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I am a student so updated may not be as consistent as I wish. I will try to get at least one chapter up per week, but no promises.
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I have no beta, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. They are all my fault. I also apologize for the short chapters, but I will try to make them longer as I gain more experience.
Buckle up folks because are about to get interesting!
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Hermione had to stifle a gasp. She couldn't believe it! She had always known something was off in her life, but couldn't figure out what.
Tom Bloody Riddle was her father! Bellatrix fucking Lestrange was her mother! She also realized now why she had a strange feeling in the Department of Mysteries last year when she met Bellatrix.
Hermione didn't know how long she sat under the table, but when she came back down to Earth
Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pince we're gone. She looked around, grabbed her bag and ran all the way back to her dorm.
Climbing in bed, she yanked up the covers and fell into a fitful sleep.
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In the morning Hermione woke up with a feeling in her gut that she needed to talk to someone about this.
Talking to Dumbledore was out of the question. If she did that then he would know that she had been walking around the castle after hours.
If she told Ron he would flip and probably tell the whole school.
Harry might understand, but he was already struggling with all of the extra things that were being piled onto his plate.
Hagrid might accidentally let it slip.
Thankfully it was Saturday. She would go to the library and have a good think. The library was always where she did her best thinking. Throwing on a light pink wool sweater and some black leggings, she headed out of the dormitory down to breakfast.
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An hour later found Hermione sitting on the padded bench of a bay window overlooking the Black Lake.
She began muttering as time went on," Who can I tell? I need to tell someone. Someone who can keep a secret. Not just any secret. The biggest secret I've ever had."
"Maybe I can help," came a semi-deep voice from right behind her.
Startling, she whipped out her wand and whirled around to find herself face-to-face with Theodore Nott.