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So you think I'm too young

But you don't know that I've grown.

And you said I'm too naïve

Yet you never had shown me the complex world.

Then you told me what I am

Still I am my own self

So, now I've suddenly aged and grown

From this little fragile body you used to hold?

Written by Me.

Chapter 3- Revelations

I really need to get a manicure. The quills I've been using are starting to stain my nails. Hmm. Maybe I should buy the better quills…

Quickly, Hermione diverted her attention back to her parents. She did not want to miss out any thing that her parents said. It was something that had agitated Hermione, and then made her confused, and now, mystified.

What is of so utmost importance that they must make such a big deal out of it? Hermione thought. Suddenly, her eyes caught Mr. Granger materializing a manila folder from thin air.

"Dad! How did you do that! Have you been reading through my text books?" after some thoughts, Hermione concluded, "But you're a muggle! You can't perform magic! You don't have enough magic in your blood! 101 Basic Rules of Magic says so! Professor Dumbledore had recommend it when I asked him about magic in my first year, it couldn't be wrong…"

"Dear, calm down, and listen carefully to what we are going to say. Don't you want to know what you have been missing out these years? We're going to explain, if only you would stop being so dramatic here!" Mrs. Granger raised her voice to match Hermione's.

Sure, so now I'm being the drama queen here? Since it must be something major that they are hiding from me; it's natural to act this way! Hermione thought bitterly.

"Now, now. Before you go into one of your rants, look through these. Then your mother and I will go through whatever that you don't understand, in details." Mr. Granger offered Hermione some folders, and a few photo albums. The articles looked the same age as Hermione, if not, older.

Hermione's PointOfView

Now… see what we have here… birth certificate… Huh! I was born in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries? I thought I was born in Canderdale Hospital? No, no, I must misread that.

Oh gosh. I blinked and still, it stated that I am born in St. Mungo's!

I looked up and saw Mom and Dad deep in discussion. Hmm. They must be thinking about how I'll react.

I glared really hard at them.

Major? Being from a wizarding family isn't major enough to let me know through all these years?

Hey! What's that? Whoa. This portrait is very old, to add to it, it is moving! The toddler is cute! That looks like me, no wait! That IS me! September 16… I should be around three? Yep, that is definitely me, since Mom and Dad are in the picture too.

Oh well. Does that mean that I am born to be a witch, with magical blood that runs in me?

I opened another few documents, but they were lengthy and yellow with age. This is so not the time to read.

End of Hermione's PoV

"Mom, is this what I really think it is? That we are a wizarding family?" Hermione asked, in a voice that was too calm to soothe the nerves of her parents.

Truth to be told, they did not know how Hermione would respond to the sudden twist. Likewise, they did not know how were they to reply Hermione. After all,lying about birth heritages is not an everyday business.

"Well, I think that you saw the documents, includingthat application to allow you to retain the memory that you have selectively left…" Hermione interrupted Mrs. Granger.

"No, I didn't exactly read through those documents. Care to elaborate?" Hermione asked, not noticing the displeasure of Mrs. Granger at being interrupted.

Mr. Granger went on to explain, "You see, when you were around four, something that impacted you greatly happened in this room…"

:Repeat Flashback:

Hermione was stunned. So, that meant that she had known, until that fateful accident. Still, she did not understand why was it that they chose to let her remain the way she was.

Mrs. Granger shrugged. "There didn't seem to be anything wrong with you other than you memory loss, you were as cheerful and didn't sustain any visible injury. Also, you great-grand Aunt had predicted that the Dark Age would come soon, and it did came. Anyway, your father and I felt that it would be better if you didn't know of your wizarding heritage and be influenced by the other twisted minds of those snobbish purebloods."

After a pause, Hermione asked with anticipation, " What is my real last name? It couldn't be Granger, since people would have pointed out…"

"You are a C'estliaz, whose origin I am not quite sure of. However, I am sure that you can find them in one of the magical library. By the way, most of the locked rooms consist of magical items." Mr. Granger informed Hermione.

That must meant that I am a pureblood!

"Just to add to your Dad's, you are not entirely a certified pureblood since your great-grandmother had to get drunk and have a wild night before her wedding. When your grandfather was born, no tests were run since your great-grandfather trusted her. Nonetheless, after the passing on of your great-grandmother, rumours started to spread that your grandfather was not a pureblood. But your great-grandfather died of exhaustion soon after the death of his wife, and didn't have the chance to test. Then again, no one dared to offendyour grandfatherand run tests… You see, he had become rich from inheriting the fortune and already, he had a unpredictable and notorious temper." Mrs. Granger paused to think.

"Some research have shown that tests on purity of blood will not be accurate after two generations, and thus we didn't try. Nonetheless, C'estliaz is a known family, an elegant and gracious family. So, hush, purity of blood doesn't have to matter."

Hermione mumbled about complications and damnation of this muggle residence.

"Young lady, I heard you!" Mr. Granger exclaimed, with a little tinge of playfulness in his voice. "This residence is not as muggle as you think! There are enchantments, charms, and too many spells placed onto this grand home of ours to remember. Just remember not to be ashamed of being from the C'esliaz, or be stumped at words to say when people question you."

"I'd dare to say that you have taken this quite well. Do you know how long it took me to practice commenting on your schooling? Years and years!" Mr. Granger said.

"Dar, I think you can retire to your own room if you want, after all, school is starting soon! Just to mention, there should be 4000 galleons on your desk, as a reward for your wonderful grades! Also, if you'd like, there can be a designer down here tomorrow for your robes and dresses. Dear heavens know how much you need a new look!" Mrs. Granger winked.

Oh no, this is getting too complicated. So I am more or less a reputable only child of the C'estliazs? And we are filthy rich, be it pounds, or galleons? So rich until we can afford to pop a designer over any time? Hey that is good. I'd better invite Ginny tomorrow. Stop. Think about all those complications. I think I need Ginny's help, and have her here with me! Heavens, save me!

"Mom, dad, I think I will want to go to my room, if you would please allow. I will like the designer to come over tomorrow, evening if that is possible. Perhaps Ginny would be allowed to have some robes too?" Her mother nodded, "Yea, I think that is all. I need to go back to my room."

Approx. 1250 Words

Sorry for not updating for a long time. I had to study, well; I am supposed to study throughout this week because of on-coming exams. I am so dead. Anyway, I promise that all will be back to normal by October 19, at the latest. Thanks to my dearest three reviewers!