When Hermione woke up the next morning in a strange bed, it finally hit her. And let's just say she was NOT a happy camper. To demonstrate this, she threw off her scarlet comforter, and made for the door. She entered the giant hallway, and had to restrain herself from not letting her anger get the best of her. The crystal candle holders on the walls were gorgeous, and the candles flickering in them were teasing her. Hermione shoved her hands in her pockets, and stopped looking around, because if she did, she knew that daddy dearest would not be happy to find his precious Italian crystal scattered about the floor. Thinking about her so called father made the anger inside of her diminish slightly. It seemed a little strange, but she liked the man, she just did not appreciate that he waited nearly sixteen years to tell her he was her father.
That thought brought her to the Grangers, and all of her anger returned in full force. 'Why didn't they tell me I was adopted?!' she thought angrily, mentally cursing the woman she'd called mother for so many years for constantly using the phrase 'flesh and blood' to justify her protective actions. 'why did she lie to me?' Hermione's eyes welled up with tears, and she let out a slight, aggravated sound, and rammed straight into a door.
"Ow," she said, rubbing her nose, "stupid door." She kicked it, not realizing that she wasn't wearing any shoes, and hurt her toe greatly on the large, mahogany door. Feeling even more angry and upset then she had before, she turned the silver handle and walked inside the room.
Immediately a sort of calm washed over her, as she entered the familiar room, and she was once again drawn to the picture above the fireplace. She felt sad, looking at the woman in the picture, knowing that she'd never know the woman who appeared to have given birth to her. It was all too much to process right now, having her whole self changed in a mere matter of hours.
"Hermione," she jumped backward upon hearing her birthfather's voice. It was startling, to say the least. As he walked her out of the room, she felt all of her anger wash back over her at once. And, being the female she is, she started immediately to cry.
"Hermione," he said again, this time his voice full of concern, concern that only a father could have for his daughter, "I know you must be very upset, confused, and angry with me right now, but…"
"Angry with you?" Hermione sounded surprised, "you saved me! It's those, those… those bloody MUGGLES who claimed to be my parents that I'm angry with. They told me I was their daughter. They told me I was their flesh and blood, handed me my birth certificate from a bloody MUGGLE hospital and told me the story about how my mom was in labor for 32 hours. And when I got my Hogwarts letter they acted so bloody surprised that a thing even exsisted! But they KNEW. They KNEW I was a witch, and they knew I was going to get a letter, and they LIED. THEY LIED TO ME." She was screaming, angry tears were streaming down her face, and she made no attempt to stop them, or wipe them off. Her pink pajama collar was getting drenched.
"My whole bloody life is a lie…" she trailed off, and not a sound could be heard in the house besides the tears running down her face.
Her father didn't say a word. He just did what any good father would do. He wrapped his daughter up in his arms, and let her cry until she couldn't cry anymore.
Sorry the chapters are so bloody short everyone. Thanks for reviewing, and my life is calming down so I should be having some time to sit down and get a few long chapters in soon. Love you! 3