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Chapter 2: News, News, And More News

"What is it Danny?" I asked him. I couldn't curb my curiosity and he knew it. He was milking this for all it was worth, I could see it in his eyes.

"Damn Mya, you have no idea how much I missed you, do you?" Apparently the exciting news was going to be left for later. Fine, I could wait. Besides now I was confused by the tone of his voice.

"What do you mean Danny?" I asked. "I missed you so much too," I continued but he cut me off.

"Mya, Mya, Mya," he said softly shaking his head.

"What is it?" I asked. Now I was really confused. I leaned down closer to his bent head in an attempt to look him in his eyes.

He shrugged his shoulders and just smiled. "Well I have a big surprise Hermione. You know that trip I went on? Well it was with your Headmaster. Yeah, I'm a wizard." He said answering my confused look. "I couldn't tell you until now. I've been going to Buexbatons ever since you left for Hogwarts."

"Oh my God! But how?"

"Well Dumbledore didn't want anyone to know I was one. See I'm a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin and I would have been a prime target for both sides during this war. Don't give me that look Mya. Just cause I'm related to him doesn't mean I think like him." He said as a worried look passed over my face. "That's why I was sent to live with my muggle aunt and uncle, then sent to Buexbatons. But now that the war is over, it's safe for me. I am coming to Hogwarts!" he said.

I was so shocked. "Oh my God! You'll love it there! I'm so happy." I said excitedly.

"I know I like it there. That's where I was this past two weeks. I met with Dumbledore. I'm a Slytherin, obviously. And he made me an honorary prefect. I also met with Harry and Draco. I can't believe Harry still hates him even though Draco sacrificed so much so that light would win. His whole family is gone. You'd think Harry'd cut him some slack."

"The beef between those two goes farther than light versus dark. They just don't get along. It's a shame, Draco's a pretty cool guy. He almost reminds me of you at times."

"How we look nothing alike?"

It was true in looks they were very different. Draco was kinda tall, he had blonde hair cut to frame his face nicely and a nicely quidditch toned body, with gray-blue eyes. Danny on the other hand was extremely tall. About six feet six inches, with a messy array of black hair, and his green eyes. I loved his eyes, they were deep emerald green with a slight yellow ring hoopinringing each of his pupils. He had a soccer build, long and lanky, but very much in shape, trust me I know. It wasn't looks that linked these two together, it was personality. Once I became friends with Draco I realized those two acted a lot alike.

"No I know you don't look alike. But you do act alike."

"Now that I can see."

"I thought so."

"Hey lets go to The Raven tonight, come on it'll be fun."

"Alright I guess, but I have to do some chores before okay. I'll meet you at nine, sound okay?" I said. The Raven was a dance club. We always had fun there. Danny taught me how to dance, and really I wasn't that bad but at home was the only place I danced.

"Great see ya then." He said as he got up to leave.

"Yeah bye." I said as I went inside. I did my chores and went back to my room to find my letter on the desk. I walked over to my desk and picked up the envelope and turned it over in my hands. It had an odd seal that I didn't recognize. At once my curiosity gripped me again. I slit open the seal and took out the letter inside. Initially as I read the letter I was stunned, then disbelieving, how could this be. Out nowhere I get this letter—but no it just can't be true. Can it? It'd explain a lot that's for sure. I was pondering all this as I read the letter over a second time and a third. It read:

To: Miss Morgan Demoire August 16, 2003

(Also Know As Miss Hermione Granger)

Miss Demoire we regret to inform you that your birth parents have passed away on Sunday August 10, 2003. They perished during an uprising of the former dark lord's followers in a small village in Scotland. Services have already been held and you will find enclosed in this envelope their final will. You may contact Gringots Wizarding Bank regarding the will.

As you should well know by now you were adopted on your first birthday by the Grangers. Mrs. Signey Granger and the late Mr. George Granger took you into their household as a precautionary step as Mrs. Granger had been a prominent member of the wizarding world before getting married.

Our condolences to you as you deal with your tragedy. If you have any questions please contact us.

Sincerely,

Irma Surry

Head of the Department of Mystery

This was one of the worst and confusing things for my mind to handle, I was still trying to recover from my father's death. Well, Mr. Granger's death. That wound was still fresh, especially when I thought about how, if my mother and myself had not gone out that night, we too would have been caught in our burning house. I can still remember having to keep my mom from running in there. She had been devastated at the event. When I came out of my state of shock I looked back in the envelope and indeed there was my parents' will. My parent's whom I have never met, nor known I've had. It was then that a rapping at my bedroom window startled me. Dumbledore's owl was at the window. I let it in and untied the letter. I read it through and sighed rubbing my head in confusion. I'd had enough by then. I'd deal with this later. If I'd ask questions now I'd only get upset and tonight I was going to The Raven with Danny. Tonight I was having fun.

So I picked up my letters and put them in my desk drawer to look at tomorrow. I went over to my armoire and started looking for an outfit. I had had it with news today. I was gonna let loose and have some fun.

Peace bri-alma-libre