My note to you all: Ok, this is my fifth story. I know that the others really haven't been the best lately but I experienced writers block. But today a new story just came to me… so… please enjoy and review.

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The night was young, the sun had just gone down and dusk hit. The air was a chilly and nipped at your skin if one didn't have a coat on. Hermione stood there, outside on her front lawn, looking up to the clear sky with tears in her eyes. Her parents had just told her the news. The news every kid prays that their parents will never tell them. The news that little kids cry over when other people tell them such a thing. The news that she was adopted.

Now, this did bring millions of questions to Hermione, for example 'Who are her real parents?' 'Why did they leave her?' 'Did they not love her or are they dead?' Questions she knew could be answered by one person alone… Albus Dumbledore.

The next day she got on the train after bidding her goodbyes to her "parents", she found an empty compartment immediately and sat down alone. She looked out the window and drew in a deep breath.

Just then the door opened and standing before her was Professor McGonagle.

"Hello Professor, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked in pure curiosity.

"I'm here for you, Mss. Granger, we need to talk. Please come with me." Professor McGonagle said and Hermione stood up and followed in silence. She led her off the train and took out her pocket watch.

"Hold on to this now and don't let go." She said, and Hermione did as she was told. Then after a few seconds they were flying through the air, it seemed that her watch was a portkey.

Once they both had their feet on the ground again Professor McGonagle brushed off her gown and looked over at Hermione.

It was not Hogwarts, at least, she didn't think. The walls were made of stone and there was a big desk in front of her and seven chairs at one side of the desk and a big chair opposite. It had the look of an office, a very scary office.

Just then three people Hermione did not recognize came into the room, two men and one woman. They looked as if they were in their late thirties.

The first man who sat down at the desk in the one big chair had dark brown hair and brown eyes. He looked crossly at the other man and woman and reached out his hand as if to say 'sit down.'

And we all did, the man and the woman were smiling at Hermione, and Hermione felt a tinge of annoyance.

"We're here to discuss the situation between Mss. Granger and Mr. and Mrs. Pattan. So, lets get on with it… would you care to introduce yourself to the young lady?" The man said very agitated to the man and woman.

They looked over at Hermione, "Hermione, my name is Rupert Pattan and this is my wife Susan Pattan… we're your parents."

Hermione's eyes widened and she lost her breath for a brief moment. "My parents?… but… why now? Why not sixteen years ago?" Hermione said angrily at them.

"We couldn't raise you because the Ministry of Magic took you away and sent you to a Muggle family. They said it was for the best until you reached sixteen, now that your sixteen we can have you again! Oh, Hermione," Susan tried to reason with her daughter, "all these years you thought yourself to be a muggle born when in fact you're the complete opposite… a pureblood."

"I'm a pureblood." She said pointing to herself. "But, I don't feel like one. Blood isn't supposed to matter… why couldn't you be my parents sixteen years ago… why did they take me from you?" She asked, her lip slightly quivering.

"Because," Rupert began sternly, "they wanted to try out a pureblood going to live with muggles, to compare and contrast how your treated before and after people find out. They were thinking one thing and now you are another."

"I'm an experiment?" Hermione said through her teeth, her eyes shooting daggers at her biological parents.

"It's not like we could help what they did, Hermione. Now, please, try and listen. There is one more thing we have to get through." Susan said sweetly.

Oh lord, now what? Hermione thought to herself, still furious about the first thing.

Just then three other people walked in the room, and Hermione dropped her jaw a little when she saw Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, and Draco Malfoy looking at her with sweet, innocent smiles.

"Daughter," Rupert said, making Hermione's head turn towards him, "Please meet Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy and their son Draco."

"What, please don't tell me that we're related to the Malfoys'?" Hermione said, her heart stopping for a single moment.

"No, of course not, at least, not yet." Rupert replied with a smile, "You and Draco will be getting married the summer after your seventh year at Hogwarts. We're all here now to sign the papers."

Hermione's eyes shot at Draco, him already looking at her, his devious smirk growing as he saw the anger and fury on her face. She blinked back tears, praying it was a dream but she knew it wasn't. This was it, no way out, this was her life and these were her parents. There was her future husband. These next two years were going to be hell… simply hell.

She looked down at the papers on the desk; on there were Mr. and Mrs. Granger signatures. It was like they had sold their own daughter, did they even have a choice? This couldn't be a lie, she looked over at Professor McGonagle, she was giving her a look of sympathy. This couldn't be happening… but… it was.

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Ok, this is my first chapter to a very long a beautiful story, please review and tell me what you thought. I have to know whether or not to continue, right?

Yours Truly,

Nikkie (BlueEyedFairy)