Hermione paced up and down the floor of her room at Leaky Cauldron.

Bellatrix should have already been at Harry's house by now if this wasn't all a complete hoax.

Now that she had calmed down she realised that she had reacted towards her parents quite harshly. Her adoptive parents were nice enough people but they lacked emotion and weren't able to sympathise properly. She also felt as if she didn't belong with them sometimes. She couldn't have a simple conversation with them involving the wizarding world, she knew that they couldn't do anything about it but sometimes she just wanted to express her feelings without explaining the blood supremacy regime. She could never relate to them anymore. All the things they deemed to be important were so trivial and childish to her even though she was the child.

While she was growing up, she attended muggle school, she was often...always..bullied because of her excitement to learn. She had talked to her parents about it but all they said was that if she stopped boasting about everything she would soon have some friends. They didn't seem to understand that the reason she was so excited to learn was because she wanted someone to like her. Before her thirst for knowledge people would tease her about her hair being too bushy and her teeth being too big. Once she realised she couldn't please those muggle children she wanted to please the teachers so maybe she would have some type of friends and if that meant answering some questions then so be it.

When starting Hogwarts it was the same thing all over again, when she had gotten her letter she had thought that the reason she didn't fit in was because she was a witch but when she had gotten there she was yet to be an outsider. But it wasn't solely focused on her teeth and hair though it was part of the problem. She was a mudblood. A person who was filled with dirty blood. It seemed ridiculous how someone could be judged by something so inevitable, something the person in question had no control of. Though over the few years she'd been at Hogwarts she understood where they were coming from. Muggleborns just didn't have the right customs and that's why they stuck out like a sore thumb. Things like shaking hands when you were supposed to bow, things like Christmas presents and which ones were appropriate and which ones were not. These things were things you couldn't just read in a book but these were things that not only made her life a living hell but sometimes also Harry's.

So yes she understood the basis of blood supremacy, but she could not agree with her 'father' slaughtering thousands of innocent Muggleborns. It was just wrong. But then again if this was all real, according to the letter she didn't know the whole story. Part of her wanted it to be true, especially after what she'd done to the Grangers, but she also wanted a fresh start, a chance to actually fit in, to be able to have mum and a dad who cared about her.

Maia Cassandra Riddle ... it actually had a ring to it. better than plain Hermione Jane.

Harry...Harry would be her brother, he'd always acted like it. Ron was alright but he'd never been there for her, sure he and harry had saved her from the troll but he was the reason she was in there in the first place. It wasn't a good foundation for a friendship. If this whole thing was true she knew she would be happy with her new life though she had about a million questions to ask.

The knock at the door, threw her out of her thoughts. Could it really be them? Was this all real? Nervously she opened the door to find Tom standing there. Disappointed she drew up a small smile to be polite.

"Hello Tom, what can I do for you?"

"Ms Granger you have some guests waiting for you downstairs"

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