DISCLAIMER!-I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTORS! they all belong to J.K Rowling!!!!

It was 6 in the morning at the Granger house, and Hermione was just getting up to go for her morning run. Hermione seemed like your average book worm, perfect grades, always reading, and not very sociable. Though something inside Hermione made her yearn for more. Hermione has always had untamable curly brown hair, never wore make up at school, and always wore baggier clothes, so her figure wouldn't show. Hermione seemed like an average 17 year old girl. Though there was something special about her, she was a witch. She went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She loved her school. Her best friends went there. Harry Potter, the boy who lived and Ron Weasley, whom has a crush on her for years.

Hermione got out of bed and threw on her rode. She felt strange…different almost. She shrugged it off and went down stairs to start a cup of tea. Her parents were still asleep, so she made sure she was quiet so she wouldn't wake them. Then she creped back up stairs, and got on a black tang top and a pair of joke billboard short, her best friend Ginny had sent her that read Witch on the butt. She walked over to her mirror to put her hair in a pony tail, but when she saw her reflection she screamed.

"MOM! DAD!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. Her parents came rushing in. They looked half asleep and half alarmed. Then their eyes widened and jaws dropped when they saw their daughter. "What's going on?!"

Hermione's mother, Elizabeth sat down on Hermione's bed, and looked at her husband Michael, "Dear, it's time."

Hermione looked from her mother to her father worried. What did they mean, "It's time"! I don't understand. Is it something magical?! Her mind was racing.

Michael sighed, "I had hoped she would never have to know, but we are lucky enough that this happened at home and not at school." Hermione sat down next to her mother. "You see Hermione…well you of course know when you were born, that man Voltgort,"

"Voldemort, father," Hermione corrected him. She was getting more confused. What did Voldemort have to do with any of this?

"Yes, well when you were born he was at large, and people were coming after him…like myself," Michael said looking down.

"But..but how dad, you are a muggle," Hermione asked. Muggle hasn't gone after Voldemort, they hadn't even known about him.

"Yes well, I am not a muggle, I am a muggleborn," he stated. "I never use my powers though. Not since they made me unable to bare a child."

Hermione got confused even more, "You mean...after I was born, right?" She looked at her mother for help but Elizabeth was looking down at her feet. "Mom…please tell me what is going on."

"We cannot tell you a lot Hermione," Michael said. "He made us promise, we told him that we would wait for him to tell you. He put a charm on you, so you would look different from him until you turned 17, but then he decided that he didn't want this to happen to you at school, so the summer before your 7th year, you would find out and make the change. So now he will be alerted to this by magic connection. He will most likely be here soon. So I suggest you get ready."

As her parents, or who she thought were her parents, left she looked in the mirror again. Her bushy brown hair had turned into straight black hair, and her hazel eyes were now a deep green. She hated to admit it but, she loved the new look. She didn't look like herself anymore, but she wasn't herself anymore. She wasn't sure who she was.

Far away, hidden in a valley in Ireland and man awoke abruptly. He got out of bed confused then realized, today was the day he would finally seem his daughter.

He has left his daughter in the hands of a muggleborn and his muggle wife. His daughter wasn't safe with him, he had too many enemies. His daughter was the only thing he cared about. He had only seen his daughter once, but she was unconscious at that time. He had resisted the urge to pick her up and take her home for safety.

He was angry at the choices his daughter had made in friends, but he couldn't do anything about it yet. She had been raised in a muggle environment. She believed she was a muggleborn, though she was anything but a muggleborn.

He walked over to his dresser and pull out an old photo, it was of a beautiful woman with raven hair and green eyes, and she was holding a baby in her arms, his daughter. There were only two things he ever truly cared about, besides power, and that was his daughter, and his old love, Jane. He had loved Jane even when his soul wasn't whole.

He put the picture down. He didn't want to think about her. He now only wanted to be with his daughter. He grabbed a cloak and apprated to his daughter's house. He knew he was expected.

Hermione put on black jeans and a green halter top that matched her eyes perfectly. She heard a crack from down stairs, her heart raced. She was finally about to meet her father. She ran down stairs and gasp to see Lord Voldemort standing her living room, talking to her parents.

A/N- this is a love fanfiction, yes! but that I will come later! With Draco and Harry and Ron! TEL ME WAT YOU THINK PLEASE!!!or i may not continue!