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Hermione's flashback to Halloween in First Year.

Out of all the days in my life, this one was probably the most strange. It was the best and worst day of my life. It was the day when I was told of my true self, my heritage, my family and my future. It was the day I was told the truth.

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A boy ran down the Hallways into the Great Hall where everybody was having lunch. He stopped right behind Hermione Granger and told her his message whilst gasping for breath.

"Professor Dumbledore" *breathe* "wants you" *breathe* "in his" *breathe* "office immediately."

"Me?"

Hermione was confused. Why would the Head master want to talk to her? She was a first year of no significance. Was she in trouble?

The messenger boy nodded in affirmation.

She was startled. She walked up slowly into P. Dumbledore's office. The gargoyle protecting the entrance stepped neatly aside so that she could enter. She saw Professor Dumbledore talking earnestly to a hooded stranger who stood next to him.

He looked up and saw Hermione.

"Ah, Miss Granger, please sit down."

She was wary when she saw the stranger immediately pool all his attention towards her when he heard her name. But she stayed silent, she was scared.

"Miss Granger, could you please tell me about your family?"

"What?" 'What a random question.'

She was expecting questions like,

'Do you know why you are here?'

'Could you explain…'

Something along those lines but never this.

"My family, professor?"

"Yes, all that you know."

It pained her so much to tell him but who could deny the authority of Albus Dumbledore? And why shouldn't she tell him? IT was all in the past anyway.

"My parents were murdered when I was three. I escaped death by hiding in the rose bushes in the backyard and then after that my Aunt and Uncle looked after me."

Just as she finished saying this the hooded stranger hissed and said in a low voice,

"They were murdered? Albus, why wasn't I told?"

The first question was aimed at Hermione, the second at Dumbledore.

TO those questions Albus replied,

"You were thought dead then, remember, and I also had no idea."

"No idea about what? I would love it people included me. And why do you care if my parents are dead. It is in the past."

The hooded stranger started.

"Your so-called Father was my older twin brother. I found out today that he was dead. I found out from your 'Aunt and Uncle ' just now that he was murdered, because of you,"

She was angry

"What do you mean, my so-called Father?! And what do you mean by he was murdered because of m—wait, you're my uncle!"

"No, I am not your uncle. You are the lost daughter of Salazar Slytherin and Selena Relashio. You are in someway my ancient Great Aunt."

Hermione started laughing.

"Queen Selena? Her daughter is legend! If what you say is true then I wouldn't be alive because a vampire can not stand the sun!"

Hermione smiled

"Miss Granger, what he says has no lies." This time it was Dumbledore who spoke. Dumbledore never lied.

Hermione's smile froze and she felt some panic arise. She opened her mouth to speak but Dumbledore held out his hand to silence her.

"There is no way you can change what you are. You are the only heir to the Vampire Throne. I have arranged for you to live with your muggle family until 4th year. After that I'm afraid you'll have to leave them for your uncle…great nephew."

Hermione choked back a sob.

"Do I even have a choice?"

This time it was the hooded stranger who she knew to be LV spoke.

"No,"

Hermione ran out into the bathrooms crying. She stayed there until two of her classmates saved her from a troll which had found its way into the girl's bathrooms.

Draco: A day before First Year;

"WHAT?! Are you trying to tell me I'm Half Were-wolf?"

"Yes, my son." Lucius looked on at a confused and slightly deranged Draco in amusement.

"Wait, so basically, I'm a Werewolf whom is a King, I can identify Vampires and I have to rule a bloody kingdom as well as bloody rage War?"

"Yes," Lucius looked on in boredom, not at all concerned for the well-being of his adopted son.

"Well, FUCK YOU ALL!"

Draco stormed upstairs.

A/n: Yes it's extremely short but I think you get the idea….