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Author's Note: Okay, yeah, italics can mean a lot but depending of the context, I'm sure you'll get it!

Previously:

"Yeah." Their wordless conversation filled in only a few of the answers they wished to have. Hermione, remembering the removal of the charm, jumped up and dashed to her bathroom to look into the window. "Oh my word," she claimed, finally viewing her reflection. Her skin was pale, and her eyes were a crystal clear blue with black peppered about. It reminded her of the night sky. Her hair had turned shades darker, and lengthened slightly. Sleek black curls covered her head compared to the bushy bird's nest she had dealt with before. As she examined her hair from every angle, she noticed something on the back of her neck. She turned to further examine it. It was a crescent moon shape consisting of only the black outline of the mark. "Oh… my," her phone dropped.

"Hermione? Hermione? Are you there?" Ginny cried.

"Yeah… sorry about that…. Is there a… a… a tattoo on the back of your neck?"

"Uh," Ginny shuffled around, "yeah, it's a sun, a black outline of a sun."

"Oh… okay."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure," she muttered, pondering the tattoos, trying her best to recall their meaning. She had, of course, read a book and remembered seeing some picture of the tattoos, hers at least.

Hermione was now standing in the street. The house was huge and expensive looking. It was full, dark brick with large, extravagant windows. The door was at least seven feet tall with an intricate design that began with a simple heart. White pillars stood tall, supporting the top and fourth level of the house in all of its bold glory.

Cautiously, she knocked on the giant, intimidating door. A house elf answered it before Hermione had the time to take her arm back to her side.

"Oh, hello," she smiled, a bit startled.

"Hi, may Tinka help you?"

"Oh, yes, I'm here for lunch with Mr. and Mrs. Daniels."

"Oh my, of course, come in, Miss. Tinka's masters are in the living room. Follow me!" 'Tinka' rushed through the bottom level of the house and opened a pair of oak French doors that lead into the beige colored living room.

"Yes, Tinker?" Mrs. Daniels queried.

"A guest is here, she is Miss… Miss…"

"Hermione Granger," she walked in, stressing the last word to their notice.

"Thank you, Tinker, expect one more soon. We'll be waiting here."

"Yes, Mistress," Tinker bowed low and scurried out of the room.

"Please, have a seat," Mr. Daniels wave a hand at the couch the sat before his wife and himself.

Hermione sat. She stared at the adults expectantly. They were the ones who wanted this. They were the ones who had something to say.

"How have you been, child?"

"Fine, until recently of course."

"Yes, I would believe so. Tragic, what happened," the sympathy didn't reach his eyes.

"Yes, it was," she studied them both, noting similarities between them and yet feeling so different. Far off, she heard the colossal doors open again and she breathed a sigh of relief. Ginny was here.

"Sorry I'm late," Ginny greeted as she came in. "Mum was crying horribly, and I couldn't leave her."

"Quite alright, my dear. Let us go into the garden in the back to eat. It's a beautiful day."

The garden was beautiful, filled with flowers of every color and sort. In the middle, a table just big enough for four was place. An umbrella the size of a car provided shade from the heat of the day. Food was laid out on the table. There was fruit, vegetables, sandwiches, and deserts to there liking. Neither girl could help but smile.

As they began to eat, Hermione grew impatient with each passing minute due to lack of not knowing what she felt she needed and more or less deservedto. "What is it that you are to tell us?" her curiosity finally took over.

"Just like your father," Lana gave Casper a side glance, "so impatient and persistent, thirsty for the unknown. Well, for years now, you have been separated yet close and still fine but now, as you are both turning 17, you are more vulnerable to the world around you. You are each other's strength due to your own unique characteristics. Selene.."

"Call me Hermione."

"And me Ginny," she figured she should go ahead and clarify that.

"Okay, Hermione, you are one with the night. You are most powerful at night. It gives you power and strength. It's a part of you. Like an elemental, you control water but with it comes chill. Ginny, you are one with the day." Lana changed her gaze to Ginny and continued, "You are most powerful at day. It gives you power and strength. It's a part of you. And, like an elemental, you control fire but with it comes heat. With each of your powers come special abilities that you yourselves are left to find. We believe that you need each other to survive. And besides, we wanted to know our daughters."

"Then why didn't you keep us?" Hermione tested her boundaries.

"It was a plan that was to be carried out. A seer told us of things to come, and we thought we could escape the future but, my children, it has not been working, and it is important that you are together again," interjected Casper.

"So, I take you're not going to tell us of this 'plan,'" Ginny stated.

"Correct," he paused, "I would like to talk… living arrangements."

"Living arrangements?"

"Yes, we want both of you to come live with us. We are your parents."

"You're not my parents!" Hermione stood abruptly. "My parents took care of me. They fed me and gave me clothes. They gave me money to carry out things that I wanted to carry out. They protected me from bad things and the monsters in the closet. My parents loved me and died just recently," she lowered her voice before continuing. "You… are not my parents."

"Yes, we are and the sooner you accept that, the sooner you will be able to live a wonderful life."

"I'll never accept that." She apparated to her house.

Hermione was surrounded by papers as she sat Indian style in her parents' room, attempting to sort things out. She had already gone through so much and had stopped reading the papers until she came upon a pile that she had had to find. It was well hidden at the top of the closet. The top paper read in big letters Abby's Adoption Agency. Her eyes began to scan the page before she folded it up and put it in her back pocket. She sifted through the rest of the papers, wondering what she would find. She found an aged looking letter. She could recognize her mothers beautiful cursive all over it.

My darling daughter,

This letter will be short, I know. And, wow, you must be twenty-one now. I know I should have told you sooner, but I couldn't. Hermione, we adopted you. More or less, we found you in a store and after no one claimed their child missing, we adopted you. Please, do forgive us for not telling you. We loved you with all of our hearts. We treated you no different, even when you got your letter. That just made you even more special. We're so proud of you Hermione.

Love,

Mum and Dad

Hermione wasn't sure how to feel about the letter. Betrayed? They had never told her she was adopted. She would have loved them the same but nonetheless, she would have liked to no sooner. Guilty? They had just died, and it was her fault.

She pondered that idea. It had just hit her. It was… her fault? No, well, yes, it was. She pressured them to come. She told her mother she hated her. It was my fault, she thought.

Author's rambling: Okay, I really hoped you liked it. Sorry it isn't very long but hey, it is what it is. It wasn't too hard to write, except near the end… I wasn't sure what to say. Please REVIEW. I need feedback or else I will no longer feel the desire to write. ;) I'll write sooner if I get more reviews. I want at least 5 since I got more than that for the first chapter! Thanks to those who did review!

I love you all dearly,

Heather (.devioustricks.)