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His Heir
By Avery-88
Chapter 3: Cold, Hard Truth
"Dad, you came!" Hermione said as she saw her father, Jimmy Granger, waiting for his daughter and his wife to arrive.
"Of course I came!" Jimmy replied. "Do you think I'd miss my little girl's final trip to the train station to go off to school for a year?"
"Wait...okay...whatever…" Hermione said confused. "So, why'd you leave so early this morning? Mum said you left at, like, 7:30 in the morning. Isn't that a little early for you to see a patient? I thought your clinic didn't even open 'til 10:00am."
"Yes," Jimmy said, "but I got you something."
"Whatcha get me?" Hermione said, eyes lighting up as she saw her mother trying to pull her trunk out from the car.
"Herm, what do you have in here?" Karen asked. "An elephant?"
"No, just some new stuff I got at Diagon Alley when I went last week"
"Need some help, Sweet Pea?" Jimmy asked his wife, kissing her on the cheek. Hermione loved to see how much her parents really loved each other.
"Thanks," Karen said as she saw her husband lift the trunk with no trouble at all.
"Am I really that weak?" Karen asked her husband.
"YES!" came two replies: one from Jimmy, and the other from Hermione.
"Thanks for the moral support," Karen grumbled as she walked with Jimmy and Hermione toward the barrier at Platform 9 and 3/4.
"So, Dad," Hermione said as they stop at 9 and 3/4, "what did you get me?"
"Close your eyes," Jimmy said as he got out a small box. He opened it and found a beautiful, pure silver necklace with a 2 and 1/2carat diamond in the center. He placed it around Hermione neck. "Open your eyes now" Hermione open her eyes and looked down at the necklace, shocked.
"Dad...it's beautiful!" Hermione gasped. "You really shouldn't."
"Yes, you really shouldn't," Karen mumbled so only Jimmy could hear.
"Why'd you get this for me?" Hermione asked, puzzled.
"Well," Jimmy spoke softly, "by now you should now this, as I'm not you real father."
"WHAT?" Hermione gasped.
"You didn't tell her yet, Karen?" Jimmy glared.
"It was on my to-do list!" Karen said, looking at the ground.
"Are you my real mother?" Hermione questioned.
"Yes, ok course," Karen replied.
"Anyway," Jimmy said, "the necklace was my great-grandmother's. I found it a couple of days ago in the attic, so I thought, well, I knew that you'd love it, so I sent it to a jewelers so it could be fixed up. I want you to know, that even though you're not my child biologically, you still are and always will be my Hermione. When your mum and I got married, you were only eleven months old. I've wanted to tell you since…forever, but your mother wanted to tell you. I hope you're not mad."
Hermione just stood there for a couple seconds and realized that she couldn't be mad at the two people who loved her and raised her, even if not both of them were her real parents. "No, I'm not mad, but who-"
"Good," Hermione's mum said, "because there's one more tiny thing you should know: you're not a Muggleborn. Your real father was, well, a pureblood, and me also."
"You're a witch!" Hermione almost yelled.
"Not so loud, Herm," Karen said, "but I never really liked it so you see-" She looked at her watch. "Oh, look at the time, it's time for you to get on the train, Herm!" Karen kissed Hermione and hugged her goodbye, Jimmy doing the same thing afterwards.
"But what about my real dad?" Hermione asked. "Who is he?"
But before she heard an answer, her mother pushed her into the barrier, followed by her trunk.