Chapter Three: Their Prophecy
"Hermione, dear?" asked a nervous Mr. Granger attentively. Mrs. Granger stood behind him in their daughter's door.
"Yes?" Hermione answered looking up from her new schoolbooks. Se could see the tension on her parents' faces. Hermione just looked at them in wonder. 'This scene is rather odd,' she thought, 'Looks as if it's serious.'
"We need to tell you something, poppet," her father started even though it was his wife's idea to tell her tonight in the first place. She had said something around the lines of feeling like she needed to know before school.
'I think that was obvious,' her mind said humorously, but instead she said in mock innocence, "It sounds serious, Daddy." The words came too sweetly from Hermione's normally sharp-tongues mouth. They weren't fooled.
"Oh, Richard, don't beat around the bush!" scolded Katilynn, "We both know she's too smart for that."
"Thank you, Mum," their daughter said with a broad grin.
"Hermione, we were going to tell you on your birthday, but your mother feels that we should tell you now," Richard started smoothly in a tone that made Hermione feel like she was ignorant.
"Drop it, Richard!" exclaimed Hermione's mother in exasperation, "I'll tell her."
Richard looked grudgingly at his wife.
"Oh, come on you two! I'm not five, you know?" Hermione said getting a little aggravated at their slow pace.
"Hermione, dear…" Mrs. Granger approached cautiously, while her husband was unconscientiously backing towards the door
She was starting to get nervous with her parents' continuous fear etched stares.
"Well…Hermione, your father and I aren't muggles," Mrs. Granger said biting the bullet, while Mr. Granger fled through the door.
Hermione was shocked. After all of those taunting she had to go through, after living her life as a muggle, and after growing up in the wizarding world and being treated like a freak, she wasn't a muggle-born. Hermione felt lied to. Her life was a lie…she'd lived a lie for sixteen years.
"Why didn't you tell me?" shrieked the teenage girl in distress, "Am I even your child?"
"Hermione, we were trying to protect you," cried her distraught mother.
But Hermione wasn't thinking it through; it was just too much, "Oh, yeah, great plan, Mum. I get teased and cursed and laughed at for six years before I'm told that I've lived a lie for my whole life!"
Tears were welling up in Katilynn's large hazel eyes.
Seeing her mother starting to cry, Hermione took a deep breath of reasoning. "I'm sorry, Mum. Why didn't you tell me?" she asked calming down slowly.
"We had to go into hiding before you was born. Voldemort had decided that something with our family would effect him greatly, so Dumbeldore sent us into the muggle world to hide."
"What did he think was so interesting?" Hermione asked inquisitively. She slid over to sit by her mother.
"You, dear," was her quiet reply. She looked at her daughter sadly, hoping that she would understand the next part of her life.
"Me? Why me?" she asked nearly regretting the question as it formed on her lips.
"There was a Prophecy told about you and a boy. The boy is the son of an old friend of mine," her mother said nervously biting her lip.
"A friend of yours, Mum?" Hermione asked suddenly having a feeling of dread creep up her back. She didn't trust the worried look on her mother's face for an instant.
"Yes, dear…Narcissa Black. Well, now she's a Malfoy, but I do believe you know her son, Draco?" her mother said without looking at her. She already knew the answer.
Hermione felt sick. 'Oh, this so isn't good,' her mind groaned unhappily. "Yes, I know him mother," she said through clenched teeth, while a torrent of horrid memories flashed through her mind. She shook her head in disgust before she said, "And who was this genius that Saw this Prophecy?"
"It was me, Hermione," her mother said quietly.
The disgust in Hermione's eyes faded quickly into interest.
"What did it say?" she asked captivated. Part of her wanted to know, while the rest didn't.
"The Dark Lord will rise again. The world's fate lies within two enemies' hearts. My child shall have wisdom, while yours has the power. They must get over their past and unite for the future. The man, who defeated darkness once before, shall decide their destiny. Without them the world will fall dark."
Hermione's eyes had grown large towards the end. 'Harry's involved!' her brain proclaimed happily, 'At least you're not alone…Wait half a second, did it say hearts? Oh, no! I'm supposed to get along with Malfoy, when we can't even breathe the same air without him saying something rude…'
"Why does it say your?" she asked to keep the silence at bay.
"Oh, Narcissa was the one that heard me that night," her mother said looking relieved that that was all Hermione was going to say.
Katilynn Granger ran a hand through her already tousled chestnut hair. A long, heavy sigh escaped her pursed lips. "Your father is going to get it; leaving me alone."
Hermione watched in mild amusement as her father peeped around the doorframe looking guilty.
"Is the storm over," he asked with a sheepish grin.
"Oh, Richard!" her mother exclaimed as she grabbed up a pillow and chucked it at him hard. The pillow hit its mark forcefully.
The women laughed at his sputtering guffaw.
"Goodnight, sweetheart," Mr. Granger said as he pulled his wife up.
Her mother smiled at her lopsidedly. She knew it would be a rough one.
"Goodnight, Daddy…Mum," their daughter replied faking a yawn. She just wanted to be left alone for a while.
After they had closed her door and turned out the light, Hermione laid back own her bed with a sigh. All she wanted to do was think over all of the oddities happening in her recently changed life.
It was going to be a long night.