A/N: This is my second try on a fanfiction. My first one I didn't like and moulded it into this. I hope everyone likes it.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the current characters except Hermione's "biological" parents. Nor do I own Harry Potter. I own only this plot. So… voila.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" She shouted, angry hot tears pouring down her cheek.
"Hermione, dear, we didn't think you were ready at first, and then when they never came back to claim you we thought maybe they wouldn't come back, and we decided to raise you as our own." Hermione's father muttered.
Her mother was crying softly too, "Hermione, please, don't be angry at us, we only wanted the best for you. You are their daughter after all! They'll be coming tomorrow morning to pick you up."
Hermione hugged her parents, "I'm not angry with you. I just don't want to leave you guys."
Hermione's mom smiled a little, eyes still wet, "They are really nice people. It was just that they were afraid that you would be in danger if you lived with them."
Hermione pulled back, "Afraid? Of what? Why would I have been in danger?"
Hermione's dad sighed, "We don't know the details, a young couple knocked on our door asking if we wanted a child. You were only two, but you were very obedient and slept as soon as your parents told you to, just like magic. We never seen them before, but they seemed to know our names and a little about us."
Her mom continued, "They said that you would have been in danger if you stayed with them. Since we were a young couple, who didn't have any children nor much time to take care of infants, we decided to keep you. The couple seemed very grateful, but they said one day they will come back and claim you."
Her mother paused, Hermione was burying her head into her father. Her head trying to take in all this information but it didn't seem to want to stay.
"Since they didn't come for so long, we decided not to tell you, and care for you as our own daughter, and no matter what, you still are and always will be."
Hermione packed up all her stuff, she hoped her parents have told her biological parents that she was a witch; hopefully they would accept her as one.
Perhaps they wouldn't want me because I was a witch, perhaps I could stay with my parents. Hermione thought, but it was only that hope that let her fall asleep.
She woke up with a headache. Sitting up and wondering what's for breakfast when she remembered her real parents are going to pick her up today.
She sighed, hoping her parents would be more accepting than the Dursleys.
She got dressed and walked down into the kitchen, four people was sitting at the small table discussing about… her.
The woman she didn't know looked up, her face reminding Hermione so much of her own, except older.
"Her- Hermione?" The woman managed to say, and immediately getting up and ran over to her embracing her in a tight hug.
The man wasn't far behind, holding the other two in his tight grasp.
What seemed like hours passed and finally, they let go.
Hermione looked at her real parents, her mother seemed almost like an older sister, she had creamy caramel eyes that are currently filled with tears of happiness. She had brown hair except less frizzy.
Her father had dark blue eyes, and dark brown hair, which was curly and seemed to have layers of gel on it.
Her parents seemed to show their happiness just by looking at her. A look that showed pride, happiness, and absolute joy.
Hermione looked up at her new home, amazed at the little detail of how rich her real parents were was left out from what her other parents told her. Her room was like the size of the Gryffindor common room.
Her parents had hardly time to talk to her when they were travelling by plane. She had fallen asleep the moment she got on, and was awoken when the plane landed. Amazed at her fatigue and how she managed to fall asleep when she had so many questions for her parents.
She was about to ask a question to her parents when her mom placed a finger on her lips, telling her to shush. And with a small whisper, "We'll explain as soon as we're at home."
The rest of the trip was filled with many questions for Hermione about how's her life, and Hermione not daring to tell her parents that she was a witch in fear that a muggle would hear her.
They got home by taxi, and Hermione still haven't asked or found out anything more about her parents.
Finally, when they got off the taxi and she was about to ask a few questions when she was left speechless. Her new house silenced her like a spell. IT was amazingly big, and from a third floor window she could see a gigantic library from the huge bay windows.
Her mom smiled, "Welcome to your new home!"