A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in awhile. But I was grounded one week, went on vacation the next, and too busy the other. I'm really sorry. Can you forgive me? Well, enough waiting, here is the second chapter. Oh, and thank you everyone who commented. The last chapter I will put everyone's name down.

Chapter Two: The Surprise

As the students left the Great Hall after lunch, everyone was chatting. Girls wear talking to other girls about who would ask them and if it would be a good person or not. Boys just acted tuff like they didn't care who they chose.

Harry and Ron ran over to Hermione with dumbstruck faces.

"'Mione! How could you do this to us?" Harry asked frantically. He did not look like he wanted to be the one to ask the girl out. Hermione just held her head up high and smiled.

"Well, I thought it was a brilliant idea. We could use something different." Hermione said with dignity.

"Good idea? Good Idea! Bloody hell it's a good idea!" Ron said loudly with anger. Hermione's smile immediately left her face and glared over at the two tall boys.

"Fine! If you don't like my idea, deal with it! What's done is done! There is nothing I can do!" Hermione yelled and turned around with tears in her eyes and ran off, leaving her books on the marble floor.

Ron crossed his arms and pouted, but Harry looked guilty.

"Ron, I do think she really liked the idea and really wanted to do this whole dance thing." Harry said looking up at the retreating back of Hermione. Ron just shrugged and left for Potions class.

Hermione ran all the way up to the Gryffindore common room and plopped on one of the soft, red chairs. She angrily wiped away her tears and stared at the empty fireplace. As she sat there, she heard a tapping noise at the window. Looking over, she saw a brown tawny owl. The teenaged girl got up and walked over to the window. Opening it, the owl held out its left leg with a letter attached to it. Untying it, the owl waited patiently.

"Oh, of course!" Hermione dug into her pocket and held out a small cracker. "Her you go."

That wasn't exactly what the owl wanted, but took it and flew off.

Hermione looked down at the letter addressed to her. It was from the Ministry of Magic.

"I wonder what they want?" She thought aloud. Opening it, it read:

Dear Ms. Hermione Granger,

We regret to inform you that your parents are now under custody in Azkaban prison. They have been associating with You-Know-Who for the last 19 years. They have informed us that they have never told you about any of this and made you believe that they are muggle dentists.

A Ministry official will be arriving shortly to question you. Please answer there questions truthfully. Thank you for your time.

Mr. Barty Crouch

Head of Ministry of Magic

Hermione dropped the letter. She stood there shocked, the letter repeating itself over and over in her head.

"No. No. My p…p…parents are NOT wizards. They're…. They're just normal folk. They can't be wizards." Hermione stuttered, tears welling up in her brown eyes. She hurriedly picked up and reread the letter. It still read the same thing.

Hermione whipped out her wand and pointed at the empty fireplace and started a blazing fire. Angrily, she threw the letter into the flames. She watched as the parchment burned slowly. She then turned and ran out of the common room, through the portrait hole and down the stairs.

She ran. Just ran. Past the students leaving for their next class, past Harry and Ron, past teachers, past the great doors that lead out into the grounds. Pushing them open, she ran down the bridge past the students leaving Care of Magical Creatures class, past Hagrid's Hut, and down into the Forbidden Forest. Finally, her legs gave out and she fell to the floor and began sobbing. The teenager curled up into a ball and cried. She couldn't believe that her parents would do that to her. She never noticed that they would do weird things around her. She thought they were just dentists that liked to talk with her about school and her …..friends.

"Oh no. Harry. I told them everything about Harry. His weaknesses, his strong points, everything! And they probably told Voldemort! NO!" Hermione began to sob harder.

"How could this happen to me?" She yelled up at the sky.

A/N: Ok, is this ok? I know it's something that probably wasn't expected. I hope you like. Sorry if it's a little short.