Chapter 11 enjoy:

Hermione spent the rest of her day trying to figure out why she had been adopted. Could she have possibly been an illegitimate child? Or was she simply a mistake by her real parents? She would most likely never find out until she found and met her real parents, if she ever did.

She tried to keep her mind off by doing random things around her flat. Laundry, dusting, mopping the floors, cleaning the whole flat but her thoughts always returned to those of her supposed family.

There was something bugging her though. Every time she would sleep walk she could never remember what she was dreaming about. Normally the dream was the cause of it. But she had also read studies that say if a person keeps having a recurring dream then there is something that needs to be taken care of, or something was bothering that person so deeply.

She didn't think it was the war. She had accepted the fact that those who had been lost were in a better place, even Professor Snape, who had made her potions class hell every year at Hogwarts. But she had forgiven him. She understood once his past had been reviled.

But what could cause such problem? Why hadn't it happen before now? What could have happened that would suppress these things?

With a sign she looked around her flat for something else to do. But hell she did everything in one day that would normally take her about a week. But then again she didn't have to work as often. Since these episodes started she took some of her vacation time off, which was quiet a lot.

Finding nothing she looked at the time, 6:47 pm. She changed for bed and crawled under the covers. She needed to relax or she would never figure out what was going on.

….

She was back in the woods, by the tent that she had shared with Harry and Ron that year they were looking for the Horcrux. It was dark and the boys were asleep. It meant it was her watch. She looked up into the sky, watching the moon and the stars like she did as she was at her post. It was normally to kill time but it didn't mean she wasn't aware of what was going on around her.

Out the corner of her eye she spotted movement. Then the memory came to her. This was the night she swore she saw someone. She had been terrified that it was a Death Eater that had found them.

She pulled out her wand and began to look behind the trees. If it was found out to be nothing more than an animal it would make no since to wake up Harry and Ron. She could feel her pules start to beat faster. What if someone really was there? What would she do? What would they do? Her fear began to rise like the heat of an open flame. But as she turned to look behind the tree she had thought she had seen the figure move to, there was nothing there. Her head began to pound trying to figure it out. Could they have gotten away? Would they tell the dark lord? Would they return?

Once that thought entered her mind she rushed back to the camp. Shocked about how far she had actually gone. She woke up Ron and Harry not telling them why but had them pack up. They had to move in case they returned.

The next thing Hermione knew, it started over. Only it moved much slower. She looked around her. While the world was moving slow she could move at normal speed.

She watched the shadow move. Since it was a dream and she was wondering around in a memory she didn't know what all could be real or just her imagination. But they say the line between reality and dreams is very thin.

As she walked closer to the figure she had seen its face. It was a man, and his face was one that she had seen before. But for the life of her she couldn't place that face. It seemed so familiar. But then a name came to mind, Theodore Nott. That in itself made no since. 'Maybe he could help me?' She quickly shook that thought out of her head. He was a Slytherin, he wouldn't help a Gryffindor.

Hermione brought her attention back to the man that stood almost in front of her. It was the look on his face that confused her most. It was almost concerned. But she was sure he was a death eater, if that was the case why would he have a worried look? Perhaps if he failed at doing this he was going to be punished by the dark lord. She suddenly felt bad for the guy. He must not be able to control what he was doing.

Then everything began to move very fast. Everything was a blur.

Hermione woke up as sat up, taking in the environment around her. The walls were familiar. She got out of the bed. She wasn't in her flat she knew that much. She quietly walked out of the room and into the familiar area of the Burrower. She sighed and gave a small smile. She must have come to the Weasleys'. She walked down stairs to see Ginny and Harry sitting at the table. Molly was cooking as usual.

''Hermione, your awake!'' Ginny jumped up and hugged her, once she had spotted Hermione. It had been a while since they had seen each other.

Harry, Molly and Author looked at her.

''What happened last night Hermione?'' Harry asked her. She shook her head.

''I don't know, did I just appear here?'' She asked, in return they nodded.

''Is everything at home ok dear?'' Molly asked. She had always been a second mother to her. 'What home?' Hermione thought but choose not to say it aloud. She didn't feel like being questioned at the moment.

''Yeah I guess.'' She said taking a seat. Atlessed she knew where she was this time. It's scary to wake up in a place you have never been before. Or atlessed don't remember being there before.

''Well, you can come shopping with me late?'' Ginny offered her.

Hermione shock her head. ''No, I think I'm just going to go home and see what I can do there.'' She said as Molly placed a plate in front of her.

…...

Draco was eating his breakfast when his owl came to drop off the mail. He signed as she went through it. Nothing much really, but then he got to the last one. It was from his contact he had sent a letter to the day that Hermione began her search.

Without hesitating he tore it open. He might finally have a lead as to who Hermione's parents might be. She will be so happy to atlessed have a lead. Even if it does lead to a dead end, surly it could lead to another lead. He quickly began to read it.

Draco,

It's been a while since you last contacted me. But hey I can't complain.

Anyway I have been looking into wizarding families that have had children in the past 22 years. I have come up with a couple of names. They are on the next sheet. Although I am not sure if they will be of any help, considering that most of them are pure bloods.

But wow, I didn't expect Hermione to be adopted. That is a shock. Even though I didn't know her to well, I feel bad about the way she had to find out. It's not right.

Good luck trying to find her real parents.

Blaise Zabini.

P.S. Me and a bunch of guys are going to play a friendly game of Quidditch next week what to join?

Draco rolled his eyes at the last sentence. He was looking for help not to get roped into a game, which sounded like fun to him. However Hermione needed help at the moment. But as for the rest it was a start. And best of all it was a list of possible people. Although, he wasn't so sure why Blaise had given him Pure Blood names when most of them only had one or two kids, save for the Weasleys. Then again it was Blaise. He loved to make things complicated, has always done that even in Hogwarts.