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Chapter 1

Rumors

Hermione was reading a book (big surprise), she only felt comfortable reading, or with her friends. Ah yes her friends, she smiled at the thought that she would be seeing them in less then a month, it was after all August 7th. Still smiling she returned to her book. She came to a part on the now familiar story about Harry's first year of existence. This time however something caught her eye… her name… or part of it anyway. She read the paragraph… There is a highly persistent rumor that Harry Potter had a twin sister named Hermione Lily Potter, and that it was she who saved his life. There is no evidence to support this claim yet it is highly believable say people who saw Lily just days before the birth of her son….

Hermione shook her head and thought 'rumors; just ridiculous things that come into existence when people have nothing better to…' her thoughts were broken off as her scar twinged. She reached her left arm over and rubbed the inside of her right arm, a habitual motion to reassure herself. She thought back to the time when she asked her parents how she got her scar, she was four

…… Hermione stumbled into the kitchen where her parents were drinking their coffee. "Mommy, how did I get this scar on my arm?" Her mother hesitated, her father chocked on his coffee. "uumm… when I was holding you for the first time you stretched your little arms out and a star fell out of the sky and landed right on your arm." Her father stifled a laugh "Oh" said Hermione "Daddy where do babies come from?" Her father hesitated her mother choked on her coffee…

Hermione smiled at the memory, where did she get this scar on her arm? Maybe she should ask again, and maybe the answer would be a little bit more believable… She slammed the book shut and went downstairs. Her parents were in the kitchen, her mother was drinking coffee while reading the paper and her father was eating toast while reading a dentistry magazine. "I've got a kid coming in with a cavity today, what about you?" "I've got a bunch of old geezers coming in to get there dentures refitted" "want to trade, I hate little kids with cavities they never sit still….." They stopped talking when Hermione sat down. "Mom, Dad, I have something to ask you. How did I get this scar on my arm? Please for Merlin's sake don't tell me about how a star landed on my arm when I was a baby." Her father said "You can handle this Sue" right before he became very interested in his magazine. Susan said, "Hermione, dear, I know I shouldn't have lied to you, but you were too young to understand. When you were very little I was holding you while I made Christmas cookies." Her Father stood up and said, "I have to go, I left some paper work at the office." Susan waited until the front door had closed before she continued. "You were struggling because you wanted to go down to play with your toys. My arm slipped and you fell and burned your arm on a star shaped cookie."

Hermione rolls her eyes and heaves a great sigh. "Fascinating story Mother, now how about telling me the truth?" Her mother looks hurt "That was the truth. Don't you trust me?" Hermione rolls her eyes again "Let's not pretend I'm 4 mother. I'm 16 now, I think you can tell me the truth." Susan burst into tears and sobbed "I can't. I'm so sorry but I can't." Hermione said "well then I guess I can't sit here and talk to you any more!" She ran up to her room and slammed the door. Her mother came up and knocked softly, almost timidly. Hermione locked the door and turned on her radio.

Susan gave up trying to get Hermione to come out of her room, if she wanted to act like a teenager that was fine. One thing troubled her though, what did Hermione see, or more likely read, that spurred her sudden interest in her scar? Why was she so upset about it? Could she have realized that…? No it wasn't possible. After all she looked like them, or as close to looking like them as she could come. Susan looked at her watch, and mumbled "oh shoot! I'm late! Hermione if you want to help out today you better hurry!" The only response she received was the radio being turned up. Susan sighed and left for work, hopefully the old geezers wouldn't mind her being late.

Harry burst into his room out of breath; Dudley having his permit was definitely not a good thing! The fact that Uncle Vernon also got a thrill from chasing Harry down the street wasn't helping though. He flopped onto his bed before realizing that Hedwig had a letter for him. 'Please be from Ron inviting me to stay' Harry found himself thinking desperately. It was from Ron, and it was inviting him to stay. Uncle Vernon wouldn't let him go though. His only saving grace was that they moved the limit for underage wizardry to 16 in light of the current crisis. He would just have to drop that bombshell before he could leave. He walked downstairs to tell the Dursleys that he wouldn't be staying for the rest of the summer. (I'm sure they were heartbroken)

Hermione got a letter from Ron around lunchtime asking her to spend the rest of the summer at his house. She quickly wrote a reply saying 'Yes Ron, I would love to spend the rest of the summer at your house. I must however get some information from my parents first.'

End Chapter 1

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