FLASHBACK
Hermione angrily stomped off the Knight Bus. What the hell is going on, she thought, staring at her house, which was dark, except for a single light in the living room showing tall shadows and dark figures pacing. She pushed the door open and stood in the dim light, peering at the two cloacked figures that stood next to her parents. Her mother was sobbing into her father's chest. He was calmly murmuring to her.
"What's the hell is going on?" She asked, frowning, "Why didn't you pick me up."
"We're sorry," said her father, making a weak attempt at to smile, "Hermy, something's happened. We have something to tell you."
"Mya we've been lying to you all this time," said her mother still sobbing, "We adopted you."
"We aren't muggles," her father said, wiping his eyes, "We're squibs."
"What! How... could you lie to me like that?" Hermione shouted, "For years you've lied to me? I can't believe you! What did you think? That I would hate you? Well I hope your happy, because I do now."
"Mya, we're sorry," the woman shouted.
"Don't ever call me that," She sneered, staring at the woman who was crying before her, "You don't even know me."
"Oh look," One of the cloacked figures said, obviously grinning, "She's already taken to her roots."
"I know," the other, more feminine voice agreed, "She's one of us."
"So your the two who gave me up," Hermione smirked, looking at them, "What makes you think that I'd even want go with you?"
"You don't have a choice," the male voice answered, growing harsh and cold.
"Come on, we're going now," the other said, holding out a pale slender hand.
Hermione hesitated. Then with a smirk, she grabbed it. I've always wanted to be someone else, she thought, Now I am. Then, they were gone, leaving behind the things she had known all her life.
END FLASHBACK