A/N: I hope everyone likes this fic. I know there are millions of better fics than mine… but it's my first one I'm thinking of continuing. So please R&R!

Disclaimer: Yet again, the characters and setting belongs to J. K. Rowling. I only own this plot. Although I do wish I did own Harry Potter.

Chapter 2: A little History

Hermione fidgeted a little, not knowing where to begin.

Her mom was quite nervous too, only his dad seemed to be at ease and was in the kitchen baking a cake.

The mother and daughter duo was sitting on the sofa, looking at the television.

Hermione was scared; she had immediately taken a liking to her real parents. Although she feared telling her parents that she was a witch. Her parents seemed so normal, like any other rich muggle family.

What would her parents do when they find out? Would they faint? Disown her? Tell her to go back to the Grangers?

They even had a butler who Hermione already met and her parents told her there was a maid that was on vacation for the week.

The show ended, Hermione turned to look at her mother. She took a deep breath, "Err… mom, could I tell you and dad something?"

Her mom laughed, "Well of course, this isn't an asylum."

Her father walked over with a coconut pie. He smiled, "What would you like to talk about Hermione?"

"Um…" Hermione started, biting her lower lip, "I, I need to tell you about what I am."

Her parents laughed, "Well for one thing, you are a person, are you not?"

"A girl perhaps?"

"Maybe a teenager?"

Hermione smiled a little, she felt a little calmer as her parents joked.

"All of the above and… I'm… a witch." Hermione muttered.

There was a long silence, Hermione became more nervous as the lack of noise grew and a grin broke out on her father's face.

"Well of course! Why wouldn't you be?" Her dad said.

Hermione was silently fuming, was her parents thinking that this was all pretend? She sighed, "I'm being serious!"

Her mom looks up at her, then said, "We know darling, and that was part of the reason we had to leave you with the Grangers."

"Why? Why leave me with non-magical people when you knew I was a witch?" Hermione huffed, anger rising.

"Hermione, we didn't know how to say it to you, and still don't." Hermione's mother looked down on the floor.

"Your mother and I are both magical people too. We've been purebloods for almost as long as the Malfoys, I'm sure you know them. We are part of what is called the Order of Phoenix. We act as a double agent for it. It was a long time ago, and we knew if You-Know-Who found out that we have a daughter, he would have forced us to make you join part of the death eaters. You see, he has an enchanted list that makes a note of all of the child births of the Death Eaters. He then decides whether they are eligible or not to become one of the dark."

"Yes, he first marks you with a simple spell that makes sure you will be able to track. We didn't want you to be part of the dark side. Your father is a death eater, but he works for the light, such as Severus Snape. So we didn't announce to everyone of your birth, only Dumbledore knows who you really are. We had to give you to the Grangers so Voldemort doesn't mark you as one of the dark. Believe us; it was really hard for us to give you up."

Hermione's mind digested this information. Not sure what to say. Instead, her dad continued.

"We decided that since you are already 16, we could get you back. The spell to track you would wear off on you since you are already exposed to magic and you do magic yourself. But if the spell is set at birth or when you were younger, it would have been with you until death. Your magic would cancel out the spell if it was set on you now."

Hermione slowly said, "So you gave me away to protect me?"

Hermione's parents nodded.

Hermione shook her head, "I believe you and all… but how are you going to explain this to the other death eaters and Voldemort?"

"We thought about it, and told him that a muggle claimed you by mistake. We searched everywhere for you until one day we found a spell to track you down using DNA. Don't worry everyone would treat you as they would treat Draco Malfoy."

They pulled her into a bear hug, making her forget all those questions she was wondering about and the anger that was eating away at her moments before.

It has been two days since she moved to her new home. Getting slightly used to the mansion but still getting lost once or twice a day, Hermione walked down into the kitchen.

The maid, Elle, was cooking breakfast for the family. Elle was only 21, she was on the street surviving off scraps of food that people threw at her, when the Leclaire (Hermione's parents' surname) found her and decided to take her home.

Apparently, Hermione's mother was really against keeping house elves, she said it was cruel to force creatures to do such thing, so they hired humans instead and paid them highly.

Elle put the scones and pancakes on the table, then curtsied and left.

A tap on the window led Hermione's eyes to an owl perched on the window sill. She walked over and then took the letter. She gave the owl a treat and watching it fly off, she opened it.

Dear Miss Leclaire,

I am glad to hear that your biological parents reclaimed you. As they probably have told you, your father is a death eater and act, like Professor Snape, as an undercover agent for the Order. I'm sure you are happy though, Josh and Angie Leclaire are very kind. Although I must insist you may have to attend balls and parties with some death eaters or people you may dislike. It is vital for the Order to gather information from those.

Also, I am pleased to inform you on making Head Girl, another letter with your badge and a list of books for year 7 will be sent probably by the end of the week following next week.

Sincerely,

Professor Dumbledore

She jumped up and down reading the last sentence of the letter. Her face glowing with happiness.

Her parents entered the kitchen, her mother looking sleepy and her father smiling as usual.

Her father laughed, "Why so glum chum?"

She showed her parents the letter, and yet again, being enveloped in hugs.

"We are so proud of you Hermione!" Her mom said, tears falling down her face, "I'm just so sad that we weren't there to guide you though. We were horrible parents."

Hermione shook her head, "You were only trying to protect me. Anyways, your genes made sure I was smart enough to get to be Head Girl!"

"Oh yes, the letter reminded me," Her father noted, suddenly becoming serious, "We will be going over to the Malfoy Manor for the Malfoys' annual ball. The Malfoys specifically invited you too."

"Malfoy's?" Hermione said, "Won't they say something about me being a muggle born and stuff?"

"No! Of course not, you are after all, a pure-blood biologically, the most intelligent witch in Hogwarts and most likely the most intelligent of anyone under 25. They definitely won't even think of laughing at you." Hermione's mother stated, looking at Hermione with pride.

"It will be tonight at 7:00-12:00. Wear one of the gowns your mother put in your closet. Okay?"

Hermione nodded in agreement. This was going to be an interesting night.

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