This is going to be an eventual Draco/Hermione, because I'm going to try not to make it too OOC. Be patient, because it will come eventually. Happy reading!

Chapter One – Discovering the Truth

Hermione Granger stared in horror at what was before her. The cold quickly enveloped her and she was shivering in confusion. This had to be a joke, it wasn't possible. The idea of it was preposterous and someone was setting her up for a joke. It must be another one of her father's corny jokes that were so stupid that you had to laugh at. This was definitely something she didn't think was funny. Hermione shut her eyes and opened them again, but she still saw the same thing. Before her was a paper. It was a pink bear and it read 'Congratulations, you've just adopted a baby girl!' It said 'Name: Hermione Jane Granger' and signed by 'Jonathan and Karen Granger' along with the approved signature of the worker who approved the adoption.

This just had to be a joke. That was repeating in Hermione's head constantly. It was impossible really. She had her mother's hair (although her mother had learnt to control the frizz) that was short, her father's hazel eyes, she was built like her mother's petite self and she had her mother's freckles. Hermione was studious like her mother and loved to read like her father, she even danced in the summers because she got her talent from her graceful mother. She was exactly like her parents, Jonathan and Karen Granger, so how was it possible she was adopted?

Let's start from the beginning though. Harry's birthday was coming up in a week and as a present Hermione wanted to give Harry a scrapbook of the people that loved him so he could look at it when he was at the Dursleys. She had planned to put in everyone's baby picture and then start from when they were 11 years old in 1st Year. Hermione had gotten all of the Weasley kids' baby pictures and all she needed to add was hers. She knew that her mother kept the pictures in the basement in boxes, so she went to look for hers. Finally she saw her scrapbook and decided to look at it to see if she could get any ideas to make Harry's better. Right beside her baby picture was the stupid little pink bear that was a complete joke. A little voice though nagged that that was the reason her mother had never let her see her scrapbook when she was younger.

Her parents were out of the house so she put the boxes away and brought the scrapbook upstairs into her room holding it as far away from her like it had a bad smell. Finally she entered her light blue and silver room and practically ran to her phone. Hermione had never called Harry before, but she thought that this was an important time to call him and she knew from Ron's experience what not to do or at least sort of. Looking through a couple of her things, she found Harry's number and dialled it in with trembling fingers. It was after dinner, so she figured it would be an okay time to call.

"Hello?" a high pitched voice answered.

"Hello, my name is Hermione Granger. May I speak to Harry Potter please?" Hermione asked while crossing her fingers.

"I'm sorry he's not -"

"Hello?" Harry asked cutting off what she assumed was his aunt.

"Hi Harry, its Hermione," she said as she heard the other person hang up.

"Hermione? How are you? I haven't talked to you in a long time!" Harry exclaimed happily.

"Yeah, I know. I've ... been a lot better actually. Can I ask you a question?" Hermione asked as her voice trembled.

"Would you still be my best friend if you found out I was someone else?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Harry, I think I'm adopted."

"Oh... Are you sure?"

"I found this paper in the scrapbook my mother made me. It was a pink bear and it said 'Congratulations, you've adopted a baby girl!' and my parents signed it along with I'm guessing someone who approved it. What do I do?"

"Hermione, its okay I promise. Of course I would still be your friend. We're best friends; nothing could change that no matter what. You're still Hermione Granger and nothing could change that. I think you should talk to your parents though so you can ask those questions I'm sure you're dying to ask."

"I know, but what if they don't love me anymore after this? I'm kind of mad, because they kept this from me for so long! We're going into our 7th Year! Why couldn't they tell me earlier?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure they had a reason and anyone would be crazy not to love you. Look at it from their point of view, what if they were scared that you wouldn't think of them as parents anymore and that you would stop loving them?"

"That's crazy, they're my parents! I could never stop loving them! Thanks Harry, for being there for me. I should probably call Ron too to let him know what's going on."

"Yeah that would be a good idea. You're welcome; you're always there for me it's time I return the favour. Talk to your parents Hermione, you need to if you want answers. Call me after okay?"

"I will, I'll talk to you later."

Hermione hung up the phone and collapsed on her bed. Her head was pounding with all the questions she had to ask. Harry was right and no matter how scared and nervous she was to talk to her parents, she would have to. Deciding to write Ron a letter instead of calling him just in case he yelled her ear off if she called him, she grabbed some parchment and a quill.

'Dear Ron and Ginny,

I found out something today that completely surprised me. I found out that I'm adopted. I don't know why this is happening to me right now or why my parents didn't tell me, but it's the truth I'm guessing. My parents didn't tell me, I found out by this paper in my scrapbook saying that I was adopted. It didn't say who my biological parents are or the conditions, I have to talk to my parents about that. I'm scared to talk to them though, I'm used to having all the answers and now I'm scared to get them. What if I find out something that I don't like or that I'm someone I'm not? I guess I just need to be strong and talk to them tonight. I just don't understand because I look exactly like my parents and I act like them too. I need to deal with this as soon as I can, because this is going to eat me up inside until I know the truth.

Your best friend,

Hermione'

Walking down the stairs, Hermione went to go find her parents' owl that they used when she was in school. Her name was Harriet after some character in a book her mother was reading. Wrapping the letter around Harriet's leg, she watched her fly towards the sunset carrying a letter where she needed a reply soon. Her parents were arriving soon so she sat on the couch as she watched the sun go down with thoughts whirling in her head. 'Who were my 'real' parents and why did they give me up?' she asked herself. After 20 minutes, she heard her parents enter with grocery bags. After they put everything away, Hermione asked them to sit in the living room with her.

"Mum, Dad, I have a question to ask you," Hermione said quietly.

"What is it honey?" her mother asked.

She took a deep breath, "Am I adopted?"

Her parents quickly put down their tea and her father asked her, "How did you find out?"

Hermione felt her eyes water at the confirmation, "You know how I'm making a scrapbook for Harry? Well I was looking for a baby picture of me and I went to look for it in my scrapbook because you stored the extra pictures there and I saw that paper."

"I told you it was a bad idea to put it there," Jonathan said to his wife.

"She had to find out eventually Johnny. Are you okay Hermione?" her mother asked.

"Why didn't you guys tell me sooner? Were you guys going to pretend that I wasn't adopted?" she asked.

"Look, you know we love you right?" her mother asked, "We were going to tell you, but it just never seemed to be the right moment. Then you got accepted to Hogwarts and we didn't see you for so long that we didn't want to burst your happiness. No matter who your biological parents are, you're still our daughter, never forget that Hermione."

"I wish you would have told me sooner, because right now it feels like you don't trust me. I love you guys and you're always going to be my parents, but think about my biological parents. I could have maybe spent some time with them too to find out who I am, because right now it feels like my life is a lie," Hermione said as she kept her tears back. She refused to cry.

Her father sighed, "We're sorry Hermione. I'm guessing you want to know what happened. Your mother and I had been married for a couple of years and we wanted to have children. After a year though, we found out that we couldn't have kids and that we would have to adopt if we wanted that possibility. We came home upset and heartbroken with the news and a few days later, a young woman came to our house with an older man who I know now is Professor Dumbledore. They talked about how there was a war brewing and that you were going to be in danger from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or something like that and you needed to be protected. A lot of families had to choose sides and a lot of them had to give up their kids because He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was after them to raise them as soldiers. We thought they were crazy because we knew we weren't in a war. That's when they told us that they were wizards. It took them awhile to convince us, but we finally did. They asked us to take care of you and keep you safe, because you would be safe here in the 'muggle' world. I think there might be a charm on you to hide your appearance, but I'm not sure. I'm sorry 'Mione, we should have told you earlier."

"So Professor Dumbledore knew all this time and never told me? I know that I could have been in danger because of Voldemort, but I'm still in danger right now. I'm Harry Potter's best friend who also happens to be muggleborn- Wait, are you saying that at least one of my parents were magical?" she asked.

"Yes, your mother was, but I don't know if your father was a wizard or not," Karen added.

"So all this time at school I've been made fun of for being a muggleborn, no offence to you guys, when I wasn't one all along? That's my luck. Do you know who my biological parents are?"

"Look, we're sorry Hermione. If you would have told us then we would have told you the truth. You never tell us what happens to you at Hogwarts. Don't look at me like that; we both know you leave things out. Anyways, no we weren't allowed to know who your parents are for your safety. She left you a letter though. Let me go get it," my mother told me as she got up.

Hermione sat awkwardly with her dad as they waited for her mum to get back. So, Dumbledore knew who she really was which made her mad. She had the right to know and he shouldn't shield her from things like that just like he does to Harry. Hermione's parents might have been on the Dark Side of the war since she had to be protected and if they were on the Light Side then they would've all gone together. Last but not least, she might have a glamour charm. The only reason she knew about them was because they were in a book next to the polyjuice potion. Hermione couldn't remember what was written and the harder she tried to grasp it, the further it slipped away.

"Here you go dear," her mother said as she gave her the envelope.

All she could say is that it looked new and it was unopened. Since her parents were muggles they couldn't have opened it, so it was unread. Now if only she could make herself open it, then she would know something, but for some reason she couldn't. She had parents, loving amazing parents, so why did she need to find her parents. It was also too soon, her brain was being jammed with so much information; it was hard to keep it straight. Her parents were looking at her with a mixture of emotions she couldn't read and she decided it was enough for tonight. Hermione Granger was tired and didn't feel like getting any more answers or more questions. She would figure them out later.

Standing up she said, "I'm off to bed guys, I'm sorry but this has been a lot of information tonight. I still don't know how I feel about this, but I want you guys to know that you guys are my parents. You raised me to be who I am today and no one else could have done that but you. I love you guys and I don't want this to distance us. Good night."

"Thank you darling," her mother said, "Good night and remember that we love you."

Hermione dragged herself up the stairs, feeling her muscles start to tire one by one. That conversation had lasted a couple hours and she could feel her mind was exhausted with the information she had to sort through tonight. She knew that it seemed like she was handling things well, but in reality, she was pushing all her emotions down, burying them, so she could figure this out. Hermione couldn't risk getting angry or rebellious, because her parents deserved better than that. She couldn't throw away her future and therefore she couldn't risk facing her emotions right now. Noticing an owl outside her window, she let Harriet in and gave her a treat. Opening the letter with shaky hands it said,

'Hermione,

We're sorry that we couldn't be there to help you right now. I can't imagine what you have to go through right now knowing that something that big was hidden from you. We'll always be here for you in case you need a shoulder to cry on. Don't bury your emotions, you need to let them out or else they'll explode and hurt everyone around you. Ron says that there might be a possibility that you're under a glamour charm. He says that it's quite complicated and you need an extremely powerful wizard to cast it along with a potion to take. I can't even imagine having a baby take a potion, so maybe there was another way? Don't freak out too much and remember if you need anyone we're here always. Hopefully you'll find the answers you're looking for, because we know you love to know every detail and fact there is to know about something. Please keep us updated because we don't want you to go through this alone.

Love,

Ginny and Ron'

Hermione left the two letters on her desk and crawled into her bed. She was upset, because this was her life. Why did people feel like controlling what happened in her life? She couldn't blame her parents, but a part of her was a little mad at them. They lied about her life and who knows; maybe she wouldn't have gotten made fun of all those years. Hermione remembered crying when she was younger when the Slytherins made fun of her for her heritage. Now those years seemed wasted when they could have left her alone. Hermione fell in a troubled sleep asking herself, 'Who am I?'

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