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Parables, Lullabies and Secrets

Part I

The Burrow was the quietest it had been in 26 years. All of its residents were home, but none of them had the courage to utter an unessential word. In the uppermost bedroom, sat Ron, his ice blue eyes fixed on a crack in one of his bright orange walls, mind traveling all over space and time.

What are we going to do? Now that Dumbledore is gone, the Order doesn't have a leader. Harry's go to be going ballistic right now. Why did he have to break up with Ginny? She's a mess! I'm sure he's no better off. I hope Hermione's ok. Good thing she should be arriving soon, Lupin said she wasn't safe in the muggle world.

Ron diverted his gaze from the wall. Quickly standing up, he began to pace around the room in an apprehensive storm.

What if deatheaters have raided her house! They could've hurt her and her parents! Or worse…

At this he stopped dead in his tracks. Tears welled in his eyes, but he brushed them away, firmly telling himself not to cry anymore.

The door creaked open, revealing Charlie, who looked no better than Ron. Tears stained his cheeks and clung to his eyelashes, threatening to fall. "It helps to cry, Ron." he croaked out. The pool of tears that had collected in Ron's eyes gushed out, helplessly trickling down his distraught face.

Charlie pulled Ron into a comforting embrace, while Ron's tears soaked through his jumper. Ron's crying was muffled, but he distinctly heard a "'mione" and a "dead." "Ron, what are you talking about? Hermione's down stairs."

Ron pulled his face from his older brother's chest, and croaked out a curious, "Really?"

"Yes." He replied.

With that Charlie saw a flash of red burst out of the room. Ron tore down the stairs, in search of the bushy haired girl. "Hermione! Hermione!" he yelled. At the bottom of the stairs, he spotted her sitting on the recliner in the living room. "Hermione."

"Go away, Ron." She said curtly.

"What are you talking about? What've I done this time?" he asked, surprised.

"Not you, it's what I've done! I've betrayed you and Harry, and every other bloody person I care about!"

"You're not a death-"

"No, but my two timing jackass of a father is!"

"Your father is a muggle, how-"
"Mr. Granger is NOT my father! As much as I wish he was, he's NOT!"

"Then who-"

"SNAPE! My name is HERMIONE JANE SNAPE! I found out when daddy darling sent me a lovely letter the other day!"

"Hermione, it can't be true! He's got to be faking it!"
"No, Ron, he's not," she said, her voice turning back to its normal volume, though a little shaky. "Because my real mother is McGonagall. She and the Grangers told me it was true." Her eyes dropped to her hands clasped together in her lap. "I can't be friends with you or Harry anymore. I would leave, but your mother won't have it." Hermione said in almost a whisper, as a single tear traveled down her cheek.

"And neither will I. You're not your father, you know." Said Ron, pulling Hermione into a tight embrace.

After what seemed like an hour locked in a tight hug, an eagle owl swooped into the Burrow, dropping a letter at Hermione's feet. She quickly read the letter, asked Ron for a quill, and wrote a courteous "Fuck You" across the page, causing Ron to gasp at her new found vocabulary. Once she gave the owl the letter, it flew off into the distance.

"What was that all about?" Ron asked.

"My… father… invited me to the Leaky Cauldron to talk about something that is allegedly important, that not even McGonagall knows."

"And that was your well-mannered answer?"

"Yes." She answered shortly.

"Do you think it has anything to do with the Horcruxes?" Ron asked, knowing that he was treading in murky water.

"No, I don't even think he knows who R.A.B. is, though I have a theory, myself. Regulus Black."

"He didn't sound witted enough to do that. According to Sirius, he was an idiot cry baby."

"Sirius is not a credible source."
"He knew Snape was evil."

"Yes, but he also had grudges against him."

"So?"

"Opinion clouds the truth."

Ron muttered something under his breath; the only audible thing he said was "Krum" and it was said with poison.

"Ron, don't even go there today."
"I just don't want you talking to that loser! He has no substance, he's just talking to you so that you will-"

"Will what?"

"Nothing, I just don't like him."

"Before he went to the ball with me, you had a doll of him you played with."

"Action figure, and I did not play with it!"

"Whatever, Ron." She said as another letter was dropped at her feet by the same eagle owl. She ignored Ron's ramblings as she read the letter.

To my most polite daughter

Since you have been so curt about your reply, I will be curt about the way I tell you life changing information. Harry and Draco, as is Potter and Malfoy, are your half brothers. I was fooling around with all three of your mothers at the same time, consequently you three were born. If you want more answers please accept the invitation I extended earlier, both of your brothers have.

Yours Truly,

Severus Snape

P.S. Bring a body guard if you must.

After she handed the letter to Ron, she sat rigidly in shock. She thought hard.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! No way! He's wrong. It's not true. Harry and Malfoy are most definitely not my brothers. NO, no, no, no, no, no …oh shit, they are!

A/N: Thanks for reading my story. Please review, I am in desperate need of feedback. Enjoy Part II!