Hermione Granger lived a perfectly ordinary life until she turned eleven. Her parents loved her, she went to school and got good marks and she was perfectly happy. Her dream was to become a doctor and study at Oxford university, and she was definitely clever enough.
Her world shattered into a million pieces one day in the summer holidays before she was due to start Year 6, the last year of primary school or for some the second year of middle school. A secret had been kept in the Granger family, a one Hermione had never even suspected, and today was the day she was going to find out.
"Hermione, can you come downstairs for a minute please," said Dan Granger, exchanging a nervous look with his wife.
"Are you sure this is the right time to tell her?" asked Emma.
"I think so," nodded Dan.
"I hope she takes it alright," said Emma, looking very worried.
At that moment, Hermione Granger came racing down the spiral staircase, her brown bushy hair flying behind her.
"What do you want?" she asked, smiling.
"Hermione, hunny, sit down. This is serious," said Emma.
With a grave face, Hermione did as she was told, pulling out a chair and taking a seat at the dining table.
"Am I in trouble?" said Hermione. Saying this though, she realized it was very unlikely as she was almost never in trouble, and hadn't done anything.
"No, no. Of course not, dear," said Emma in what she hoped was a comforting tone, and then glancing at Dan.
"Hermione, we have something to tell you," Dan finally said, after a glare from Emma.
"What is it?" asked Hermione, her chocolate brown eyes staring up at them as her curiosity got the better of her.
"Well…we haven't exactly been completely honest with you-"
Becoming impatient with Dan, Emma finally just said it – "Hermione, we're not your real parents. We adopted you when you were just a little baby. Don't think this means we love you any less than we always have though,"
Hermione's face turned from curious to shock in a matter of nanoseconds.
"W-what?" she muttered, her lip shaking and trying to hold in tears, this was something she had never expected.
Taking one last look at her parents, she ran back upstairs.
"Oh dear," said Emma…
A/N: Anything you want or ideas you have, just tell me! I know its short!