A/N: ok so I know that technically Harry isn't pureblood, but for the sake
of the story I thought he is, like, close enough. I hope you all
understand and enjoy the story. I know I make mistakes, but hey, I'm no
writer I admit. P.S. I'm so close to a hundred reviews so keep reviewing
to push it over a hundred to make my day.
Chapter 16
Nothing was as it seemed. She couldn't be sure of anything anymore. The sky looks blue, but for the first time she was beginning to think maybe she could even doubt that. She had grown up with "The Grangers" as they were now thought of. She had loved them her whole life. They had taken care of her. They had given her everything including food, clothing, shelter, and unconditional love and support. For this reason she had no reason to believe that they were not her parents. But one thing still plagued her. They had lied to her. This was no small lie. This was big. This was a life altering lie. And for this reason she needed to be with them and find out just what the hell was going on.
Hermione awoke in bed with Draco the next morning. Both wearing nothing, but wrapped in each other's arms between the satin sheets. She looked at the blonde boy. His eyes remained close and his chest went up and down with his breathing. She could hear a soft hint of snoring and she smiled. This was the man she loved. This man was her world. This was the world that wouldn't pull the rug out from under her like her parents had done. She kissed his forehead lightly and whispered 'I love you' quietly into his ear.
She continued to stare at him as she thought back to everything they had been through. Their relationship had never been easy, but now he was the only thing she could count on. He was her rock. She quietly scooted out of bed, through on a robe and padded across the room. She opened the bedroom door and snuck out. She quietly walked down the hall to Lauren's room and the door creaked open. The room was a pretty pale pink, and suited for a princess, which is exactly what Draco thought of her. She stood in the soft sunlight that was shining through the curtains. It was not quite enough to wake the sleeping child, so Hermione was able to look in on her daughter while she slept peacefully. Her hands were under cheek, and a slight smile was on her face. It seemed she was having a good dream. Hermione smiled too. How can you love someone so much? She would die for Lauren, her baby girl. She would give her life for her daughter, as well as for her husband. This was her family and this was her life. If only she could get the rest of her life straightened out once and for all.
Reluctantly she closed the door with a creak and walked to the kitchen. She pulled out some pans and opened the refrigerator reaching for bacon. She would cook breakfast for her family this morning. Soon the smell of bacon and eggs wafted through the house and Draco was walking out wearing only a pair of pajama pants. 'He looks so adorable in the morning' she thought as she smiled.
"What?" he asked her.
"Nothing. I was just admiring your hairstyle" she replied smiling. His usually neat blonde hair was a true mess this morning. It was things like this that made her really love him. It was all about the little things. Draco continued over to her and put his arms around her tiny waist.
"Well there are plenty of things I like to admire about you" he answered with a sly grin. With that he planted a passionate kiss on his wife right there in front of the stove where the bacon was frying. He let go and sat down at the table. "Oh look, my woman is making her man breakfast" he said knowing the reaction it would invoke.
"I am not your woman nor is it my job to always-"
"Yes I know it is not your job to make me breakfast. You know all too well that I am just kidding my dear" he said laughing. He could read her like an open book. He knew her spirit so well, and he loved her all the more for it. He would say his life was predictable, but now it wasn't anymore. And they would get through it, together.
She continued to tend to the bacon. Lauren was soon awake, and Hermione sent Draco to get her dressed for the day. Draco led his little girl down the hall and into her room. Hopefully he would pick out weather appropriate clothing, he didn't always have the best judgment with these things.
Soon Hermione was putting bacon and eggs onto everyone's plates at the table, and pouring tall glasses of orange juice. This was something she had done for her family. This was something her mother had always done for her, and made her realize what a great mother she had.
Lauren and Draco soon were back in, and took their seats at the table. The group sat and talked about nothing in particular. It was a happy atmosphere. Suddenly things were falling into place.
Hermione's POV
I don't really know how this could have happened. My life is like a movie. It's like a movie on the Lifetime Network. But honestly I feel like this isn't really a big deal anymore. I don't know why. I just think that I will have a talk with my parents and they will explain everything. I will still love them. I will still be their daughter. The only thing different is that I gained a brother. Once I get over the fact that they kept this from me I will be fine. It's the only thing I'm really upset about. They lied to me for so many years. They never expected me to find out. They would have never told me if I hadn't figured it out.
I'm getting more powers now, as is Draco. We must be at the age where you start coming into these powers. He's telekinetic. He moves things with his mind. Sure it sounds cool, but he tends to move stuff as a joke leaving me frazzled and looking for things that I just had in my hands. But there are some benefits also. But that's another story.
So today I'm going to see my parents. I know it's all going to work out. But for some reason I'm nervous. My parents and I never really were emotional and we didn't have in depth talks about anything, so I'm not really sure how to approach the subject. I asked Draco to go with me, but he said I had to do this on my own. So he is watching Lauren today.
Draco looks at me while he eats. He knows a lot is going through my mind, but it's nothing really. He knows I don't really want to talk about it anymore. It's old news to me. It was big in the beginning, but it will all be worked out today. I smile back at him. Just to let him know that I really am okay. Everything will be normal. It will be different, but it will be normal.
I finish my meal and place my dish in the sink. Clinking of silverware and the plate break the silence and Lauren looks up at me with her light eyes. She's so beautiful. As she looks over at me Draco steals her plate away. She looks back and laughs because she knows her daddy took it. He plays with her a bit saying he doesn't know where the food went. Maybe it sprouted legs and walked away. I love watching them. She really is a daddy's girl. And that's ok with me. He loves her with all his heart. And that warms my heart.
I continue into my bedroom and pick out some clothes. I go with a pair of khaki pants with a sweet pink sweater. My hair falls loosely down my back in soft waves. I seem to have tamed it over the years. I don't wear make up, I don't need it. I stare in the mirror trying to think of what I'm going to say today, but nothing comes to mind. I will just have to speak from my heart.
The soft sunlight has for some reason turned to rain, and the temperature is a chilly 40 degrees. Suddenly something catches my eye sitting on the dresser. It's a note addressed to me. Slowly I walk over. It's leaned up against the mirror so my name can easily be read on the front of it. I reach out my hand and lightly grasp it. I unfold it slowly, and I see it's a note from Draco. But something else falls out too. It's a picture. It's a picture Lauren drew. It's a rainbow and our family. She had even included Harry in the picture, and of course the Grangers, and Narcissa and Tom. She is so sweet. She's so young, but so intelligent. Across the top it says 'to my mother with love Lauren'. With me and Draco as parents she had no choice but to be smart.
I turn my attention to the note from Draco. "Dearest Mya, I hope you like the picture that our daughter drew for you. She's an amazing girl. I wanted to wish you luck today. I know you don't need it. I know you are strong, and I know you aren't worried. Although, I'm sure you don't know just how to begin or what to say to your parents. And that's ok. When you get there and see them I think you will know what to do.
I just wanted to let you know that no matter how this goes I love you. You always have somewhere to call home. I love you, and every day I count my blessings. Because I have you, and we have Lauren I consider myself the luckiest man on earth. Never forget that. Go and have a great day. And don't be nervous. These are your parents no matter how you look at it. Tell them what's on your mind. I promise that they will understand. Don't worry. I love you more. I love you forever. Love, Draco".
I smiled at the note. I'm pretty sure I would have died a long time ago from stress. Draco is my rock. He keeps me sane. And he knows I love him with all my heart. I slip the note in my pocket and walk back out into the kitchen. I'm not worried anymore. I just need to go do this and get it over with. I just want to make my parents aware of what I know. I just want to get this out in the open. That's all today is about.
Draco is sitting there helping Lauren clean up after breakfast. He wipes off her face with a towel and kisses her forehead. "Why don't you go play for a while?" he asks her when he sees me walk in. She smiles and runs past me to her room to play.
He walks over to me and gently slides his loving hands around my waist. "Well I guess you should be going" he says to me.
"Yeah I should" I reply back to him. "I will be back soon. . . wish me luck". He gives me a gentle kiss and I am finally on my way.
I walk to my parents place. It's really not that far away. Plus I need time to think about what I am going to say to them. I put up my umbrella. It's still raining, but not too bad. My feet splash in the little puddles on the ground. It reminds me of when I was a kid. But my childhood is kind of a blur now. I wish I could have had Harry around when I was a kid. He would have had parents like I had. He would have had the great childhood that I had. I am the lucky one in this situation.
Finally I walk up the path to a house that is all too familiar to me. It's a large white house with black shutters. I step onto the front porch where I used to play everyday, and proceed to the door. I open the door and just walk in. "Mom, Dad, I'm here!" I call out.
"In the kitchen dear!" I hear my dad reply. This is it I think to myself. I force my feet to carry my body in the direction of the voice. The carpet is soft beneath my feet and memories flood my brain. It's the moment of truth.. . . literally. I step into the kitchen where the smell of bacon overwhelms me. My mom is once again at the stove. She is an excellent cook, she taught me everything I know.
"I cooked you some breakfast, dear" she says to me with a sweet loving smile on her face. She piles the food on my plate. Though I already ate this morning I eat anyway. It would be a shame for this food to go to waste, and I don't want to make my mother feel bad.
I sink my teeth into the food and it's amazing. She will always be a better cook than me. But this isn't what I am here for. "Look, I came to talk to you guys about something" I tell them between bites. "This is something that has been bothering me, and I just didn't know how to approach you about it" I gush out. Words are getting stuck in my throat. I just don't know how to say this. It seemed easier when I was practicing in the mirror.
"Just say it" my dad encouraged me. "It must be serious if you are this nervous".
But I choke. I just don't know what to say. "Well, I, I, well I kinda found out you aren't my real parents" I blurt out. I wait for their reactions. I know they never expected me to find out about this. But they aren't outraged. They aren't angry. In fact, they don't seem to have a reaction. "Well?"
"It's simple. You are right. Is that what you wanted to hear?" my dad asked me. I just don't know what to say back to him. I guess bringing this up to him is like a slap in the face. "I know we have some explaining to do. Let me tell you a little story".
My mom continues cooking. She seems like she doesn't want to look me in the eye. But I'm not concerned. I just want some answers now. "It starts like this. Your mother and I fell in love in college. Two young kids. We got married right after we graduated and your mother got pregnant. We couldn't be more excited. I treated her like a queen. I can't tell you how happy we were to be having a baby. I'm sure you know the feeling. But something happened. Something bad happened. Your mother became ill. She got pneumonia. She lay in the hospital for weeks. I couldn't do anything to help. So I sat by her side until she was well again. And she did get better. Except she lost the baby in the process. The sickness took a toll on the baby's health. She was lost. Grief struck us like a knife in the heart. I'm sure you know what that feels like also. Your mother fell into a depression that I struggled to pull her out of. It was difficult for us. Well, after that she just couldn't get pregnant again. So we went to a doctor. The sickness had a bigger effect on your mother's body than we realized. She would no longer be able to have children. Again anger and sadness hit us. We struggled for a while. But we realized we did have an option. We could adopt. So we did. We adopted a beautiful baby girl that needed a home and needed to be loved. You needed us as much as we needed you. We intended to tell you about it, but as time went on we saw no reason to. We knew your biological parents had died, although we didn't know the story behind it. You had only ever known us, and we considered ourselves as your only parents. So we didn't think we had to tell you. But I now see the error of our ways. It was wrong to keep this from you. And we are extremely sorry that Harry was not brought up along with you. He is slightly older than you, and was taken by Dumbledore because of the Voldemort thing. He needed to be kept safe with Petunia. We knew he would not be happy there, but it had to be done. Normally, brother and sister would not be separated, but Petunia would only take Harry due to circumstances. . . .So that's the story. That's how it all came to be. I realize that maybe this doesn't solve the problem. Maybe this doesn't make you feel any better, but I really hope it does. You see all this was done out of love for you".
As he said all this I just have a look of shock on my face. I can't believe what I am hearing. No longer do I blame them for anything. They did this all out of love. They really did. So I get it now. I totally understand. I would have done the same if put in that situation.
I also can't believe my parents had to go through that. My mother lost her first baby. Just like I did. It almost feels like an unspoken bond. It brings us closer.
"Wow" is all I can to my dad. "I don't know what to say".
"Just say you forgive us" he replied to me. His voice was getting shaky, and I could see a tear in his eye.
"Oh daddy, I don't have to forgive you. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm so sorry I made a big deal out of this. If I would have known the story I would have never brought it up. I am so sorry" I say as a tear runs down my cheek. I feel extreme guilt for being so rude to them. I treated them like awful parents for holding back this information, when they never really did anything wrong. To them I was their daughter. I had no other parents to speak of really. I suddenly understood. I stood up and grabbed my dad's hands. I pulled him to his feet and wrapped my arms around him. "I love you so much. You are my parents. You are my mom and dad, and I love you so much" I whisper in a choked up voice.
We stood there for a while, all three of us, in a big group hug. Suddenly I felt how lucky I was. I got these great people to bring me up. They hadn't been wrong at all, it was me who was wrong, I just didn't know it. They had loved me like their own. They took in a child and made her their own. I had everything I ever wanted while Harry had to suffer. I was the luckiest girl in the world.
I tore myself away from them. "I'm just going to hang out with you for the day. I'm gonna call Draco and let him know I'm staying here for a while" I told them. They couldn't have looked happier.
End Hermione's POV
Suddenly the Granger's had their little girl back. They were worried for a while they had lost her. They were afraid she would be angry and reject them, as they were not really her parents. But she wasn't gone. She still loved them. And they couldn't be happier. They had what money couldn't buy. They had their daughter back.
So Hermione stayed there the whole day. She talked with her mom about her experience with losing the baby, they baked cookies, they sat in front of the fire. They just stayed together, all realizing exactly how lucky they were. Hermione's life was not in the jumble she thought it was. She felt like she had overreacted to everything. In reality it was fine.
She sat on the couch with her dad's arm around her shoulder. She closed her eyes and thanked God for what she had. She was happy now. And she knew her dad was happy too. She could hear him say it, even when his lips didn't move. She knew what they were thinking and she knew they were sincere. She was finally happy again.
A/N: Boy this is a long one. I know this took a while to post. I am so sorry. Busy busy. Anyway, I should be able to post more after next week due to Christmas vacation. We shall see how that goes. Enjoy the story, and please please please REVIEW!
Chapter 16
Nothing was as it seemed. She couldn't be sure of anything anymore. The sky looks blue, but for the first time she was beginning to think maybe she could even doubt that. She had grown up with "The Grangers" as they were now thought of. She had loved them her whole life. They had taken care of her. They had given her everything including food, clothing, shelter, and unconditional love and support. For this reason she had no reason to believe that they were not her parents. But one thing still plagued her. They had lied to her. This was no small lie. This was big. This was a life altering lie. And for this reason she needed to be with them and find out just what the hell was going on.
Hermione awoke in bed with Draco the next morning. Both wearing nothing, but wrapped in each other's arms between the satin sheets. She looked at the blonde boy. His eyes remained close and his chest went up and down with his breathing. She could hear a soft hint of snoring and she smiled. This was the man she loved. This man was her world. This was the world that wouldn't pull the rug out from under her like her parents had done. She kissed his forehead lightly and whispered 'I love you' quietly into his ear.
She continued to stare at him as she thought back to everything they had been through. Their relationship had never been easy, but now he was the only thing she could count on. He was her rock. She quietly scooted out of bed, through on a robe and padded across the room. She opened the bedroom door and snuck out. She quietly walked down the hall to Lauren's room and the door creaked open. The room was a pretty pale pink, and suited for a princess, which is exactly what Draco thought of her. She stood in the soft sunlight that was shining through the curtains. It was not quite enough to wake the sleeping child, so Hermione was able to look in on her daughter while she slept peacefully. Her hands were under cheek, and a slight smile was on her face. It seemed she was having a good dream. Hermione smiled too. How can you love someone so much? She would die for Lauren, her baby girl. She would give her life for her daughter, as well as for her husband. This was her family and this was her life. If only she could get the rest of her life straightened out once and for all.
Reluctantly she closed the door with a creak and walked to the kitchen. She pulled out some pans and opened the refrigerator reaching for bacon. She would cook breakfast for her family this morning. Soon the smell of bacon and eggs wafted through the house and Draco was walking out wearing only a pair of pajama pants. 'He looks so adorable in the morning' she thought as she smiled.
"What?" he asked her.
"Nothing. I was just admiring your hairstyle" she replied smiling. His usually neat blonde hair was a true mess this morning. It was things like this that made her really love him. It was all about the little things. Draco continued over to her and put his arms around her tiny waist.
"Well there are plenty of things I like to admire about you" he answered with a sly grin. With that he planted a passionate kiss on his wife right there in front of the stove where the bacon was frying. He let go and sat down at the table. "Oh look, my woman is making her man breakfast" he said knowing the reaction it would invoke.
"I am not your woman nor is it my job to always-"
"Yes I know it is not your job to make me breakfast. You know all too well that I am just kidding my dear" he said laughing. He could read her like an open book. He knew her spirit so well, and he loved her all the more for it. He would say his life was predictable, but now it wasn't anymore. And they would get through it, together.
She continued to tend to the bacon. Lauren was soon awake, and Hermione sent Draco to get her dressed for the day. Draco led his little girl down the hall and into her room. Hopefully he would pick out weather appropriate clothing, he didn't always have the best judgment with these things.
Soon Hermione was putting bacon and eggs onto everyone's plates at the table, and pouring tall glasses of orange juice. This was something she had done for her family. This was something her mother had always done for her, and made her realize what a great mother she had.
Lauren and Draco soon were back in, and took their seats at the table. The group sat and talked about nothing in particular. It was a happy atmosphere. Suddenly things were falling into place.
Hermione's POV
I don't really know how this could have happened. My life is like a movie. It's like a movie on the Lifetime Network. But honestly I feel like this isn't really a big deal anymore. I don't know why. I just think that I will have a talk with my parents and they will explain everything. I will still love them. I will still be their daughter. The only thing different is that I gained a brother. Once I get over the fact that they kept this from me I will be fine. It's the only thing I'm really upset about. They lied to me for so many years. They never expected me to find out. They would have never told me if I hadn't figured it out.
I'm getting more powers now, as is Draco. We must be at the age where you start coming into these powers. He's telekinetic. He moves things with his mind. Sure it sounds cool, but he tends to move stuff as a joke leaving me frazzled and looking for things that I just had in my hands. But there are some benefits also. But that's another story.
So today I'm going to see my parents. I know it's all going to work out. But for some reason I'm nervous. My parents and I never really were emotional and we didn't have in depth talks about anything, so I'm not really sure how to approach the subject. I asked Draco to go with me, but he said I had to do this on my own. So he is watching Lauren today.
Draco looks at me while he eats. He knows a lot is going through my mind, but it's nothing really. He knows I don't really want to talk about it anymore. It's old news to me. It was big in the beginning, but it will all be worked out today. I smile back at him. Just to let him know that I really am okay. Everything will be normal. It will be different, but it will be normal.
I finish my meal and place my dish in the sink. Clinking of silverware and the plate break the silence and Lauren looks up at me with her light eyes. She's so beautiful. As she looks over at me Draco steals her plate away. She looks back and laughs because she knows her daddy took it. He plays with her a bit saying he doesn't know where the food went. Maybe it sprouted legs and walked away. I love watching them. She really is a daddy's girl. And that's ok with me. He loves her with all his heart. And that warms my heart.
I continue into my bedroom and pick out some clothes. I go with a pair of khaki pants with a sweet pink sweater. My hair falls loosely down my back in soft waves. I seem to have tamed it over the years. I don't wear make up, I don't need it. I stare in the mirror trying to think of what I'm going to say today, but nothing comes to mind. I will just have to speak from my heart.
The soft sunlight has for some reason turned to rain, and the temperature is a chilly 40 degrees. Suddenly something catches my eye sitting on the dresser. It's a note addressed to me. Slowly I walk over. It's leaned up against the mirror so my name can easily be read on the front of it. I reach out my hand and lightly grasp it. I unfold it slowly, and I see it's a note from Draco. But something else falls out too. It's a picture. It's a picture Lauren drew. It's a rainbow and our family. She had even included Harry in the picture, and of course the Grangers, and Narcissa and Tom. She is so sweet. She's so young, but so intelligent. Across the top it says 'to my mother with love Lauren'. With me and Draco as parents she had no choice but to be smart.
I turn my attention to the note from Draco. "Dearest Mya, I hope you like the picture that our daughter drew for you. She's an amazing girl. I wanted to wish you luck today. I know you don't need it. I know you are strong, and I know you aren't worried. Although, I'm sure you don't know just how to begin or what to say to your parents. And that's ok. When you get there and see them I think you will know what to do.
I just wanted to let you know that no matter how this goes I love you. You always have somewhere to call home. I love you, and every day I count my blessings. Because I have you, and we have Lauren I consider myself the luckiest man on earth. Never forget that. Go and have a great day. And don't be nervous. These are your parents no matter how you look at it. Tell them what's on your mind. I promise that they will understand. Don't worry. I love you more. I love you forever. Love, Draco".
I smiled at the note. I'm pretty sure I would have died a long time ago from stress. Draco is my rock. He keeps me sane. And he knows I love him with all my heart. I slip the note in my pocket and walk back out into the kitchen. I'm not worried anymore. I just need to go do this and get it over with. I just want to make my parents aware of what I know. I just want to get this out in the open. That's all today is about.
Draco is sitting there helping Lauren clean up after breakfast. He wipes off her face with a towel and kisses her forehead. "Why don't you go play for a while?" he asks her when he sees me walk in. She smiles and runs past me to her room to play.
He walks over to me and gently slides his loving hands around my waist. "Well I guess you should be going" he says to me.
"Yeah I should" I reply back to him. "I will be back soon. . . wish me luck". He gives me a gentle kiss and I am finally on my way.
I walk to my parents place. It's really not that far away. Plus I need time to think about what I am going to say to them. I put up my umbrella. It's still raining, but not too bad. My feet splash in the little puddles on the ground. It reminds me of when I was a kid. But my childhood is kind of a blur now. I wish I could have had Harry around when I was a kid. He would have had parents like I had. He would have had the great childhood that I had. I am the lucky one in this situation.
Finally I walk up the path to a house that is all too familiar to me. It's a large white house with black shutters. I step onto the front porch where I used to play everyday, and proceed to the door. I open the door and just walk in. "Mom, Dad, I'm here!" I call out.
"In the kitchen dear!" I hear my dad reply. This is it I think to myself. I force my feet to carry my body in the direction of the voice. The carpet is soft beneath my feet and memories flood my brain. It's the moment of truth.. . . literally. I step into the kitchen where the smell of bacon overwhelms me. My mom is once again at the stove. She is an excellent cook, she taught me everything I know.
"I cooked you some breakfast, dear" she says to me with a sweet loving smile on her face. She piles the food on my plate. Though I already ate this morning I eat anyway. It would be a shame for this food to go to waste, and I don't want to make my mother feel bad.
I sink my teeth into the food and it's amazing. She will always be a better cook than me. But this isn't what I am here for. "Look, I came to talk to you guys about something" I tell them between bites. "This is something that has been bothering me, and I just didn't know how to approach you about it" I gush out. Words are getting stuck in my throat. I just don't know how to say this. It seemed easier when I was practicing in the mirror.
"Just say it" my dad encouraged me. "It must be serious if you are this nervous".
But I choke. I just don't know what to say. "Well, I, I, well I kinda found out you aren't my real parents" I blurt out. I wait for their reactions. I know they never expected me to find out about this. But they aren't outraged. They aren't angry. In fact, they don't seem to have a reaction. "Well?"
"It's simple. You are right. Is that what you wanted to hear?" my dad asked me. I just don't know what to say back to him. I guess bringing this up to him is like a slap in the face. "I know we have some explaining to do. Let me tell you a little story".
My mom continues cooking. She seems like she doesn't want to look me in the eye. But I'm not concerned. I just want some answers now. "It starts like this. Your mother and I fell in love in college. Two young kids. We got married right after we graduated and your mother got pregnant. We couldn't be more excited. I treated her like a queen. I can't tell you how happy we were to be having a baby. I'm sure you know the feeling. But something happened. Something bad happened. Your mother became ill. She got pneumonia. She lay in the hospital for weeks. I couldn't do anything to help. So I sat by her side until she was well again. And she did get better. Except she lost the baby in the process. The sickness took a toll on the baby's health. She was lost. Grief struck us like a knife in the heart. I'm sure you know what that feels like also. Your mother fell into a depression that I struggled to pull her out of. It was difficult for us. Well, after that she just couldn't get pregnant again. So we went to a doctor. The sickness had a bigger effect on your mother's body than we realized. She would no longer be able to have children. Again anger and sadness hit us. We struggled for a while. But we realized we did have an option. We could adopt. So we did. We adopted a beautiful baby girl that needed a home and needed to be loved. You needed us as much as we needed you. We intended to tell you about it, but as time went on we saw no reason to. We knew your biological parents had died, although we didn't know the story behind it. You had only ever known us, and we considered ourselves as your only parents. So we didn't think we had to tell you. But I now see the error of our ways. It was wrong to keep this from you. And we are extremely sorry that Harry was not brought up along with you. He is slightly older than you, and was taken by Dumbledore because of the Voldemort thing. He needed to be kept safe with Petunia. We knew he would not be happy there, but it had to be done. Normally, brother and sister would not be separated, but Petunia would only take Harry due to circumstances. . . .So that's the story. That's how it all came to be. I realize that maybe this doesn't solve the problem. Maybe this doesn't make you feel any better, but I really hope it does. You see all this was done out of love for you".
As he said all this I just have a look of shock on my face. I can't believe what I am hearing. No longer do I blame them for anything. They did this all out of love. They really did. So I get it now. I totally understand. I would have done the same if put in that situation.
I also can't believe my parents had to go through that. My mother lost her first baby. Just like I did. It almost feels like an unspoken bond. It brings us closer.
"Wow" is all I can to my dad. "I don't know what to say".
"Just say you forgive us" he replied to me. His voice was getting shaky, and I could see a tear in his eye.
"Oh daddy, I don't have to forgive you. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm so sorry I made a big deal out of this. If I would have known the story I would have never brought it up. I am so sorry" I say as a tear runs down my cheek. I feel extreme guilt for being so rude to them. I treated them like awful parents for holding back this information, when they never really did anything wrong. To them I was their daughter. I had no other parents to speak of really. I suddenly understood. I stood up and grabbed my dad's hands. I pulled him to his feet and wrapped my arms around him. "I love you so much. You are my parents. You are my mom and dad, and I love you so much" I whisper in a choked up voice.
We stood there for a while, all three of us, in a big group hug. Suddenly I felt how lucky I was. I got these great people to bring me up. They hadn't been wrong at all, it was me who was wrong, I just didn't know it. They had loved me like their own. They took in a child and made her their own. I had everything I ever wanted while Harry had to suffer. I was the luckiest girl in the world.
I tore myself away from them. "I'm just going to hang out with you for the day. I'm gonna call Draco and let him know I'm staying here for a while" I told them. They couldn't have looked happier.
End Hermione's POV
Suddenly the Granger's had their little girl back. They were worried for a while they had lost her. They were afraid she would be angry and reject them, as they were not really her parents. But she wasn't gone. She still loved them. And they couldn't be happier. They had what money couldn't buy. They had their daughter back.
So Hermione stayed there the whole day. She talked with her mom about her experience with losing the baby, they baked cookies, they sat in front of the fire. They just stayed together, all realizing exactly how lucky they were. Hermione's life was not in the jumble she thought it was. She felt like she had overreacted to everything. In reality it was fine.
She sat on the couch with her dad's arm around her shoulder. She closed her eyes and thanked God for what she had. She was happy now. And she knew her dad was happy too. She could hear him say it, even when his lips didn't move. She knew what they were thinking and she knew they were sincere. She was finally happy again.
A/N: Boy this is a long one. I know this took a while to post. I am so sorry. Busy busy. Anyway, I should be able to post more after next week due to Christmas vacation. We shall see how that goes. Enjoy the story, and please please please REVIEW!