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Chapter 1: The Truth. AKA The Day That the World Went Pear Shaped for Hermione Granger
It was a beautiful Summer day. I had been outside in the garden reading when Mother came to bring me inside.
"Hermione, dear, come in please. We have visitors and they would like to speak to all of us", Mother called.
Nothing I have studied could have prepared me for the sight I beheld when I entered the family room. There sat two men and a woman, all dressed like they had stopped on their way to a Renaissance Fair. The oldest had a wise, all knowing look to his face and eyes. His long beard had braids and baubles in it. The other man was younger, more severe and stern looking. He had shoulder length hair and the front of it was in his face. The woman was also older, and she had a worried look about her.
When I was seated, introductions were made by the older man, Albus Dumbledore. The woman was Minerva McGonagall and the younger man was named Severus Snape. Mr. Dumbledore told us that they were from a special school in Scotland that educated young people that were magical. They were Headmaster, Transfigurations professor, and Potions Master, correspondingly. Not that I knew what those were really.
Professor Dumbledore explained that I was a witch and was able to do magic. That explained quite a bit of things. Like the time I begged to receive a puppy for Christmas and one appeared. Or when I had cut my foot on a shell at the beach and Father was taking me to get it stitched but it was nothing more that a scratch when we arrived at hospital. Oh, there was much more and my mind was reeling. I was lost in my memories until Professor Snape announced that they needed to speak to me in private.
"Hermione, dear, your parents informed us before you joined our conversation that they had adopted you and you were aware of the fact. Am I correct?", Dumbledore inquired.
"Yes, sir. I have know about the adoption for as long as I can remember. Father and Mother said they never wanted to have secrets from me."
"We wanted to make sure", Professor Snape began, "because we need to inform you of your heritage. I dare say it may not be a pretty story and we need to make sure that you tell no one what you learn. It is a matter of life and death."
"Yes, my dear, it is", added McGonagall, "but I can assure you that we will do everything we can to keep you safe".
They told me the story of a wizard who had chosen a path of hate and destruction. One who murdered families for not joining him. His reign of terror ended the night his murdered a couple and tried to kill their son. The curse he used on the boy backfired and the evil man died. What he hadn't known, though, is that they had an older child. A daughter. Me.
Yes, you guessed it. My brother is Harry Potter. And until today, no one knew this except for myself and the three professors. Why, you may ask? Because my mother may have been Lily Potter, but my father is a man named Tom Riddle. I was a child of rape. The child of the most evil bastard ever known to the wizarding world.