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Chapter 1: Things Change. So Do People
Sometimes I find it hard to act like I've always acted. Then I just remember what will happen to my parents and my best friend if I don't, and I'm back to "normal." It's been this way for a little over a year now, and they are still alive, so I can't be doing that bad.
You see, a few weeks into my sixth year I received a letter from my parents-a letter that told me who I really am. My mother is a witch, my father a Muggle. My mother was and still is very powerful. She explained that my real father was a wizard, but that they had decided it would be safer if they divorced before Voldemort came after them. My mother also told me that she married a Muggle friend of my fathers as soon as she found out she was pregnant with me. So I, Hermione Anne Granger, am a pureblood witch-the only daughter of Annie Calveson and Sirius Black. Yes that's right, Sirius Black was my father. My mother told me not to change my name and not to tell a soul. I listened.
A few weeks after that letter, I received another. It read:
Miss Hermione Black-
Help me or your parents and your best friend Virginia Weasley will perish. You don't want that to happen do you?
Yours,
Tom Marvolo Riddle-
Lord Voldemort
They are still alive today. All of them, even Harry and Ron. Yeah sure, I'm telling Voldemort stuff, but not enough to get Harry or Ron killed.
Now, in my seventh year as Head Girl, it's not getting any easier. And to make matters worse, somebody knows. I'm not sure who, but it's just this feeling I have. Somebody knows who I am and that I'm helping Voldemort. I just don't know if they know why.
Patrolling the halls is such a pain. Although, taking points away from Slytherin is kind of fun, I could get used to it. Except that the Head Boy takes points from Gryffindor. But that is because he is a Slytherin, Blaise Zambini actually, because Draco didn't want to be Head Boy.
Without warning, somebody grabbed me from behind and pulled me into an empty classroom. When the door closed swiftly behind us, I realized I was in a pitch black unused classroom-none of the classrooms on the eighth floor are used for teaching, but they are used-with somebody. I just didn't know who.
I heard the other person mutter lumos, illuminating the classroom enough so we could see. I whirled around, taking a step back as I did so, and found myself looking straight at none other than....
To Be Continued. Please Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 1: Things Change. So Do People
Sometimes I find it hard to act like I've always acted. Then I just remember what will happen to my parents and my best friend if I don't, and I'm back to "normal." It's been this way for a little over a year now, and they are still alive, so I can't be doing that bad.
You see, a few weeks into my sixth year I received a letter from my parents-a letter that told me who I really am. My mother is a witch, my father a Muggle. My mother was and still is very powerful. She explained that my real father was a wizard, but that they had decided it would be safer if they divorced before Voldemort came after them. My mother also told me that she married a Muggle friend of my fathers as soon as she found out she was pregnant with me. So I, Hermione Anne Granger, am a pureblood witch-the only daughter of Annie Calveson and Sirius Black. Yes that's right, Sirius Black was my father. My mother told me not to change my name and not to tell a soul. I listened.
A few weeks after that letter, I received another. It read:
Miss Hermione Black-
Help me or your parents and your best friend Virginia Weasley will perish. You don't want that to happen do you?
Yours,
Tom Marvolo Riddle-
Lord Voldemort
They are still alive today. All of them, even Harry and Ron. Yeah sure, I'm telling Voldemort stuff, but not enough to get Harry or Ron killed.
Now, in my seventh year as Head Girl, it's not getting any easier. And to make matters worse, somebody knows. I'm not sure who, but it's just this feeling I have. Somebody knows who I am and that I'm helping Voldemort. I just don't know if they know why.
Patrolling the halls is such a pain. Although, taking points away from Slytherin is kind of fun, I could get used to it. Except that the Head Boy takes points from Gryffindor. But that is because he is a Slytherin, Blaise Zambini actually, because Draco didn't want to be Head Boy.
Without warning, somebody grabbed me from behind and pulled me into an empty classroom. When the door closed swiftly behind us, I realized I was in a pitch black unused classroom-none of the classrooms on the eighth floor are used for teaching, but they are used-with somebody. I just didn't know who.
I heard the other person mutter lumos, illuminating the classroom enough so we could see. I whirled around, taking a step back as I did so, and found myself looking straight at none other than....
To Be Continued. Please Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!