I've Been Living A Lie
~* Wow, 5 reviews in one day! Happy! Thanks to Jamie Potter, Meneharma, Xam, Xamphie & Xamphia - lol -, Dauphin, and angelbaby (I think I did put in that Harry and Hermione are Unidentical twins, you might have missed that). Don't worry I will be able to squish in some Hermione/Draco in here somewhere! I try to get chapters up asap, so I don't make you wait too long. *~
Chapter 2 ~ The Attack
Hermione woke to find herself lying in bed. Mr and Mrs Granger were beside her bed both carrying worried expressions on their faces. Mrs Granger removed the cold cloth from Hermione's forehead (A/N :- my mum always used to do that when I got sick).
'Hermione, dear, are you alright? You just fainted, just like that?' Mrs Granger said.
'Yeah,' Hermione said rubbing her haid. 'I guess I was just shocked, I mean, I still am, but, oh my God! Harry's my brother! Oh wait til Ron hears about this!' Hermione spotted a glass of water on her bedside table, and took a sip.
'Hermione, sweety, would you still like to meet up with Harry and Ron at Diagon Alley on the 19th?' Mr Granger asked.
'How can I not? I mean, they are my best friends, and Harry IS my brother .' Hermione trailed off. She was completely stunned, why hadn't her parents told her about this sooner? Hermione began to get angry. 'How could you keep this from me, all these years? Knowing that somewhere out there, I have a brother, who just happens to be one of my best friends.' She accidentally knocked over her glass in rage.
'We just thought that it might be too much for you to handle.'
'Why don't you stop thinking that I'm a child? I'm not! You can't treat me like one anymore.' She gestured for them to leave, and Mr and Mrs Granger, looking defeated, left the room. Hermione glared at them.
As soon as she heard the last footsteps fading down the stairs, Hermione grabbed her Quill and Parchment, and began to write a letter;
Dear Harry,
Guess what? I'm adopted, and my birth parents are your parents, and you just happen to be my twin.
Love Hermione.
PS, I can come to Diagon Alley on the 19th.
Hermione looked at it in disgust, scrumpled up the parchment and threw it out her window. She lay her head on the desk and began to cry. Why couldn't she have just been normal, like everyone else?
After a few hours of Hermione letting all her emotions out, she had no more tears. To busy herself, Hermione curled up in her chair with Hogwarts: A History, and began to read. Reading was the only thing that Hermione really loved. But no, that was Hermione Granger. This is Hermione Potter. She had to live up to her brother. Oh crap, Hermione thought. This wasn't going to work either way. Hermione needed to go for a walk.
'Come on Crookshanks.' She said to her cat, and walked outside.
~***~
(There's a meanwhile!)
Meanwhile ~~~~~~~~
Harry woke up at the Burrow to the searing pain of his scar burning. This was normal these days, since Voldemort had come back. He saw Hedwig sitting in her cage, pruning her feathers. She hooted softly, indicating to Harry that Hermione had written back. Harry went over to the table in Ron's room where there was a rolled up piece of parchment.
Dear Harry,
I'll try to be at Diagon Alley, but I can't make any promises.
I've been having a great summer, sorry about the Dursleys, but it's good that you're at Ron's place now.
Well, if I don't see you at Diagon Alley, I'll be sure to see you on the Hogwarts Express.
Love Hermione.
Cool. Harry thought. Hermione might be able to make it. Ginny came into the room.
'Good morning Harry, oh, what's that?' She asked, spotting the letter in Hermione's hand.
'Nothing, just a reply from Hermione.' Harry said. His scar burned again.
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Hermione had just passed the large, pretty fountain in the park near her house. Her wand was tucked neatly into her jacket pocket. She figured now, that if Voldemort realised that Hermione was Harry's sister, well, it's just too horrible to think about.
Crookshanks and Hermione rounded a corner, and a tall man dressed in black stepped in frount of her! Hermione tried to scream but a gloved hand was over her mouth in an instant. She tried to pull out her wand, but he had her hands restrained.
Hermione bit down hard on the thick glove. No luck, the glove must have been Dragon Hide, extremely hard to penetrate. Crookshanks meowed loudly, causing the man to loosten (only slightly) his grip on Hermione's arms. She wiggled her way out of his grasp, and grabbed her wand. She pointed it at his head, but he didn't look as if he was scared at all. She couldn't talk. Meaning Hermione was done for, unless .
She kicked his shin. Crookshanks jumped (an amazing jump) and landed on his head, where he clawed at the man's face. Hermione saw her chance and bolted. Crookshanks scratched him one last time, lept down, and sprinted after his master.
Hermione didn't stop until she had reached her house. She was sure that the man was a Death Eater. Voldemort must know, was her first thought. Why else would he send a Death Eater after me? She burst into the house.
'Hermione! Are you alright?' Mrs Granger ran up to her, Hermione had some blood on her cheek from when Crookshanks attacked.
'I'm fine mum, I just think I need a lie down.' Hermione broke away from Mrs Granger, and headed for the bathroom.
She washed her face to get off the blood, and went into her room, where she flopped on her bed.
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~* That just kinda came to me, I didn't plan putting that in at all! I'll write another chapter soon, but I do have to manage my other fics. *~
~Gryffindor Gal~
~* Wow, 5 reviews in one day! Happy! Thanks to Jamie Potter, Meneharma, Xam, Xamphie & Xamphia - lol -, Dauphin, and angelbaby (I think I did put in that Harry and Hermione are Unidentical twins, you might have missed that). Don't worry I will be able to squish in some Hermione/Draco in here somewhere! I try to get chapters up asap, so I don't make you wait too long. *~
Chapter 2 ~ The Attack
Hermione woke to find herself lying in bed. Mr and Mrs Granger were beside her bed both carrying worried expressions on their faces. Mrs Granger removed the cold cloth from Hermione's forehead (A/N :- my mum always used to do that when I got sick).
'Hermione, dear, are you alright? You just fainted, just like that?' Mrs Granger said.
'Yeah,' Hermione said rubbing her haid. 'I guess I was just shocked, I mean, I still am, but, oh my God! Harry's my brother! Oh wait til Ron hears about this!' Hermione spotted a glass of water on her bedside table, and took a sip.
'Hermione, sweety, would you still like to meet up with Harry and Ron at Diagon Alley on the 19th?' Mr Granger asked.
'How can I not? I mean, they are my best friends, and Harry IS my brother .' Hermione trailed off. She was completely stunned, why hadn't her parents told her about this sooner? Hermione began to get angry. 'How could you keep this from me, all these years? Knowing that somewhere out there, I have a brother, who just happens to be one of my best friends.' She accidentally knocked over her glass in rage.
'We just thought that it might be too much for you to handle.'
'Why don't you stop thinking that I'm a child? I'm not! You can't treat me like one anymore.' She gestured for them to leave, and Mr and Mrs Granger, looking defeated, left the room. Hermione glared at them.
As soon as she heard the last footsteps fading down the stairs, Hermione grabbed her Quill and Parchment, and began to write a letter;
Dear Harry,
Guess what? I'm adopted, and my birth parents are your parents, and you just happen to be my twin.
Love Hermione.
PS, I can come to Diagon Alley on the 19th.
Hermione looked at it in disgust, scrumpled up the parchment and threw it out her window. She lay her head on the desk and began to cry. Why couldn't she have just been normal, like everyone else?
After a few hours of Hermione letting all her emotions out, she had no more tears. To busy herself, Hermione curled up in her chair with Hogwarts: A History, and began to read. Reading was the only thing that Hermione really loved. But no, that was Hermione Granger. This is Hermione Potter. She had to live up to her brother. Oh crap, Hermione thought. This wasn't going to work either way. Hermione needed to go for a walk.
'Come on Crookshanks.' She said to her cat, and walked outside.
~***~
(There's a meanwhile!)
Meanwhile ~~~~~~~~
Harry woke up at the Burrow to the searing pain of his scar burning. This was normal these days, since Voldemort had come back. He saw Hedwig sitting in her cage, pruning her feathers. She hooted softly, indicating to Harry that Hermione had written back. Harry went over to the table in Ron's room where there was a rolled up piece of parchment.
Dear Harry,
I'll try to be at Diagon Alley, but I can't make any promises.
I've been having a great summer, sorry about the Dursleys, but it's good that you're at Ron's place now.
Well, if I don't see you at Diagon Alley, I'll be sure to see you on the Hogwarts Express.
Love Hermione.
Cool. Harry thought. Hermione might be able to make it. Ginny came into the room.
'Good morning Harry, oh, what's that?' She asked, spotting the letter in Hermione's hand.
'Nothing, just a reply from Hermione.' Harry said. His scar burned again.
~~~~~~~~~~*
Hermione had just passed the large, pretty fountain in the park near her house. Her wand was tucked neatly into her jacket pocket. She figured now, that if Voldemort realised that Hermione was Harry's sister, well, it's just too horrible to think about.
Crookshanks and Hermione rounded a corner, and a tall man dressed in black stepped in frount of her! Hermione tried to scream but a gloved hand was over her mouth in an instant. She tried to pull out her wand, but he had her hands restrained.
Hermione bit down hard on the thick glove. No luck, the glove must have been Dragon Hide, extremely hard to penetrate. Crookshanks meowed loudly, causing the man to loosten (only slightly) his grip on Hermione's arms. She wiggled her way out of his grasp, and grabbed her wand. She pointed it at his head, but he didn't look as if he was scared at all. She couldn't talk. Meaning Hermione was done for, unless .
She kicked his shin. Crookshanks jumped (an amazing jump) and landed on his head, where he clawed at the man's face. Hermione saw her chance and bolted. Crookshanks scratched him one last time, lept down, and sprinted after his master.
Hermione didn't stop until she had reached her house. She was sure that the man was a Death Eater. Voldemort must know, was her first thought. Why else would he send a Death Eater after me? She burst into the house.
'Hermione! Are you alright?' Mrs Granger ran up to her, Hermione had some blood on her cheek from when Crookshanks attacked.
'I'm fine mum, I just think I need a lie down.' Hermione broke away from Mrs Granger, and headed for the bathroom.
She washed her face to get off the blood, and went into her room, where she flopped on her bed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~*
~* That just kinda came to me, I didn't plan putting that in at all! I'll write another chapter soon, but I do have to manage my other fics. *~
~Gryffindor Gal~
