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Dark Hermione: The Beginning

As the sun began to rise in the suburbs of muggle London, a raven soared over the bright orange horizon. The light summer breeze gently ruffled the raven's ebony feathers as it started to descend towards the muggle houses. The raven flew through the open window on the first floor of a blue two-story house in London's suburbs and landed on the window sill. The woman scowled from her seat at the kitchen table towards the bird sitting on the window ledge with an envelope attached to the bird's leg. The woman stood up from her table, looking around the room. The room was brightly decorated with bright yellow wallpaper. In the middle of the room was a walnut round table with four seats at it and including the one she had just stood up from. The center of the table had a small vase that was filled with two sunflowers. Behind the woman was the kitchen. To her left were stairs leading to another house level and an opening to a living room. She walked around the table and towards the window to meet the raven. Once she was at the raven, it lifted its leg, with the envelope rolled upon it. She reached down and unwrapped the letter from its leg. She slowly walked to where she was seated and sat down once again. She then pulled the letter out of the envelope and started to read it.

Hermione awoke to the sounds of birds chirping excitedly outside her window. Hermione groaned, blinking slowly to clear her vision. She rubbed her eyes and looked towards the window where she had heard the noise of the birds chirping and was greeted by bright sunlight spilling in through her window. It was just another summer day to Hermione; however, she didn't know how wrong she was when she woke up that day. She rubbed her eyes gently and yawned, stretching underneath her comforter. She threw her legs over the side of the bed and tossed the bedspread off of her revealing her black silk pajamas and began to sit up. Her feet touched the cold wood floor, and she shivered, wanting to crawl back underneath her warm comforter she had just thrown off. She sighed and got up out of her bed. She moved across the room towards her dresser, grabbed a change clothes, and went into her bathroom to shower and finish waking up.

When Hermione stepped out of the bathroom, she stopped to look in the full-length mirror that was behind her door before walking out of the bedroom. She looked different from her first six years at Hogwarts. She was no longer the little girl who loved pink. She was now the full-grown woman who happened to like the colors green and black, even if they were associated with the Slytherins at her school. Hermione turned and looking at the outfit she had picked out to see how she looked today. Her hair was no longer frizzy or out of control as it had been in the previous years. It had finally been tamed, as her long brown hair flowed down her back in a smooth braid. Her brown eyes stared back at her with only a little mascara on them and eyeliner. She then turned her eyes towards the clothes that she was wearing: a pair of black leather knee-high, high heels which had a two-inch heel, a pair of black jeans, and a green v-neck shirt which clung to her flat stomach and accentuated her chest.

Hermione approving of how her outfit had turned out, grabbed the doorknob and opened it to go downstairs to get something to eat for breakfast. When she had begun to walk down the stairs to go to the kitchen to eat, she heard her mother scream. As soon as Hermione heard the scream, she bolted downstairs to the kitchen where the cry was sounded. When she got there, she saw her mother staring blankly ahead as tears began to form at the corner of her eyes. On the ground at her mother's feet, Hermione found a letter. She picked up the letter and began reading it.

Dear Mrs. Granger,

We are so sorry to bother you, but we would like to talk to you about our daughter's arrangements. I know it has been a long time, and you have probably grown fond of her, but we would like to have her move back with us at this time. We now feel that she will be safe to move back in with us.

Hopefully, you have let Amelia read this and have explained everything to her. If you haven't, don't worry, my husband and I will explain it to her. Please do tell her real name. I'm sure you remember it.

Thank you again for taking care of our little girl. When you have had a chance to talk to her, send me an owl back with a time you think will be suitable for us to come and take her back home.

Sincerely,

Mrs. Sasha Thorpe

As soon as she finished reading it, she felt relieved. She could finally prove it to everyone she went to school with that she was more than a mudblood. Although she also felt enraged that no one had told her about it. After years of coming home crying about what other kids had said about her at school. Or sobbing about how they treated her. They never once tried to tell her any of those times when she felt lower than dirt. She was furious with the people that she had called mother and father. Hermione looked towards the women in front of her that she had called a mother, who was still staring blankly ahead in complete shock as the tears started to flow down her face. Her face scrunched into a glare looking at the woman that had lied to her. Shortly after, her father, or the man that she had called a father for all the years she had lived with them, walked into the kitchen utterly oblivious with his face buried in a book.

"Good morning, pumpkin!" Mr. Granger chirped, not looking up from the book.

"Don't fucking pumpkin me! What the hell is this?!" Hermione shouted, shaking the letter that was still in her hand, angrily.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Mr. Granger stuttered, looking up from his book, totally stunned by Hermione's response.

"You tell me!" Hermione demanded, throwing the letter at him to read. He grabbed the letter and began to read it, and then he read it again and then looked up at Hermione's piercing gaze.

"Hermione, dear…" He started slowly, "you're adopted. I'm sorry we couldn't tell you earlier we weren't allowed until we got a letter telling us it was alright to tell you. I'm very sorry, dear. Please don't be angry with us."

As he finished, all she could do was stare. She had always dreamed that she was adopted and wasn't born into a muggle family. It all fits now like how she knew so much about the wizarding world. But had never read any books about the wizarding world before her first day at Hogwarts, but was told she came from a muggle family. Though she wasn't actually from a muggle family. She was a Thorpe. She was born into a pureblood family. A family that was well known for supporting Voldemort.

She had always wondered what it was like to follow Voldemort, who wasn't exactly a goody-two-shoes like Potter. During the years of being his friend, or following behind him, she had started to hate him, without him or anyone else knowing but Ginny and herself. Ginny also felt the same as Hermione and didn't want to follow behind Potter anymore blindly. They wanted to be on a side where they appreciated for their work, not just a slap on the back and a good job.

"Hermione!" Mr. Granger shouted, breaking her out of her train of thought.

"What?!" Hermione snapped back.

"Oh, we just wanted to know when you wanted to meet your birth family." Mrs. Granger spoke miserably, wiping tears off of her cheek.

"Oh…" Hermione paused, thinking, "tomorrow, if possible. I'll write them a response to see if that would be possible," Hermione answered. The raven sitting on the window sill flew into the room before exiting the kitchen towards the house's upper level. Hermione assumed the raven had flown up to her room to wait for her reply.

"What about packing, dear." Mrs. Granger asked curiously.

"I can do it tonight," Hermione replied, picking up a red apple from the kitchen counter's fruit basket.

With that, Hermione turned out of the kitchen, taking a big crunching bite of the red apple in her hand as she walked back up the stairs towards her room to pack everything. When she got up to her room, she went straight over to her stereo and turned on her favorite CD and started to pack everything into the trunk with the help of a few shrinking spells and a spell to make the trunk weightless.

THE THORPE MANSION

"Auntie, she replied!" yelled a dark-haired man as he ran up the stairs to find his auntie to give her the letter that he had taken from the raven that had just flown into the house.

"Oh, over here, Blaise, bring it here! I want to see it!" Sasha shouted from one of the rooms, "Mark! Come here, Amy replied!"

Once both Mark and Blaise had reached her and she had the letter in hand, Sasha tore the letter open and began to read the message's contents with the two men reading it over her shoulder.

Dear Mrs. Thorpe,

I want nothing more than to come to live with you and learn about my real family. I was wondering if it was possible if you could come and pick me up tomorrow at 1879 Oaks St.? Also, as our fireplace is not connected to the floo network, would it be possible to pick me up in a more muggle fashion? I await your reply.

Sincerely,

Hermione Granger

"Well, I'll arrange the limos to be washed. Sasha, you should send her a response that we will come to pick her up tomorrow. Also, you should get her room together and get some clothes for her. Blaise, I would like you to tell everyone that she is coming, including the Malfoy's, your parents, Severus, and her godfather," Mark ordered, pacing around the room.

"I'll go do that, sir. Bye." Blaise announced. With that, Blaise apparated out.

"Sweetie, I'll send her a response, and then I'm going to go to Diagon alley to get some things for Amy. I'll be back." Sasha added as she walked out of the room to draft a response.

"Tomorrow's going to be a long day," Mark said to himself.

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