When she got home immediately headed into the kitchen for a nice large glass of wine. She was Hermione Granger for Merlins sake! She faced a troll, was petrified by a basilisk, stared down tyranny and prejudice, and fought in a bloody war.

Squaring her shoulders she decided to face this issue head on. There was no point in hiding, it got you no where. After she glamoured herself she walked over to the floo with her wine in one hand and her floo powder in the other she landed in the floo room of Grimauld Place.

A startled Harry came rushing into the room with is wand drawn. Hermione immediately held her free hand palm forward with her wine glass in the other.

"What did you say when we found Fluffy guarding the philosophers stone?" Harrys voice was strong as he demanded the answer.

"I said 'Now if you two don't mind I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed, or worse, expelled.'" Hermione couldn't help but chuckle at the thought her her swotty self before she was hardened by the true war.

Chuckling Harry finally put his wand back in its holster. As soon as it was away he scooped Hermione into a giant hug picking her up.

Despite his small stature the man was very strong, his auror training and time as a seeker had given him a lean but powerful build.

The splashing of wine down his side caused him to pause and set her down quickly.

"Cold! Cold! Cold! What the hell 'Mione! Why are you carrying wine over to my house at…" With a glance towards the clock on the wall his eyes bulged slightly, "2 o'clock in the afternoon?"

Hermione attempted a grin that ended up being more like a grimace than anything.

"Sorry Harry. Wasn't expecting such an enthusiastic welcome." Despite her words his actions had warmed her heart and she as filled with affection for her best friend.

"S'okay Mione. But you still didn't answer my question. Is everything okay? It's not like you to drink so early in the day." His brows furrowed in concern. The last time he'd seen her like this was when she and Ron had broken up only two months after the she had woken up from her coma. They were rocky as friends but in a relationship they were down right toxic. Both broke apart amicably but the break up was not good on her still healing mind. The war had done a number on her in the stress department causing the mental breakdown when the final battle had ended.

Hermione sighed, "I'm not sure yet, Harry. I got some news today and I think it would be easiest to share it with everyone all at once rather than wait for everyone to find out. Is Ron here?" She looked around as if was going to manifest behind Harry.

Shaking his head he went directly to the floo. Throwing some powder in he had a brief and mumbled conversation with someone before stepping back to let Ron through. When Ron had arrived he immediately drew Hermione into his arms holding her against his chest in comfort. Despite their constant disagreements they were still incredibly close. Resting her check on his chest she hugged him back securely.

"Hey 'Mione, Harry said there was something important you needed to talk to us about." He spoke into her hair, pressing a kiss to her head as he did so.

Sighing heavily she pulled away from him and looked over to Harry.

"Is Ginny here?" Harry nodded leading them to a sitting room where Ginny was balancing a Witch Weekly magazine and a cup of tea.

Much like most of the children who fought in the final battle, Ginny had decided not to go back to Hogwarts, she as going to sit for her NEWTS next year instead. About a month after the war had ended she was able to talk Molly into letting her move in with Harry. It had been a huge row but in the end Ginny's stubbornness won out. Mrs. Weasley was still incredibly put out by her daughters decision. Still thinking them too young to be living together. Especially when they weren't yet married. But the ring on Ginny's finger and a wedding in the making had softened the blow some.

Looking up as the group stumbled through the doorway she broke out into a grin.

"Ron! Mione! What do we owe this pleasure?" Ginny set down her reading a cup and moved over to greet her brother and friend.

"Come sit down, its been too long since we've had a girls night!" Completely ignoring her brother except for the vague greeting she grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her to the settee. All the while prattling on about a new clothing store that was opening in Diagon Alley that she as reading about just now. Apparently it was going to be all the rage.

"What am I? Chopped liver?" Ron mumbled to himself, following a chuckling Harry to the sofa across from the two girls.

"Ginny." Harry finally cut in, his patience was wearing as the anxiety for what Hermione had to say was settling heavily in his stomach. Ginny glanced at her fiancé a look of strong irritation on her face.

"Sorry love, I know you want to chat but 'Mione has something important to share." He smiled softly at his wife to be, endeared to her passion.

Nodding she called Kreacher requesting some tea for their guests. Once the tea had been served they all looked to Hermione in anticipation.

Gathering her courage Hermione squared her shoulders, readying herself for the explosion she expected.

Breathing in deeply she explained as much as she could.

"Kingsley asked me to come into his office today after the new administration found some warded documents that were securely hidden at the end of the first war." She paused taking a much needed sip of her tea as the others waited impatiently.

"What kind of documents 'Mione?" Harry was surprised, if it had to do with Death Eaters he should have been one of the first to know since he was on the team to capture the left over ones after some had successfully fled the battle field.

"Birth records. They found birth records Death Eater children. They were heavily warded by Dolohov during the first war, meant to keep the Order to whomever from coming after their children if they had been found or prosecuted." Hermione looked down tears now running down her face.

"'Mione, its ok. I know that the thought of prejudice is hard for you because of what you have faced in the war, but their not children anymore. Most of them have to be our age by now!" Ron was holding back an eye roll at his over-emotional ex-girlfriend.

Harry and Ginny remained silent. They knew that wasn't the only thing that was found. There had to have been something more for their level headed friend to be so distraught.

Gathering herself, she glared at Ronald, his lack of sensitivity in this area was rather irritating. Noticing her glare, he shut his mouth quickly not wanting the hex that often followed it.

"If you would let me finish, you insensitive git, I would tell you why its important!" The irritation was rolling off of her in waves. Nodding he mimed the locking of his lips.

"They found my birth record." She waited letting the words sink in. Three simultaneous gasps echoed in the room. Harry let out a huge breath.

"Kreacher." With a pop the sour faced elf appeared. "We are going to need something a lot stronger than tea. Please bring us the fire-whiskey and four glasses."

Trying to lighten the mood Ron chuckled darkly.

"Good ol' voldy just can't seem to let us have a normal year can he?" Hermione burst out in surprised laughter. She was glad Ron had mellowed out slightly. The explosion she was expecting never came this time around

Getting up she moved over to him leaning into his embrace. He dragged her until she was seated in the middle between Harry and Ron. Both embracing her.

With fire-whiskey in their hands and warming their bellies the first question was asked.

"So what does this mean?" Ginny broke the silence.

"With the birth records available the ministry was able to track down some of the babies. Most of them are from convicted Death Eaters. They found adoption records and the location of some of us." The confirmation of her parentage hung heavily in the air.

"Two of us were taken and hidden in muggle families. That's how they knew it was my record, the adoption papers were hidden inside." Hermione looked down.

"So you're what?" The question startled her, she turned to Harry confused. "Pureblood? Half-Blood?"

"I'm not sure." She felt hurt, but didn't fault his curiosity.

"Exactly."

"What?"

"You don't didn't ask, its not important. You're not your blood status 'Mione." Harry hugged her closer.

Ginny and Ron came to her other side pulling her in. She couldn't have been more glad for the friends she had made at Hogwarts. And she as so happy Ron had mellowed out or else this could have been a whole other conversation.

The next words froze her heart in fear though.

"You know we have to tell mum and the other though, now, right?"