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Chapter One The seceret
It was a clear, sunny day. The sunshine poured in through the window and embraced a beautiful sleeping girl that was breathing ever so lightly. This girl's name was Hermione Granger. Or at least she thought she was. Over the years Hermione had changed, in looks and behavior.
Her once bushy brown hair was now dark blue with black streaks, that reached just past her shoulders. She had filled out in all the right places and had a splendid figure. Her clothing had also changed, it was now more revealing and stylish.
She still loved to read books but she wasn't always obsorbed in them anymore. She still learned very well and was quite intelligent but wasn't such a know-it-all. Oh yes, our Hermione has definetly changed.
Little did she know, her parents were anxiously pacing the kitchen, waiting for her to wake up. It was time for them to tell her, what they had feared to tell for seventeen years. They watched nervously at the door, expecting their precious angel to come strolling in, in her usual cheery mood.
Indead, five minutes have passed when a seventeen year old, girl came into the kitchen wearing her cheery smile. She kissed both her parents and sat down to the table. She was in a rather good mood as tomorrow she would be leaving on the Hogwarts express to go to school.
Her parents, Benjamin and Elizabeth Granger, looked at each other uneasily. This made Hermione frown. They only do that if theres something wrong, this can not be good. Elizabeth took a deep breath and looked at her daughter.
"Sweetie, we have something very important to tell you." she said and looked at her husband once more who nodded. "Well, you see. You are not a Granger." she said and looked seriously at Hermione, who paled, eyes wide.
"Actually, we arent either. You see, once, a long time ago, before you were born, the Dark Lord was still preparing for the hell that he unleashed fourteen years ago. Well, honey your name is actually Hermione Riddle." she said and at this Hermione fell off the chair. Benjamin rushed over and picked her up, holding her for support. Elizabeth went on.
"Your father was his brother you see, we are both wizard and witch, we always have been. Anyway, your father, as Lord Voldemort's brother was to take his place as the next Dark Lord after Voldemort's death." she stopped to look at her daughter worriedly. Benjamin nodded encouragingly.
"Yes, but the other Death eaters weren't too happy about this. They have served the Dark Lord for all of their lives and do not get rewarded. The figured that if they kill your father, one of them would become the next Dark Lord.
They hunted me and your father until we were forced to disguise ourselves as muggles, for your sake dear. I was then pregnant with you and we had to change our name and put a spell on our home so that they couldn't find us. We waited, we acted like muggles, raised you as a muggle, waiting for that wretched Voldemort to perish. But we had to keep this seceret from you until we knew it was safe for you to know.
Voldemort is dead, and we could finally tell you this. We were one of the most powerful, richest wizarding families in the world, and for you we gave that all up. We love you sweetie and no matter what, we always will." she finished, tears in her eyes.
Hermione stared at her, mouth wide, face fale. Suddenly, all the things her mother had said started to make sense to her brain. It took a while for it to register in her mind. This meant that she wasn't a mudblood! All of those years of being called names, hexed, pushed around were just fake!
For no reason at all, she began to laugh. She laughed and laughed until she had tears running down her cheeks. Her mother was looking horrified! What if her baby girl wasn't ready to take it all in? In panic she slapped Hermione across the face. That shut her up.
"Thanks mum, it's just a bit sudden. I can't really take it in at the moment, but eventually, I will." she said and went up to her room to think.
She had been lying on her bed for the past four hours and still it didn't make sense. No matter from wich place she tried to look at it, it still looked not right. She figured to simply let it in how it is and be done with it.
As she did, a strange kind of happiness seemed to fill her heart. This year she wouldn't be called mudblood. This year she wouldn't be critizized and made fun of. This year was going to be great!
She ran down stairs and kissed her parents. They looked both relieved to see her happy again.
"Mum! This is going to be the best year at Hogwarts I ever had!" she cried and her mothers face hardened again.
"Sweetie, we talked to Dumbledore and he said that you will have to be re- Sorted." she said. Hermione blinked. What? She would have to what?!
"What the hell? Why do I have to be re-Sorted?" she screamed at her parents who were qualing under her rath.
"Pumpkin, you have to be. You were only sorted into Griffindor because for safety precations." said her mother in a small voice. Hermione's face relaxed a bit, well at least enough to ask her parents quiet enough.
"Mum, dad, what house were you in?" she asked, hoping against hope the answer wouldn't be...
"Slytherin" they said together. Hermione paled, if her uncle and both her parents were Slytherin's and since her father was Voldemort's brother, this meant she was also related to Salazar Slytherin. Her head began to spin, she saw the world turn into one blur and as she was engolfed into darkness she thought two words: why me?
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Hermione opened her eyes to see a blurry version of two faces. They slowly bagan to focus and showed that they were her parents. She was lying on the sofa, her head throbbing. She moaned and rubbed her head.
Her mother was already in tears and her father was looking worried.
"Mum? Dad? What time is it?" she asked. Her mother looked over to the mantlepiece and informed that it was four. Hermione slid off the couch and told her parents she was going to check if she packed correctly.
She walked into her room. For a strange reason, nothing seemed the same. The whole world was different. She felt alone and lost, nothing seemed right. Hermione picked up the letter she had recieved from Dumbledore informing her she had been elected as Head girl.
The Head boy was none other that Draco Malfoy. She once thought it was going to be living hell having to share a common room, bathroom and have their rooms closer than neccisary, but now she didn't even mind that much. After all, she was now his fellow Slytherin, pureblood, and roommate. This made her stomach churn, why did this have to happen to her?
a/n I am soooo sorry for all the people that have similar ideas but I couldn't help myself!!! Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this and had a jolly good time!! Review please!!!! It's what makes my day!! Luv ya all people!! ~~~~buGspooKy
Chapter One The seceret
It was a clear, sunny day. The sunshine poured in through the window and embraced a beautiful sleeping girl that was breathing ever so lightly. This girl's name was Hermione Granger. Or at least she thought she was. Over the years Hermione had changed, in looks and behavior.
Her once bushy brown hair was now dark blue with black streaks, that reached just past her shoulders. She had filled out in all the right places and had a splendid figure. Her clothing had also changed, it was now more revealing and stylish.
She still loved to read books but she wasn't always obsorbed in them anymore. She still learned very well and was quite intelligent but wasn't such a know-it-all. Oh yes, our Hermione has definetly changed.
Little did she know, her parents were anxiously pacing the kitchen, waiting for her to wake up. It was time for them to tell her, what they had feared to tell for seventeen years. They watched nervously at the door, expecting their precious angel to come strolling in, in her usual cheery mood.
Indead, five minutes have passed when a seventeen year old, girl came into the kitchen wearing her cheery smile. She kissed both her parents and sat down to the table. She was in a rather good mood as tomorrow she would be leaving on the Hogwarts express to go to school.
Her parents, Benjamin and Elizabeth Granger, looked at each other uneasily. This made Hermione frown. They only do that if theres something wrong, this can not be good. Elizabeth took a deep breath and looked at her daughter.
"Sweetie, we have something very important to tell you." she said and looked at her husband once more who nodded. "Well, you see. You are not a Granger." she said and looked seriously at Hermione, who paled, eyes wide.
"Actually, we arent either. You see, once, a long time ago, before you were born, the Dark Lord was still preparing for the hell that he unleashed fourteen years ago. Well, honey your name is actually Hermione Riddle." she said and at this Hermione fell off the chair. Benjamin rushed over and picked her up, holding her for support. Elizabeth went on.
"Your father was his brother you see, we are both wizard and witch, we always have been. Anyway, your father, as Lord Voldemort's brother was to take his place as the next Dark Lord after Voldemort's death." she stopped to look at her daughter worriedly. Benjamin nodded encouragingly.
"Yes, but the other Death eaters weren't too happy about this. They have served the Dark Lord for all of their lives and do not get rewarded. The figured that if they kill your father, one of them would become the next Dark Lord.
They hunted me and your father until we were forced to disguise ourselves as muggles, for your sake dear. I was then pregnant with you and we had to change our name and put a spell on our home so that they couldn't find us. We waited, we acted like muggles, raised you as a muggle, waiting for that wretched Voldemort to perish. But we had to keep this seceret from you until we knew it was safe for you to know.
Voldemort is dead, and we could finally tell you this. We were one of the most powerful, richest wizarding families in the world, and for you we gave that all up. We love you sweetie and no matter what, we always will." she finished, tears in her eyes.
Hermione stared at her, mouth wide, face fale. Suddenly, all the things her mother had said started to make sense to her brain. It took a while for it to register in her mind. This meant that she wasn't a mudblood! All of those years of being called names, hexed, pushed around were just fake!
For no reason at all, she began to laugh. She laughed and laughed until she had tears running down her cheeks. Her mother was looking horrified! What if her baby girl wasn't ready to take it all in? In panic she slapped Hermione across the face. That shut her up.
"Thanks mum, it's just a bit sudden. I can't really take it in at the moment, but eventually, I will." she said and went up to her room to think.
She had been lying on her bed for the past four hours and still it didn't make sense. No matter from wich place she tried to look at it, it still looked not right. She figured to simply let it in how it is and be done with it.
As she did, a strange kind of happiness seemed to fill her heart. This year she wouldn't be called mudblood. This year she wouldn't be critizized and made fun of. This year was going to be great!
She ran down stairs and kissed her parents. They looked both relieved to see her happy again.
"Mum! This is going to be the best year at Hogwarts I ever had!" she cried and her mothers face hardened again.
"Sweetie, we talked to Dumbledore and he said that you will have to be re- Sorted." she said. Hermione blinked. What? She would have to what?!
"What the hell? Why do I have to be re-Sorted?" she screamed at her parents who were qualing under her rath.
"Pumpkin, you have to be. You were only sorted into Griffindor because for safety precations." said her mother in a small voice. Hermione's face relaxed a bit, well at least enough to ask her parents quiet enough.
"Mum, dad, what house were you in?" she asked, hoping against hope the answer wouldn't be...
"Slytherin" they said together. Hermione paled, if her uncle and both her parents were Slytherin's and since her father was Voldemort's brother, this meant she was also related to Salazar Slytherin. Her head began to spin, she saw the world turn into one blur and as she was engolfed into darkness she thought two words: why me?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione opened her eyes to see a blurry version of two faces. They slowly bagan to focus and showed that they were her parents. She was lying on the sofa, her head throbbing. She moaned and rubbed her head.
Her mother was already in tears and her father was looking worried.
"Mum? Dad? What time is it?" she asked. Her mother looked over to the mantlepiece and informed that it was four. Hermione slid off the couch and told her parents she was going to check if she packed correctly.
She walked into her room. For a strange reason, nothing seemed the same. The whole world was different. She felt alone and lost, nothing seemed right. Hermione picked up the letter she had recieved from Dumbledore informing her she had been elected as Head girl.
The Head boy was none other that Draco Malfoy. She once thought it was going to be living hell having to share a common room, bathroom and have their rooms closer than neccisary, but now she didn't even mind that much. After all, she was now his fellow Slytherin, pureblood, and roommate. This made her stomach churn, why did this have to happen to her?
a/n I am soooo sorry for all the people that have similar ideas but I couldn't help myself!!! Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this and had a jolly good time!! Review please!!!! It's what makes my day!! Luv ya all people!! ~~~~buGspooKy
