telling Mr. Potter, understood?" I don't think I have ever seen him in such an anxious mood, yet be so calm. But all that out of the way I vastly shook my head, eager yet a little frightened to hear the news.

"Well then Hermione I must have your undivided attention, because what I am about to tell you can NEVER, be repeated." Again I nodded my head, my curls bouncing up and down. Dumbledore then reached down and scooped up his wand and whispered so weird French-sounding words and a sort of sheer light blue blanket shot out of his wand and covered all of us, making me feel as if I was in a bubble. Everybody sort of sat back as if they were about to hear a long story. "Let's begin, now Hermione the day you were born way the day that everybody we so dearly excited, Dark and Light side, and the reason for that is The Dark Side to deeply worship and praise you, The Light Side to hunt and kill you."

My eyes budged to about the size of a buldger. Was I shocked? Um yes to say the absolute minimum, but eager to keep listening. "and as I promised, I must answer those question, now the reason why the reason why The Dark Side wanted to worship you was because both of your parents were perhaps one of the most respected and powerful people in the world." He held up a finger in seeing my confusion. "Now, your parents that you grew up with and loved, and whom were both muggle dentists, yes there not actually your birth parents. You see, Mr. and Mrs. Granger adopted you, when your real parents died, and you were put in a muggle orphanage, Mr. and Mrs. Granger were never able to conceive a child, and after months and months of miscarriages, they gave up all hope and resigned to adoption. And they day that they went to the orphanage, was the day you were placed in. As soon as they saw that adorable child place in that tiny crib they fell in love." He took a pause, to let all this information sink in. Disbelief was the first thing that ran through my head. "And how do you know this?" I asked.

I few men chuckled at my cocky tone." The reason I know this is because, I was there the day you were adopted, now to answer that question I must go back a little and describe some, as I have seem to have gotten ahead of myself. You see, your birth parents names were, Eliana Rosemary Chandler-Buchanon, and Anthony Mason Buchanon, both a dashing couple, had elegant, rich looks. Both came from rich, powerful, pureblood families. Both graduated top students of there year, your mother from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and your father here at Hogwarts, and was good friends with most every man sitting in this room. They were unstoppable fighters, had cunning minds, and together made a unstoppable couple," he stood up and handed me five photos.

I timidly grabbed them and looked through them. The first being of a beautiful, no beautiful doesn't even cut it, women, she was averagely tall, had long stunningly blonde hair, soft pale facial features with high cheekbones, rosy cheeks and lips, and the most gorgeous captivating blue eyes. She was wearing a silk blue Beauxbatons uniform, and looked about my age. This photo made my eyes start me water as she was waving and blushed as wind blew her hair back. The next photo was a very tall man with stunning looks, and a muscly body form. He was a little tan and have flawless skin, with freckles dashed everywhere about his face. He had dark brown, almost black, hair. And again had the most beautiful stunning blue eyes. In this photo he had a Slytherin uniform on and was holding a broomstick, he winked and then, possibly more skillfully than Harry, took off flying in the air. The next photo was them together, there was so much love and affection in their eyes that I could hardly look away, both looked about the same age as me, he had his arms wrapped around her lovingly and gave her neck and light peck of affection, causing her to blush, and then her rubbed his hands up and down her stomach causing me to look at them, I then saw that her stomach was lightly bulging as she must have been pregnant at that time, I stared at her stomach shocked at the thought that I was in there, this caused a single tear to slowly roll down my face. So I swiped it away and moved on to the next one. It was tiny baby girl wrapped up in a light pink blanket with soft almost black hair and bright blue eyes, she was smiling and then yawned as she got picked up by a nurse and was placed in my mother's arms, as she happily grabbed the baby and cuddled her with the most broad smile on her face and tears rolling down it, my father then appeared the same expression on his face, and the happiness on both of their face looked like it would be banished even with a Avada Kedavra. and I started to hiccup and cry and I realized that, that baby was me and just how much they loved me. And the last photo was my mother and father on a huge beg, with my mother holding me and whispering the most loving things to me as my father held me and my mother stroking my hair and smiling.

I looked up from the photos and smiled and whipped away my tears once again, Dumbledore smiled back at me and began talking "You keep those, and just remember that they had no chose in giving you up. Now where was I, ah yes. Ok so, the day you were born, you parents were overjoyed, and even more so for the next two days, but you see, on your third day something terrible happened, something not even I nor the dark lord could stop, you see in the Buchanon Manor on that day, and group of members of the Order of the Phoenix broke into the Manor, they were Alastor Moody, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin, and a few others, if I remember correctly. They all wanted to kill you and your parents. The reason being that, the Dark Lord had only months before killed the Mr. and Mrs. Potter and so it was said that the Dark Lord wanted to get his hands on you and use you as a weapon, as he believed that you would be very powerful coming from the parents you did. And so the Men in the Order wanted revenge to kill The Dark Lords main weapon as he did the same. And that day a killing curse shot out of Alastor Moody's wand and killed both your parents. They left after that, not seeing you as you were at in the nursery. The next day your parents were found and your Godparents had taken you, and I went to seek them out. When I found them I told them about how you were in grave danger, and how if we put you in a muggle orphanage and sent you to Hogwarts how you would be safe with me, they imminently handed you over not wanting you to be in any type of danger. And that was the day I placed you in the orphanage." I slowly took in all that information, and asked "who are my Godparents?"

Just in that moment to my right I heard a deep voice say "I am" My head shot over and saw that it was Mr. Nott who had said it, with a smile on his face. I was now used to all the shock as next another voice said "Yes he is your Godfather and your Godmother is my wife" again I saw that Lucius Malfoy had said. I thought about his wife and how I had never met her but heard of her and how she came from the Black family. "Oh." Was all I could say in response.

I looked up to Dumbledore as if he would take this awkward pause off my shoulders. And he did "Yes, Hermione they are both your Godparents and as proper Godparents, you must go live with them."