CHAPTER 1-
"Sweety? Could you sit down please?" Mrs. Granger asked her daughter. She held a piece of parchment in her hand.
"I was about to go to April's…Uh… sure." Hermione sat down when she saw that her mum looked uncomfortable.
"I don't know how to say this."
"Say what?" Hermione questioned. She was quickly growing nervous at the way her mum was acting.
"I should have told you a long time ago, not today, and certainly not on your birthday like today."
"Mum? I'm a little late, so can you speed it up a little?"
"You're adopted," Mrs. Granger told her.
"I'm… adopted?" Hermione looked at her mum as though awaiting the words, 'just kidding.'
"Yes. Your real parents will be picking you up today at three."
"That's in thirty minutes," Hermione exclaimed.
"Yes. And I need to go pick up your.. my husband up from the train station. If I were you, I'd call April and tell her that you won't be going. Now, pack." Mrs. Granger left with those last words.
After a few minutes of letting that information sink in, Hermione went upstairs to pack. She packed her clothes, books, parchment, quills, and everything in her room.
Thirty minutes later, someone knocked on the door. Hermione ran down the stairs to get the door. As soon as she opened the door, the person whispered, "Stupefy."
Hermione was hit flat in the chest and Hermione flew backwards into the staircase.
A/N: Chapters will get longer.