The start of the summer holidays meant that Hermione would be seeing her parents for the first time after the revelation that Minerva McGonagall is her mother and some other person, likely a witch, is her other parent. While the Grangers were always transparent about the fact that they adopted Hermione, magic just wasn't something they talked about at home as Minerva hadn't said much when she brought her to them. When Minerva came to explain to Hermione that she is a witch before her first year, the Grangers were thankful that Hermione would finally meet her and learn more about a part of her heritages they as muggles would never fully understand.
Hermione was sitting in her favorite armchair reading a book in the living room. It all seemed so normal, sitting together as a family reading or watching TV, but Hermione felt that everything was different. As excited as she was about starting her summer at the Ministry of Magic, she was crestfallen returning to her parents and having to explain that she finally knew the identity of one of her parents. Logically she knew that they would be happy for her, but she wasn't sure how this would change the family dynamics.
Over dinner, she broached the topic of the summer at the Ministry of Magic, which she had already mentioned in past letters home, but only by way of giving them details about her schedule and the different aspects of the program.
"We're so proud of you Hermione, our little witch. Only fifteen and you've already made a name for yourself!" Hermione's dad beamed.
"Thanks dad, I can't believe I'll get to really spend time in Wizarding London and even get a head start exploring potential career paths. There's something I wanted to talk to you guys about before I go, though."
"What is it, Hermione?" Her mom asked patiently.
"Long story short, I found out that Minerva McGonagall, the professor who visited me to give me my Hogwarts letter, is actually my biological mother. She still just feels like a professor to me, but she does really seem to want to get to know me better and, well, I'm quite fond of her. She was the one who encouraged me to apply for this internship and I have a feeling it might lead me to my biological father. I didn't want to tell you guys earlier because I don't want this to change anything. I've always known I was adopted and love you both dearly, but I want to see this through to the end. I want to know who these people are, even if I don't form a relationship with them." Mr. and Mrs. Granger looked at each other with a knowing expression on their faces and her dad was the first to speak.
"Oh, Hermione, we understand. Look, we knew it was McGonagall who left you with us all those years ago, saying she couldn't keep you because of some laws or something I didn't quite make sense of. She…they didn't want to give you up; you would have absolutely grown up with them had things been different. We're the lucky ones here. We never thought we'd have a child, and we were given such a wonderful little girl for so many years. I think it's their turn to get to know you and love you as we have."
Hermione looked down at her plate, feeling almost guilty at how much these people cared for her. I guess that's how parents are supposed to be, loving their children unconditionally, she mused.
Looking at both of them, she continued, "You have no idea how much I appreciate that, appreciate you. You've been nothing but wonderful as I've turned out to be a teenager at a magical school up in Scotland. Professor McGonagall said that she still can't claim me as her child or anything like that, she can't be a mother to me, but at least I can get to know her and whoever my father is once I start the apprenticeship."
Sensing her trepidation, her mother added, "Dear, things will be awkward and unsure for a time. Know that you always have us and we'll get through it. We're here for you and we can't wait to hear how your first day goes when you come home tomorrow."
Hermione hugged both her parents before they settled into their familiar routine of playing Scrabble and having dessert.