A/N: my disclaimer will go throughout the story. Also, I'm going to pretend that they're all of age and have taken their apparition tests.
Her parents looked grave as she appeared in the living room with a pop.
"Sit down, dear," her mother said as Hermione looked at her inquisitively. "I don't know how to say this, but as you are of age, it's time your father and I tell you," she continued. With a deep breath, Mrs. Granger finally blurted, "Hermione, sweetie, you are adopted." Hermione was speechless, and her parents, or foster parents, couldn't think of anything reassuring to say. The next few minutes were laden with an uncomfortable silence. Finally, her mother spoke.
"Your parents are what you might call purebloods. Mr. and Mrs. Rookwood were their names, I believe."
"Death Eaters!" Hermione gasped.
"Hermione," her father said, finally speaking. "I understand that you may have different beliefs from your parents, but please give them a chance! They are your family, after all."
Hermione ran from the room crying and went into her own room, slamming the door behind her. My parents? She thought. They want me to be a death eater because my parents are? What am I going to do? Then it stuck her. She would go ask Harry and Ron. They were her best friends! They would know what to do!
Meanwhile, her parents grabbed some floo powder and stepped into the fire. "Rookwood Manor!" they shouted. They appeared out of a beautiful marble fireplace onto a hardwood floor into an enormous living room with an ornate chandelier, luxurious plush and marble furniture, and a second roaring fireplace. Augustus and Roberta Rookwood sat on a scarlet plush couch, as though they had been awaiting these two seemingly unwelcome guests.
"Daniel, Emma!" Roberta cried. "All these years of waiting. It's been far too long!"
A/N: HAHAHAHA I leave you here with this most interesting twist. Purebloods and Muggles. Who knows? I DO! LOL review me and give me suggestions. I kind know where this is going but I'll change it up to please my adoring fans!
