A/N: DO NOT OWN ANYTHING IN THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF HARRY POTTER AND REALLY
WISHED I DID BUT I DON'T.
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"We're sorry you had to find out this way. We love you to pieces. We had made a deal with You-Know-Who before you were born, and it we didn't want to tell you about it because we were so scared of him. Well Hermione. . ." Harry continued. His eyes widened in shock as he continued reading.
"Michael Granger and Laura Granger are not your true parents. We are. That is to say Rupert Avery and Morgana Salis. We are so sorry you had to find out like this. I hear that the Dark Lord killed your parents and Hermione, we love you but we couldn't let the Dark Lord get you." Harry trailed off and put the letter away.
Ron looked at him puzzledly and was about to ask why he didn't continue reading when Harry answered for him, "She wouldn't want us reading her letter." Ron made an 'o' with his mouth and the two began to help Hermione onto the couch.
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Hermione opened her eyes and blinked several times. She was comfortable and what she was lying on was very squishy but where was she?
The last thing Hermione remembered before blacking out was reading a letter addressed to her. Thinking back, she remembered and fell back onto the pillow that was propped up behind her head.
Harry bustled in with a tray of food. He hurried over to Hermione and checked her temperature before setting the tray down.
"Are you alright?" he asked as he dabbed her forehead with a wet cloth.
Hermione picked up the cloth and threw it halfway across the living room.
"My parents were my adoptive parents. My true parents are DEATH EATERS!" Hermione moaned as she sat up.
Harry snapped to attention and Ron sauntered in just as Hermione said those fateful words.
"How. . . how do. . . how d'you know?" Ron stuttered as he tried to figure out how Hermione knew.
"Well, for starters, they made a deal with Voldemort and the only deal you can make is 'join his death eater group or die' and second, no one calls Voldemort the Dark Lord unless you're a death eater, and last of all, their last name is AVERY! Hello? Avery ring a bell Harry?" Hermione fumed as she trashed around on the couch, trying to untangle herself.
Ron looked stunned and Harry was having flashbacks to his dreams.
"Yes, Avery, I remember now. I think he was stuffing up or something so Voldemort must have sent death eaters to kill you and your adoptive parents. Or something like that. Anyway, they killed your adoptive parents to make your true parents upset!" Harry said as he put two-and-two together.
Hermione sighed and fell back onto the bed. "Oh this is great! My true parents were tricked into Voldemort's service, my adoptive parents are dead, because of my true parents, and I am completely at a loss to what is going on!" Hermione wailed as she headed up the stairs of the Burrow.
"'Mione" Ron began, but Harry cut him off with a shake of his head.
"Leave her to her thoughts for a while. She'll cool down sooner or later so let's just wait for her to come back down."
Ron nodded and the two sat down and began a game of chess.
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"It is done?" came a hiss from under the hood.
"Yes my Lord. Everything is in place for her to join. She only needs training in Dark Magic and she'll be ready to become one of us," answered the man who had his head bowed low to the figure in front of him.
"You have done well, Avery. Your daughter shall become great amongst the death eaters. Just don't give the game away, otherwise the old fool will find out."
"Yes my Lord." Avery muttered.
"You've pleased Lord Voldemort. You shall receive a gift from me to give to your daughter. Her birthday is on the 27th of September. Give her the package I leave in your house. Dismissed."
The man backed out and swept off. His black robes billowing in the darkness and a cruel smile playing across his lips.
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"Father!"
The man whipped around to face the pale-faced boy, puffed from running.
"Yes?"
"Father, mother says that I'll be getting my initiation soon. She also told me that I was going to be training another at Hogwarts. She said that the other student will be coming over to stay during the Christmas holidays. Is it true? Will the other student be receiving the mark as well?" the boy said breathlessly.
"Yes, my son. It is true. However, it is not one of Slytherin house and you may not like what I'm going to tell you. It is a girl in Gryffindor. Especially placed there to get close to Harry Potter. Her name is Hermione Granger and she is not a muggle born. In fact she is a pure-blooded half- veela." A thin smile crossed the older man's face.
"She'll be easy to break once she's here. I must go now. The Dark Lord calls for me. He has needs of my service." With that he swept off leaving behind the young boy, who had just turned 16.
"Granger eh? Well I guess this isn't going to be too hard after all!"
The blond-haired boy walked back to his mansion, preparing what he needed to teach the 'supposed mudblood.'
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Hermione sighed as she looked into the box that contained all her adoptive parents' belongings. There were a few things she could use, like the make- up, which she had never used before, and various clothing items that fitted her.
Hermione reached into the bottom of the box and found a small pouch. She opened the little pouch, curious at what it was doing here, of all places. Hermione tipped the contents of the bag out and there, in front of her eyes were ten 100-pound notes.
Hermione squealed and immediately raced off to ask Molly if she could go shopping in London. There were so many things she needed. New clothes, more ink, a couple more quills and that sort of thing.
Molly quickly agreed and Hermione quickly grabbed some floo powder and threw into the blazing fire. She stepped in and shouted, "Leaky Cauldron!"
Harry and Ron quickly followed. They couldn't let Hermione get hurt by anything on the other end.
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After hours and hours of shopping, Hermione was finally satisfied. She had bought a whole new wardrobe that, although seemed conservative, hugged every inch of her upper and lower body.
Hermione had bought several tank tops, a couple mini skirts, jeans that flared out at the end, and several tops. All of her clothing had matching items, and Hermione was ecstatic.
She had bought some jewelry as well, such as earrings, bracelets and several necklaces as well.
Hermione finally arrived at the grate and stepped in. She nearly didn't fit because she had so many bags. Even buying so many things, Hermione had only spent 300 pounds, which was not much considering what she got.
After several seconds, Hermione finally stepped out into the Weasley's living room.
She rushed up to her 'room' (which was really just a part of Ginny's room) and quickly started to pack for the trip to Hogwarts the next day.
Hermione couldn't wait to wear all her new clothes, and she couldn't care less if people stared. She had filled out over the holidays and was looking really great. Her hair had straightened and was streaked with dark brown and black and her chocolate brown eyes were darkening to a black-brown.
Hermione fell onto her bed and sighed happily. This year was going to be great.
How great, Hermione had no idea.
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A/N: OK! This took me about a nanosecond to think of and about an hour to write! Wow! Anyway, if you see that little button in the bottom left corner of your screen, it says 'Submit Review' and there's a button that says 'Go' next to it? Well press that little button and write what you think of my story! :P Thanks!
~sLy7h3r1n H3@rT~
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Reviews: I do not care what kind of reviews you give, any is fine. Compliments, flames, tips, ideas, anything.
*~+~* (*~+~* is kindly taken from another story)
"We're sorry you had to find out this way. We love you to pieces. We had made a deal with You-Know-Who before you were born, and it we didn't want to tell you about it because we were so scared of him. Well Hermione. . ." Harry continued. His eyes widened in shock as he continued reading.
"Michael Granger and Laura Granger are not your true parents. We are. That is to say Rupert Avery and Morgana Salis. We are so sorry you had to find out like this. I hear that the Dark Lord killed your parents and Hermione, we love you but we couldn't let the Dark Lord get you." Harry trailed off and put the letter away.
Ron looked at him puzzledly and was about to ask why he didn't continue reading when Harry answered for him, "She wouldn't want us reading her letter." Ron made an 'o' with his mouth and the two began to help Hermione onto the couch.
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Hermione opened her eyes and blinked several times. She was comfortable and what she was lying on was very squishy but where was she?
The last thing Hermione remembered before blacking out was reading a letter addressed to her. Thinking back, she remembered and fell back onto the pillow that was propped up behind her head.
Harry bustled in with a tray of food. He hurried over to Hermione and checked her temperature before setting the tray down.
"Are you alright?" he asked as he dabbed her forehead with a wet cloth.
Hermione picked up the cloth and threw it halfway across the living room.
"My parents were my adoptive parents. My true parents are DEATH EATERS!" Hermione moaned as she sat up.
Harry snapped to attention and Ron sauntered in just as Hermione said those fateful words.
"How. . . how do. . . how d'you know?" Ron stuttered as he tried to figure out how Hermione knew.
"Well, for starters, they made a deal with Voldemort and the only deal you can make is 'join his death eater group or die' and second, no one calls Voldemort the Dark Lord unless you're a death eater, and last of all, their last name is AVERY! Hello? Avery ring a bell Harry?" Hermione fumed as she trashed around on the couch, trying to untangle herself.
Ron looked stunned and Harry was having flashbacks to his dreams.
"Yes, Avery, I remember now. I think he was stuffing up or something so Voldemort must have sent death eaters to kill you and your adoptive parents. Or something like that. Anyway, they killed your adoptive parents to make your true parents upset!" Harry said as he put two-and-two together.
Hermione sighed and fell back onto the bed. "Oh this is great! My true parents were tricked into Voldemort's service, my adoptive parents are dead, because of my true parents, and I am completely at a loss to what is going on!" Hermione wailed as she headed up the stairs of the Burrow.
"'Mione" Ron began, but Harry cut him off with a shake of his head.
"Leave her to her thoughts for a while. She'll cool down sooner or later so let's just wait for her to come back down."
Ron nodded and the two sat down and began a game of chess.
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"It is done?" came a hiss from under the hood.
"Yes my Lord. Everything is in place for her to join. She only needs training in Dark Magic and she'll be ready to become one of us," answered the man who had his head bowed low to the figure in front of him.
"You have done well, Avery. Your daughter shall become great amongst the death eaters. Just don't give the game away, otherwise the old fool will find out."
"Yes my Lord." Avery muttered.
"You've pleased Lord Voldemort. You shall receive a gift from me to give to your daughter. Her birthday is on the 27th of September. Give her the package I leave in your house. Dismissed."
The man backed out and swept off. His black robes billowing in the darkness and a cruel smile playing across his lips.
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"Father!"
The man whipped around to face the pale-faced boy, puffed from running.
"Yes?"
"Father, mother says that I'll be getting my initiation soon. She also told me that I was going to be training another at Hogwarts. She said that the other student will be coming over to stay during the Christmas holidays. Is it true? Will the other student be receiving the mark as well?" the boy said breathlessly.
"Yes, my son. It is true. However, it is not one of Slytherin house and you may not like what I'm going to tell you. It is a girl in Gryffindor. Especially placed there to get close to Harry Potter. Her name is Hermione Granger and she is not a muggle born. In fact she is a pure-blooded half- veela." A thin smile crossed the older man's face.
"She'll be easy to break once she's here. I must go now. The Dark Lord calls for me. He has needs of my service." With that he swept off leaving behind the young boy, who had just turned 16.
"Granger eh? Well I guess this isn't going to be too hard after all!"
The blond-haired boy walked back to his mansion, preparing what he needed to teach the 'supposed mudblood.'
*~+~*
Hermione sighed as she looked into the box that contained all her adoptive parents' belongings. There were a few things she could use, like the make- up, which she had never used before, and various clothing items that fitted her.
Hermione reached into the bottom of the box and found a small pouch. She opened the little pouch, curious at what it was doing here, of all places. Hermione tipped the contents of the bag out and there, in front of her eyes were ten 100-pound notes.
Hermione squealed and immediately raced off to ask Molly if she could go shopping in London. There were so many things she needed. New clothes, more ink, a couple more quills and that sort of thing.
Molly quickly agreed and Hermione quickly grabbed some floo powder and threw into the blazing fire. She stepped in and shouted, "Leaky Cauldron!"
Harry and Ron quickly followed. They couldn't let Hermione get hurt by anything on the other end.
*~+~*
After hours and hours of shopping, Hermione was finally satisfied. She had bought a whole new wardrobe that, although seemed conservative, hugged every inch of her upper and lower body.
Hermione had bought several tank tops, a couple mini skirts, jeans that flared out at the end, and several tops. All of her clothing had matching items, and Hermione was ecstatic.
She had bought some jewelry as well, such as earrings, bracelets and several necklaces as well.
Hermione finally arrived at the grate and stepped in. She nearly didn't fit because she had so many bags. Even buying so many things, Hermione had only spent 300 pounds, which was not much considering what she got.
After several seconds, Hermione finally stepped out into the Weasley's living room.
She rushed up to her 'room' (which was really just a part of Ginny's room) and quickly started to pack for the trip to Hogwarts the next day.
Hermione couldn't wait to wear all her new clothes, and she couldn't care less if people stared. She had filled out over the holidays and was looking really great. Her hair had straightened and was streaked with dark brown and black and her chocolate brown eyes were darkening to a black-brown.
Hermione fell onto her bed and sighed happily. This year was going to be great.
How great, Hermione had no idea.
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A/N: OK! This took me about a nanosecond to think of and about an hour to write! Wow! Anyway, if you see that little button in the bottom left corner of your screen, it says 'Submit Review' and there's a button that says 'Go' next to it? Well press that little button and write what you think of my story! :P Thanks!
~sLy7h3r1n H3@rT~
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