Chapter Two
Disclaimer: Everything is JK Rowling, except the plot

"Welcome Miss Granger" Hermione heard come from a cool voice, siting behind a desk. She was in Dumbledore's office, there were pictures of old headmasters and mistresses covering every inch of the wall. There were all sorts of gold, silver and bronze contraptions around the room, and a bright red bird sitting behind Dumbledore. Hermione was completely entranced with Dumbledore's office she seemed to forget that Dumbledore was even there. She heard an unwrapping of candy and came back to reality.
"Would you like one Miss Granger, I dare say that Muggle candy is quite good" he said popping a peppermint in his mouth.
"No thank you Professor"
"Well I guess you are wondering why I have brought you to my office" Dumbledore said waving a hand around the room, and to the sleeping headmasters before him.
"I believe it may have something to do with me being adopted, though I just found out, you couldn't surely have known before I did, did you?"
"Aww, Miss Granger, being the headmaster of a school, you learn more about their pupils then they think" he smiled over his half moon spectacles.
"Do you, I mean, do you know who my real parents are Professor?" Hermione asked hopefully.
"Yes, though it is not my job to tell you who they are, or were to find them, I believe that they shall find you"
"That'll do me good" Hermione potted slumping back into the chair. Dumbledore seemed calm as ever, with the famous sparkle in his eye.
"Miss Granger you did have another way of transportation to night, a little piece of paper. I do believe that it is still on your wall."
"So, that's from my parents, my real ones, but it can't a portkey I've touched it many times before now."
"But you did not know were it would take you, or who it would take you to, you did not even know it was a portkey. You do know now what it is, once you are ready to meet them it will take you there," Hermione smiled up at her headmaster, almost forgetting to talk to him about her tears, the very reason she had wanted to come.
"Your parents will explain everything once you are home," he answered as if reading her mind "Know, take the portkey I sent you, I believe your parents are waiting for you," Hermione waved goodbye to Dumbledore, and thanked him for his help. She picked up the sock and as back in her room. There was a sudden knock at the door
"Hermione"
"What?" she asked grabbing books here and there and placing them in her trunk.
"We need to talk to you about your real parents, it is quite important and you have the right to know," her parents had walked into the room and saw her packing. "What are you doing?"
"Going to my parents, I talked to Dumbledore, the headmaster of the school. He gave me some advice and I will take it," she said as she placed her folded up robes in-between two of her schoolbooks.
"How are you getting there?" her father asked, Hermione knew that her parents would act this way, they had never stood in front of her. She knew leaving this home would be quite simple.
"Portkey, remember I told you about them last year you touch something and it lifts you to were it is made to go. That letter over there shall take me—you knew didn't you? That's why you could never look at it, and you were dreadfully upset when I received the letter. You were never upset when Ron or Harry gave me one, but I knew something was up the moment I showed you it!" (please clarify who's talking)
"You knew all along and you never told me?" (please clarify who's talking)
"We tried it seemed there was never a right moment, Hermione you still would have been upset with us if we had told you sooner." Hermione didn't answer she was pacing the room back and forth, checking under the bed and in the drawers to make sure there was not a speck of her belongings in the house.
She was just about to reach for the parchment when her father touched her shoulder, she knew they did not want to leave on such rough terms. Hermione lowered her hand and turned to her parents. She had to agree with them, this was no way to leave the people who had been her parents for the past 16 years.
"I must leave and find out about my past, something is going to happen, and staying here will not help stop it. I know that you will understand" she walked to her father and gave him a hug, then to her mother. They finally let go after another hug from her father, when she touched the parchment, and left her room behind her.

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