Jane Granger coughed and looked up at Hermione.

"So you mean to say that… that dad isn't my real father?" asked Hermione, as her mother told her the story.

"Peter isn't your father Hermione."

"Well, who is?"

Jane sighed. "I'm not finished the story yet."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Mum… why did you hide this from me? And where did you go after you left my real father?"

Her mother fidgeted with the chair. "To Peter Granger. My parents would not help me, they were scared of me, I was the only witch in the family, yet they ignored me. My brother, William, always came first."

"What happened then?"

"We talked – a lot. He urged me to stay with him, when I agreed he placed the Fidelius charm on his house" explained Jane, "The next morning we agreed that we would pretend to be Muggles and when you got your Hogwarts letter at the age of eleven, we would tell everyone that you were the only witch of the family, muggle-born."

Hermione was standing now, and she was angry. "You mean to tell me, that I have been teased for my blood for years now, when really, I was half-blood?"

A tear trickled down her mothers left cheek. "Yes, that is exactly what I mean. We soon got married and preyed that He would not be back for us, that he would leave us alone and that you could live a happy life" said Jane, so softly, that Hermione could barely hear her.

Hermione fell back onto the lounge in anger. "Happy life? Happy life? I have spent my whole life with Harry and Ron, trying to stay alive, but with Voldemort in town, it's IMPOSSIBLE. I have been tormented for my blood and teased for being a 'know-it-all'! The only time I have ever actually been happy was with Harry and Ron! And now I learn, that my whole life has been a lie?" she sobbed.

Jane pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry."

Hermione pulled out of the hug and looked her mother straight in the eyes. "Well then, who is my real father?"

Jane sobbed even harder. "Your real father…" she sobbed, "is Tom Riddle."

"WHAT!" shrieked Hermione. "WHAT!"

"Hermione…"

"NO MUM, NO! YOU'RE… you're… no – I don't believe you!" cried Hermione.

"It's true – Hermione… please… I didn't know he would turn out to be such an evil wizard…" stuttered Jane.

"Do you know how much pain that man has brought me? How am I supposed to walk around knowing that that… thing is my biological father? How am I meant to laugh with Harry, knowing that my real father is the man who killed his parents? How?"

Jane sighed. "I don't know."

Hermione hugged her mother. "Mum… I'm… I'm sorry. I know it's not your fault – you didn't… realise at the time…"

Jane squeezed her daughter's hand. "Are you going to tell Harry?"

Hermione sighed. "I guess I'll have to… I can't hide the truth from my best friend."

***

It was the first of September and Harry, Ron and Hermione had just found an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express. Hermione knew she had to tell Harry one on one, without Ron. She felt that Ron would makes things seem even worse than they already were, and besides, Harry was the one who needed to know.

Hermione had had a conversation with Ginny earlier. She needed to get Ron away for a while so she could try to explain it all to Harry.

The door opened and they all looked up to see Ginny.

"Hey guys! I was just coming to tell you that Fred and George stole Mr. Humping" said Ginny, winking at Hermione when no one was looking.

"WHAT!" screamed Ron, jumping to his feet.

Ron began to whimper. "WHERE'S MR. HUMPING?"

Harry and Hermione were rolling around on the floor laughing.

Ginny smiled. "Oh Ron you big baby! Fred and George are sitting at the front of the train –."

Ginny was cut off by Ron, who had pushed her out of the way and was now stomping down the train looking for Mr. Humping.

Harry and Hermione finally picked themselves up off of the floor, still giggling a little.

"Mr. Humping? I'm guessing that's his teddy or something" grinned Harry.

Ginny smiled. "Yeah, Ron is the biggest baby EVER" she giggled, before turning and walking away back to her compartment.

Hermione looked up at Harry. Thanks to Ginny, they were alone and still giggling about Ron's teddy, Mr. Humping.

"Harry? I need to tell you something."

"Sure, go ahead" replied Harry, wiping tears of joy from his eyes.

Hermione explained everything her mother had told her. About how Voldemort had been obsessed with her at school, about how they had married, and about how they had a baby daughter and called her Hermione.

Harry was silent, allowing her to speak. When she was finished she began to sob. He put his arm around her and squeezed her. "It's okay Hermione; it's not your fault you were born from him. I understand your situation. I was born into a family who died, and then I was sent to live with the Dursleys. They're the worst kinds of Muggles you'll ever come across, but they're my family. I can't help it that they're my only relations left."

Hermione smiled sadly. "Thanks for understanding Harry, but… but what if that happens to me? Mum dies and my only… only relation is Him?"

Harry frowned. "I highly doubt that. If Voldemort loves your mother as much as you said, he won't want her dead."

Hermione smiled. "I guess… I guess you're right. I suppose the only thing I have left to worry about is if he comes after us…"

"Hermione, what ever happens, I will not let Voldemort touch you. He cannot penetrate the walls of Hogwarts while Dumbledore is headmaster." (A/n: In this story the gang are in their seventh year and Dumbledore is still alive!)

The door opened and Ron came in scowling.

"What's up with you?" asked Harry.

Ron held out his hands. They were covered in boils and giant pimples that were exploding every five seconds, and then growing back again.

"What happened?" asked Hermione.

Ron winced as two of the boils on his left hand exploded, sending pus flying everywhere. Crookshanks jumped as the pus covered his tail. "Fred and George were showing Lee Jordan this potion they made. I tripped and it fell out of Fred's hand and onto my hands. According to them, in twenty-four hours, there will be boils covering my whole entire body!"

"Uh… will they take a trip downstairs?" asked Harry.

Ron nodded, still wincing every fives seconds.

"And I still didn't get Mr. Humping back!" he scowled.

A/n: I hope you're all enjoying it. Sorry this chapter took a while to be put up, but tomorrows my birthday (15th of November). Please remember to rate and review so I can find out if people are enjoying this.HaHaHhhARRY