Disclaimer: I am Not JK Rowling, but I AM Tom Felton's official Fan girl (icon joke). I don't own Harry Potter...but I'm working on that little problem, I'm gonna need like thirty packs of pixy stix, and a LOT of coke...no, that's not for the plan, it's for my sugar rush today, I have that planed out too. )
I dragged myself out of bed the next morning, dreading when I would tell Harry and Ron. What exactly was I going to say? 'Hey guys, I'm adopted and my real father is Snape, you know, we used to hate his guts, oh and he's a really nice guy.' I mean, seriously. I pealed off my sleep things and pulled on some regular clothes, afterward walking downstairs.
Knock Knock
And with that knock my day of a living nightmare was about to begin. "Oh joy," I muttered to myself, rushing to the door before my mother could. "I got it, Mom."
I took a deep breath and opened the door.
"He's your WHAT?!" Harry and Ron both yelled at the same time causing my 'mother' to poke her head through the door to see if everything was alright. I nodded that it was and she got the message, leaving just a suddenly as she had come in.
"Would you two just calm down? One second you're trying to comfort me about finding out that I was adopted and the next I think that you truly want to kill my real dad," I said, trying to reason with them...I think.
"Hermione, you can't be serious, stop trying to pull our legs, ok. Just tell us that this was just a big joke and we'll all have a good laugh over it," Harry said, trying to brush off the entire situation. Ron sat beside him, still sputtering incoherently.
"I'm not joking; I can show you the list of Wizarding Snapes that I copied. It's all real, you can even ask...um...Dad," I felt strangely right to be calling the man that I had previously hated 'dad'.
"You just called Professor Snape 'Dad'. There has got to be something wrong with you," Ron said getting up and putting the back of his hand up to Hermione's forehead, which she quickly swatted away.
"Oh, stop that will you. If you're not going to be supportive or even just try to act normal then you can just go. I've been through enough this week without you two. I just two days ago I found out that I was adopted, the day after that I found the list in the Hall of Records, and then I go to talk to my father, end up yelling at him, and then start crying, come home, and right when I think that everything is going to be fine, I remember that I have to tell you two. Everything has been a living nightmare!" I yelled, getting up and rushing out the front door.
After having run about a mile, I finally ended up in an old playground, sitting on a rickety swing set. I heard someone walk up behind me, pulling my swing back and letting it loose. I turned my head, hair flying into my face, catching a glimpse of my dad (Snape).
"So, what's wrong today?" he asked in a fatherly caring way. I sighed.
"Harry and Ron, they were pretty...um...shocked to say the least when I told them that you're my dad," I said, turning back around to get the hair out of my face.
"So how did you get out here, alone, and not yelling at them?"
I laughed. "You know me all too well because, yes I usually would be doing that if I hadn't already done that earlier."
"I'm supposed to know you too well. How am I ever going to keep you out of trouble now that you know if I didn't?" he said with a chuckle.
"Good point, I am notorious for getting into trouble during the school year," I said with a shrug as he pushed me again. "They thought that the whole thing was just a joke. I just can't believe them."
"'Mione, they're boys, have of the time all they do is think that everything is just a big joke. Plus, they're probably just shocked. Their heads say that it's true but another part of them doesn't want to believe it. Just give them some time. I bet that they'll be here and apologize soon enough."
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"Because they just walked up."
I dug my feet into the ground, stopping the swing. The chains twisted as I turned in the swing towards them. Harry and Ron stood sheepishly off to the side.
"Yes?" I said, waiting for them to reply.
"We're so sorry for the way we reacted. We were stupid, still pretty stupid, and we're sorry. Can you forgive us?" Harry asked and Ron nodded in agreement with everything he had said.
I smiled. "Yes, of course," I said untwisting the chains and running over to hug them both.
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