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Hermione looked around the room. Her mother was crying. Her father looked upset, almost close to tears, he looked worse than when South Africa had beaten England in the rugby world cup, and he wasn't the same for days after that. She wondered what was going on.
It felt like hours passed before Hermione's mother raised her head and said.
"Hermione, we have something we have to tell you."
Hermione sat down next to her mother, wondering what it could be to make her mother look this upset. She tried to put her arm round her mother, but her mother pulled away, as if she couldn't bear to touch her.
Then she stated quite simply.
"You're not our real daughter. We're part of the order of the phoenix protecting you."
Hermione couldn't think of anything to say. With that sentence her whole world had come crashing down. Everything that she thought she had known had gone. She was no longer Hermione Granger, She was.. She didn't even know that much.
Her father moved across the room and sat down on the chair opposite Hermione and said. "We were desperate for a child, absolutely desperate. We found out, that we could never have children. And then, than.." He stopped trying to think of how to explain the next part of the story.
"Dumbledore appeared on our doorstep. He was one of our last contacts in the wizarding world, One of the only wizards we knew would die fighting for the light, we knew we could trust him because he was never, never a dark wizard. He was holding in his arms a small bundle." He broke off, his eyes overcome with tears. "In that bundle, you were, the only daughter of Lord and Lady D'Neiro, Two of our Order of the Phoenix that had fled to America after being persecuted by death eaters."
Hermione's mother picked up the story, "We fell in love with you instantly. We had to take you in. Dumbledore warned us, that it would break our hearts when we had to tell you that you weren't ours. He was right, as usual". She said stopping.
Hermione thought to herself that it was a very dumbledoreish thing to leave babies on doorsteps, First Harry , then herself. She wondered how many other wizards and witches had been brought up with Muggles, lied to for years. Some probably never found out the truth, Orphans of war, just like Harry.
"So what happened to my real parents?" She asked, the words sounding strange on her tongue, like a foreign language.
"Their fine. We think, they managed to find a quiet place in the middle of America, somewhere unplottable, just like Hogwarts. We received a letter from them this morning. They want to meet you, to see you, to know you. If that is what you want?"
"I'm not sure." Hermione said thinking. Her brain was a whirl of thought. Did she really want to see these inposters into her perfect life? She decided that yes she did. Even if it was only to fill up the void that would now follow her forever.
"Yes." She said. "I would like to see them" She added. In a more definite voice.
"Then I will write back to them and tell them that." Her mother said calmly as if all life had been sucked from her.
"Mum, Dad?" Hermione said.
Her parents looked up to listen.
"I still love you both".
