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Chapter 12: Life of Lies
"Hermione," Draco asked, kneeling in front of her, "have you ever wondered why you have brown hair and brown eyes, if you parents have blonde hair and blue eyes?"
Hermione shook her head, wondering why on earth Draco would ask her something like that. "Mum says my grandma had brown hair and eyes. She supposes I got it from her."
"Yes, but have you ever met that grandmother?"
"No, actually..."she trailed off. "Why?"
"Because, Hermione, I have reason to believe that the people you call parents aren't your parents. I don't believe they are even related to you at all."
"What?" Hermione, Harry and Ron said together.
"Hermione, when I was looking at you picture book, I though I recognized you parents form one of dad parties, one he had when I was younger. I thought it might just be coincidence that they had muggles that looked a lot like them, but the more pictures I looked at of the two, the more I knew it wasn't a coincidence. Then I noticed you had no baby pictures. Something every parent usually has. Then when you told me that your parents were in Southern France, it all clicked.
He looked up at her, concern in his eyes. "Hermione, I don't know how exactly to tell you this, but... he trailed off. He placed her book on her lap, open to the close-up of her parents.
"Before my dad went to Azkaban, he told me that Voldemort" (Ron shuddered again, but everyone ignored him) "was in the South of France, regrouping his death eaters. He told me that one couple would be rewarded beyond their dreams. He didn't say why though, but I think I know."
He picked up the emerald green book, opened it, and placed it on her lap. Hermione, Harry and Ron all looked down at it, and gasped. Hermione's parents, though younger in the picture, were laughing and showing the photographer their Dark Marks. There was no way it couldn't be them.
"There's more." Draco said. "I want you to know the full truth, Hermione."
"About twelve years ago, my mother's best friend and her husband were found murdered in what remained of their home. They're four year old daughter was missing. My mum knew it was dad's friends who killed them. She tried desperately to find her best friends baby, but to no avail. She went to dad, who told her the girl was in another home, and to forget about her. But my mother couldn't. She used to cry at night, hoping the girl was all right. She never forgave my father for not helping her find the little girl. Hermione, I want you to see something. Keep in mind that this was a death eater party."
He placed the other book in her lap. "Hermione," he said slowly, "I don't think the parents your with are your real parents. I think you're the girl my mothers been looking for most of my life."
Hermione looked down at the book. In one of the pictures was Hermione's parents, laughing and showing the photographer their Death Eater marks.
Hermione's world crumbled to dust. She looked up at Draco, who was watching her worriedly.
She gave him a small smile, then fainted dead away.
