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Chapter - 2 The Head Boy

The Granger family stepped out of the car, onto the busy London streets making their way towards the 'deserted' building they now knew was non other than the Leaky Cauldron.

After breakfast this morning they had gone out shopping it being Saturday and all, which is what they always did, and then near 3 o'clock headed to the Leaky Cauldron for this mysterious appointment.

The three Grangers entered the Leaky Cauldron Hermione leading her parents, all thinking there was no way in hell this place was ever going to win an award for being clean.

A man behind the bar looked up as the family came in and waited a second, giving them a once over to make sure it was the people who he thought, before barking out. "You're early...but he's here." And with a gnarled finger pointed towards a hallway "Down the hall – turn left – head downstairs – door at the end" he instructed and without another word or glance at the Grangers went back to 'cleaning' some mugs with a rather filthy looking rag.

Hermione rather startled at the mans sudden words, but didn't show any sign of being so, nodded and began to lead her parents who wore nervous expressions on their faces, in the direction he had indicated.

Questions such as 'I wonder who the Head Boy is?' and 'What are all the Head duties?' Hermione silently mused to herself as she walked, actually rather eager to get to the meeting now.

At last she reached the door, parents still behind, and she turned the large brass knob and stepped inside.

The room was nice, with a cozy fire going a large desk with stuffed armchairs in front of it sat in the center of the room and a coffee table stood nearby. Dumbledore smiled warmly at Hermione and her parents, from behind the desk as they came into the room shutting the door behind them.

"Good you're here early, that will let me speak to you privately before the others arrive .Oh please sit down," Dumbledore said gesturing to the armchairs in front of him.

Hermione took a seat and her parents at in the two chairs behind her. "What is it that you wanted to talk to me, I mean us, about Professor?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Some already know that." he replied, that familiar twinkle in his eye. "But first tea? Crumpets anyone?" he asked conjuring a tray full.

With one glance at her parents Hermione knew Dumbledore was referring to them when he talked about 'some already knowing'. This frustrated her enormously that they knew something she did not and had not told her. "Really Professor that's not necessary, but thank you anyway" Hermione replied a trace of agitation in her voice.

"Alright then" he replied and the tray of food disappeared. Dumbledore leaned back in his chair steepling his fingers together in thought. "Ms. Granger I must warn you there is no easy way to discuss this matter," he started off almost unsure of how to begin. "I called you here first of all to tell you about your, heritage."

Hermione gave both her parents and Dumbledore a puzzled expression. "What do you mean my heritage? I know all about my family," she stated cautiously.

Dumbledore leaned back once again rubbing his temples with his index fingers thoughtfully. "This is hard to explain." he said rather mysteriously. "The easiest way to have this broken to you is to here, well, just read this." He said and handed her a rather faded envelope.

Hermione took it, her hand shaking slightly, and began to open it gently. Inside was a single sheet of old parchment, she slowly unfurled it with trembling fingers.

To my Most Precious Gift
Hermione Celeste Seshat...

What? Hermione's mind was reeling already, that wasn't her name, except for the first part, she continued reading hoping to make sense of everything.

If you are reading this that means we are no longer here for you and for that I am truly sorry. The muggle family, you will have come to know, as you parents I hate to say, are not. In fact you are not even muggleborn as you may think. You come from another family with a long-standing wizarding heritage. I Amethyst Seshat am your mother and you father is Hunter Seshat. If you are reading this it means we were discovered and are no longer here for you. I want you to know that we love you very much and did not leave you by choice. I will have given you to a muggle family in a desperate hour, for your own protection. I know this may be hard for you to accept but it is the truth. I also hope that you will be happy in the choices we have made for both families concerning your future as an adult. We are sorry for any pain this maybe causing you but you must know we did this for the best and we will always love you.

Love Your Parents

Hot tears of anger and betrayal threatened to spill as Hermione looked up at Dumbledore and her parents in total disbelief, willing this all to be some sick joke. "Why? In sixteen and a half years have you never told me...thi..this can't be true..." was all she could manage to say before bursting into racking sobs.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger both responded with guilty ashamed faces full of desperation as they went over and wrapped a crying Hermione in their arms. "We wanted to keep you ours as long as possible..and we weren't allowed to tell you anyway..you had to be told when it was time for you to know about the Ma.." Mrs. Granger started but was cut off by a look and shake of the head from Dumbledore.

After a few minutes the tears flowed less and eventually stopped all together, for the moment anyway, but Hermione felt like she could cry all day. Emotions of confusion, betrayal, anger and terrible sadness were all swimming around inside of her and she couldn't separate them out. Hermione looked up at Dumbledore a thousand questions wanting to come out but she managed just a few. "Is this really true?" was her first and she hoped the answer was no.

Dumbledore looked at her, eyes full of concern, looking strained and older then normal. "I'm afraid it is. " he replied.

Hermione felt her last thread of hope crumble but she was able to keep herself from crying again to ask another question. "What is this other family she..my...m..mother spoke of?" she asked shakily, her eyes still red and puffy from tears.

"That's what I needed someone else her for as well. Ahhh, I think I hear them coming now actually."

Sure enough muffled footsteps could be heard steadily drawing nearer to the room. Hermione anxiously watched the door, whipping away some of her tears, half terrified of who it could be.

The door opened to reveal someone very, familiar.

Hermione looked at him with a jumble of emotions clearly present on her face, and he looked at her the same way in return. With everything she had found out this perfect day was getting worse by the minute since she had found out all this news.

"Please sit down," Dumbledore said to the Head Boy and the woman behind him. Hermione watched tentatively as he took a seat behind her next to her parents. "No not there, next to Ms. Granger please" Dumbledore corrected. The boy shot him an irritated look but didn't argue and did what was asked. When he was seated Dumbledore cleared his throat "Now on to the real business" he said.

'At least its just Head Boy and Girl Duties' Hermione thought sourly throwing another glance to the boy, well man now in reality.

The Headmaster handed both of the students in front of him an aged yellow looking document, which was totally identical. "Read" Dumbledore instructed, and they did.

While they read, Hermione's parents shot nervous glances towards her, the Headmaster, and the woman. The woman merely looked as if she was constantly sucking on a lemon.

Hermione looked up with shock upon her face. This was a million times worse then finding out she had been lied to her whole life and that the parents she had known as her own were not.

Simultaneously a minute later, looks of combined fury, surprise, disgust and anger plagued the faces of the two teenagers who both stood up and started ranting.

"NEVER...I will Never!" Hermione stormed feeling like she was going to explode with rage. "Not her!..sh..she's!" was all the boy, man, next to her could say, which was very unlike him. "I positively refuse!" Hermione added shooting a glare to the person next to her.

"Control Yourselves" Dumbledore said sternly but never raising his voice.

Hermione blushed warmly, ashamed of her actions in front of the Headmaster but felt very justified in her reasons behind it. "I don't understand.." she said, comprehending the document but not wanting to believe it.

"Read it again" Dumbledore said simply.

Hermione sat down and immediately began re-reading it, hoping she had missed some key element and she noticed the boy, man beside her did the same.

Hermione read the very top line again...

The MM Contract...

A/N: Anyone curious to who this woman and Head Boy...I mean man are? What about why the both started yelling after they read this 'MM Contract'? I'm trying to get better at cliff hangers so you'll find out the answers to these questions in the next chapter. Also I will give 10 Brownie points and a cookie to anyone who knows where Hermione's REAL last name (Seshat in this story) comes from/means! I think it is very appropriate for her. Also chapters will get longer as I go..this one started out longer but I ended it shorter for plot reasons. Anyway please R/R and tell me what you think k cause this is my first fan-fic.