In This Chapter- Hermione ventures into a part of the attic she never bothered to look before and is rewarded with something that turns her world upside down. Confessions, crying, and confusion mixed with a lot of understanding and hope prove that friends can get you through anything.

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 "Hmm hmm hummm" Hermione Granger hummed a familiar tune, the sorting hat song from the previous year. "In times of old when I was new and Hogwarts barely started…." Hermione humming turned into a small bit of singing.

She was home this summer holiday because of her parents wishes, she was heading to the Weasley's later that afternoon, but where she really wanted to be was the at order's headquarters, the late Sirius Black's house.

Hermione stopped for a second, as tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn't stand life sometimes, and how unfair it was. Harry knew his godfather for a mere two years, before fate snatched him away. It wasn't fair at all.

Hermione was up in her attic. Another boring, rainy day drove her to go up and look at her family's old photo albums and things from when her parents were young.

She was on her knees in front of an old, worn looking cedar chest; a large window was on her left. Hermione sighed and looked out into the rain.   That's all it ever did anymore. It was as if the world knew something horrible was coming, and it was already beginning to cry for humanity. Thunder roared and the lighting stuck down, cutting a blinding light through the dark, dark night.

Hermione grunted as she lifted the lid of the great chest. This was a part of the attic Hermione had never bothered to venture to it was Dusty and dirty.  Hermione never had a feel for it, but in recent history, Hermione had become accustomed to dust, and grim, having spent the previous summer cleaning the Black manor.

This trunk was certainly strange old, dusty photo albums where crammed inside, as if they contained things that the Grangers didn't care to remember. Hermione looked deeper and saw hardback yearbooks with a full layer of dust on them; she half wondered how in the world something could become so dusty simply by lying in a trunk. She looked at the inside of the lid and saw a brass plate with words written on it. After rubbing it a bit with her hand, Hermione made out the name 'Rachel Everson'. Confused, Hermione picked up a photo album and opened it up.

What was inside made her brain scramble and her insides turn upside-down…the pictures were moving!

"Ahh!" Hermione said and quickly dropped the book as if it burned her. Looking up at her were some vaguely familiar faces, a woman who she knew she remembered from somewhere, a man she never saw before, another woman she never saw before…. And her mother?

"Oh my Lord." Hermione said. Her parents had wizard photographs hidden in their attic Hermione was a witch. "Oh, oh lord."

I am a question to the world

Not an answer to the earth

Was her mum a witch? Was her dad? She picked up another book in the chest and looked at the faded, dusty cover. She ran a hand over the leather-like cover and read four words that she knew all-too-well.

"Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus"

Hermione sighed. This was it. One of her parents went to Hogwarts. It was an old, old Hogwarts yearbook with the school motto on the outside…Never tickle a sleeping dragon.

The motto used to always make Hermione giggle, from the first time she read it in Hogwarts: A History until the present, but not now, not when she just uncovered a great and almost terrifying secret, maybe she wasn't a mudblood after all.

Hermione brushed her check; she felt the small teardrops splash away. She stood up and took the yearbook with her, and pounded down the steps to the kitchen.

Hermione mom and dad where both their, her dad reading the paper and her mom cooking dinner. A regular Sunday afternoon at the Grangers, at least until Hermione decided to go into the attic.

"What's this?" Hermione said in a controlled voice, slamming the heavy yearbook onto the table.

Mr. Granger put down his newspaper in surprise, and Mrs. Granger whirled around from her cooking. They weren't used to their daughter acting like this.

"What's what, dear?" Mrs. Granger asked, drying her hands on her apron.

"This!" Hermione said, not in the mood to play games, she waved a hand at the musty yearbook. "Why do you have a Hogwarts yearbook in your attic? What have you been keeping from me?" Her honey blown eyes flashed dangerously as she settled on each her mother and father in turn.

Mr. Granger looked at his wife, who had the expression of someone who just got caught doing something very, very bad. Finally she managed to give him a small, but firm nod, and that was all he needed.

"I was wondering when this day would come." Mr. Granger said, as his wife took a seat, beckoning to Hermione to do the same, she refused for a moment, then sat down.

"I was hoping we wouldn't have to tell you, Hermione, not like this at least."

"Tell me what?" Hermione asked, her eyes still narrowed.

"Hermione there's something you need to know."

Hermione continued to look at them, it couldn't be too bad…but her mothers face was very serious. "Hermione, we are not your real parents." Mr. Granger said this all very fast and sighed when it was out.

Hermione gave her father a strange look, not really believing him, but her father was not one to pull far-fetched jokes. Before she could talk, Mr. Granger continued.

"Your parents where our best friends, they where also a wizard and a witch."

Hermione looked at him confused, half expecting him to start laughing because it was a joke, but all she could ask was, "Where are they now? Is that trunk upstairs-"

"It was your mothers." Mrs. Granger said. "When she went away to school, that was her trunk, like the one you use."

"They're dead now." Mr. Granger added, not being one to beat around the bush. "They died just under a year after you were born."

All Hermione could do was stare, and she said, "How did you end up with me? How did they die?"

"We're your godparents, and as we said, your parents where best friends with us. Your parents left you with us when you where but a year old. That very same night, the man your people call Voldemort killed them, right before killing the Potters"

Hermione looked up at them, still in a numb shock. All the books and stories she had heard about Voldemort could not have prepared her for this. She never knew Voldemort had had an impact on her personally, beside her connection with Harry of course.

"Mums, dad? Why are you telling me this now? Why So suddenly? And what do I call you now? How did you know my parents? Are you a wizard and witch? What's my real name?" Hermione was reeling off questions and Mr. and Mrs. Granger looked at her

Mrs. Granger was surprised at how well Hermione was taking it, they knew she was mature, but they didn't know she was that mature. And then she started to answer Hermione's questions. "You weren't supposed to find out until you were seventeen or eighteen. We just enjoyed having a daughter so much, since we can't have our own. Nothing would make us happier when for you to keep calling us mum and dad, as thought you still wanted us as parents. We knew your parents because we all lived in the same neighbourhood growing up. Actually there where five of us. Your parents, another girl, and us I grew up with, Narcissa, she was a witch as well, but she moved after she graduated, and we haven't heard form her since then."

Hermione thought, she had definitely heard that name before, but she could not place it.

"Obviously," Mr. Granger picked up the answering, "Your mother, or you can call her by her first name, and I are not magical at all. Your real name is Hermione Elizabeth Prewett and." He faulted, getting to the hard part. "Your parents where a strong witch and wizard. The Prewett's are much like those Weasley's, a long line of witches and wizards. You have a great power in you, if you are anything like your parents."

Hermione thought for a moment. "This is something I never imagined happening to me, One day I am Hermione Granger, mudblood bookworm. The next day I am Hermione Prewett, pureblood bookworm.

Then she said, "Mum? Dad? Would it be ok for me to use the name Granger until school is done? I don't think it would be real easy for everyone to get used to calling me Hermione Prewett." Mrs. Granger looked gravely at the girl. "Hermione, it is of the utmost importance that you keep a low profile on your true name. No one knows why Voldemort came after your family, but I can guarantee it's not for a cup of sugar. You may tell close friends, but that must be all, only that you trust, is that understood?" Hermione nodded, she was used to things being of life and death, and she just never thought it would all revolve around her.

"I'll need to be heading to Ron's soon." Hermione faintly said to her parents. "Ah yes dear, the fireplace will do." "Oh Good Lord!" Hermione exclaimed, suddenly realizing what was happening. "What with Harry and Ron say?" Mr. Granger smiled, and pulled out something from his pocket. "Their your friends and will love you whatever your last name is. And here is one more thing you will need to use when you go get your school supplies." He handed Hermione a golden key. "This is the key to your Gringotts vault. I understand your parents where quite wealthy, and as you're their only daughter, you're an heiress. Hermione gasped for the thousandth time that morning.

"Oh this is too much."

She stood up from the table and levitated her trunk to the fireplace. She had many more questions to ask, but she was going to be late. Maybe Mr. and Mrs. Weasley would know more about her parents. Before using the floo powder, Hermione hugged her parents and her little sister. They may not be her true family, but they still loved her with all they could give.

How can the world want me to change?

Their the ones that stay the same

"Oomph!"

That was the sound Hermione made when she made her not-so-graceful entrance into the Weasley kitchen.

"Mione!" Hermione was welcomed with a chorus of her name and she looked before her and smiled at the sea of redheads, one though, was a black haired person.

"Harry! Ron! Ah! It's so good to see you all!"

"What not us?" Said Fred (or George) putting on a fake pouty face.

"Of course I'm glad to see you as well, and of course Gin." Hermione smiled at everyone in front of her.

"How has your summer been going?" Harry asked him friends, as the twins took up her stuff to Ginny's room.

"Interesting." Hermione said in an unreadable voice.

"Interesting how?" Ron asked.

"Well," Hermione said with a serious face looking at Ron, she couldn't hold in her news much longer. "Is your parents' home?"

The twins, who had just re-joined them, threw her a funny look, but Ron said, "yeah, there in the living room, come on." Ron lead them into the small sitting room, where Mr. and Mrs. Weasley where sitting on comfortable looking recliners, each reading a piece of the Daily Prophet.

"Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley said joyously, getting out of her chair, "How are you dear? We're all so happy you joined us!"

"I'm doing pretty good Mrs. Weasley, but would you mind if I asked you and Mr. Weasley some questions? It's kind of important." Hermione looked nervously to everyone in the room, Ginny had taken a seat in an old rocking chair, Harry and Ron where seated on the floor, and the twins where sitting on an overstuffed couch.

"Of course dear." Mrs. Weasley said kindly, seeing the look of seriousness in Hermione's eyes. "Take a seat." She beckoned over to the couch, where Fred and George scooted to each side, making room for Hermione in the middle.

"Now, what is it dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked Hermione, her blue eyes filling with concern.

"Have you ever heard of the surname 'Prewett'? Hermione asked, surprised at her own daring.

Mr. Weasley answered, his eyes looking sad. "Yes, yes I have."

The Weasley kids and Harry looked at him with questioning looks, but Mr. Weasley didn't seem to notice, and he continued on. "The Prewett bloodline goes as far back as our own." He motioned a hand over his family. "Kevin and Rachel worked in the department of mysteries. They worked with, well, everything you saw last June. Kevin was in my year at Hogwarts, and eventually become head boy after being a prefect for two years. Rachel was a year younger then we, a bit of a loner actually, but no one had a reason to dislike her. Yes, I remember it more clearly now. After Rachel graduated from Hogwarts the got married, went to the wedding myself. But it surprised many people, not too many even knew they where dating!

Hermione let this sink in, and then asked. "What house where they in?" Mr. Weasley looked at her strangely, then said, "Well, Kev was in Gryffindor, like me, but what was strange was Rachel, she was in Slytherin."

Hermione's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't want to give herself away- yet. "What happened after they got married?" Hermione asked another question, fighting to keep her voice steady.

"Well, like I said, after Hogwarts they married and Rachel Everson became Rachel Prewett, and they both started working as intern in the Ministry of Magic. They eventually worked their way up into the Department of Mysteries, and later on, they had a child, a girl I believe. Had her very soon after Ron here was born." He waved a hand in his son's direction. "But then-"

Mr. Weasley stopped. It was obvious that this memory was not a happy one. "Then of course those where the dark times, and working in the Ministry, especially in the Department of Mysteries was twice as dangerous. You-Know-Who sought them out as potential spies, but when they refused…. He killed them. He killed them at their home, the same night he killed your parents Harry." Mr. Weasley looked sadly at a startled Harry, and continued. "No one really knows what happened to their daughter, she has been sent to a muggle friend's house, Rachel's friend, I believe. And, obviously she is a squib, because neither Hogwarts, nor any other magical school has a record of a Prewett, and she should be in school by now."

Hermione was shocked; He called her a squib! Well, indirectly, but still! Hermione gulped, and finally said, "I know what happened to her." She paused, and felt her cheeks heat up as the seven pairs of eyes bore into her. "I know what happened to her…because I am she."

She finished quietly and then suddenly felt the entire house rattle with a thunderous "WHAT?" Harry, Ron, George and Fred all jumped up and Ron and Harry ran over to her. Fred and George sat back down, both coming closer to her and put their arms around her, as she hung her head and continued talking.

"My parents, well, my muggle parents, informed me of my true parentage this morning. I found my mothers' trunk in the attic, complete with wizarding photos and an old Hogwarts yearbook. It surprised me, obviously, so I went to ask my parents, and they told me, and they seemed to think that with Voldemort (6 people cringed) rising I should know, I may be in danger.

"I can't believe this!" Ron said, astounded. "Neither can I" Hermione admitted. "Do you still want to be my friend?" "Of course!" Another five voices said without hesitation. "Hermione we didn't care when you where a muggle born, and we still don't care now that you're a pureblood!" Cried a very indignant Harry. "I know that, guys it's just, I've now lived fifteen years of my life as something I'm not. It feels like a lie. But it's odd. My name changed, but I'm still a know-it-all and I'll go back to Hogwarts and still study all the same.

"We didn't expect anything less from you, Mione." Fred said with a laugh. "Yea." Said the other twin. "Whoa!" Ron said suddenly. "Wait till Malfoy hears about this! Your family was richer then his Hermione! Wait! What ever happened to the Prewett fortune?" Hermione pulled out the key her dad had given her earlier. "I'm an heiress." She said shyly, but somewhat regally. Rona and Harry gapped at her. "Wow! Hermione you could just buy Flourish and Blotts with that money!" Hermione laughed. "That's no fun! Actually…" She said with a grin. "I'm thinking of buying myself a broom, how about a game of Quidditch? I'm feeling more daring suddenly, must be my new identity taking over." The four boys looked at her, open-mouthed, and then Harry said, "Yesss! Come on, last one outside is a Malfoy!"

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"Harry? Can I try out your firebolt?" Hermione asked sweetly. Harry nodded and handed his broom to his friend, who took it and mounted. Hermione rose a little in the air, then a little higher. Finally she was up at least one hundred feet. She could hear voices below her, they sounded sort of panicky, but Hermione was lost in her own world. "Why have I never felt like this before, while riding a broom? I always thought they didn't like me!" Hermione thought joyously to herself. She loved this! She started to do a few more stunts, flying higher. She did a few simple dives and barrel roles. Finally she started to pick up speed on the magnificent broom. She was impressed at how wonderful it was to steer it. She started going faster and faster, trying more daring tricks, and finally landed perfectly right in front of Fred.

"Hermione!" He said, wide eyed. She was 4 inches away from his face. "Yes Fred?" She said sweetly. "How did you learn how to do all that so quickly? Last time I checked you couldn't even get the broom into your hand!" "I felt like doing it, and I needed something to do, so hear I am. I'm thinking of trying out for the Quidditch team this year, ya know, since you all graduated last year, there's no Quidditch team left!" She added the last part teasingly. All the boys and Ginny looked at her as though she had grown wings. "I think I'm going to go inside." Ginny announced. "I don't think I will be able to keep up with five people all talking about Quidditch now." "Bye Gin!" They all chorused. "So who's up for some flying practice?" Ron asked excitedly. "All right, but are their enough brooms for everyone?" Hermione asked. "Sure, we have some old brooms, is that ok?" "Oh its fine Ron, I really like flying!" Ron and Harry grinned. Finally! Hermione was starting to make sense.

The five friends played around for hours, Hermione souring gracefully on Charlie Weasley's old comet two sixty. George looked over at his brother and noticed.

"I suggest you put your eyes back into your head, oh brother of mine." He said with a wink. "Wh-what do you mean?" Asked George, trying to look confused. "Hey, I can tell you like Mione, so what are you going to do about it?" "Hey! I don't like-" He faulted at 'Don't-give-me-that' look George pulled off so well. "Ok." He admitted." "Maybe I do."

The twins where hovering over everyone else, although the three friends below didn't seem to notice. "You know ickle Ronnykins has eyes for the fair Hermione." George said teasingly. "All's fail in love and Quidditch, brother." Was all Fred said. "Twin test?" George asked. "Oh yea, this one's definitely worth it." The Brothers grinned at each other and flew back down to the others.

Later that night Hermione and Ginny where holed up in Ginny's room, working on a "surprise" for the boys. Ron, Harry, George, and Fred where all in the living room, working on some homework, well, Harry and Ron where working on homework, but they figured that the twins where working on more jokes. They couldn't have been further from the truth.

"You sure your up for it George?" Fred said in a whisper to his brother. "Of course I'm sure. I have done this for you loads of times, but…. Fred are you absolutely sure? I don't want Ron and Harry, and, well, our entire family getting mad if you end up breaking Hermione's heart; you tend to be quite gifted at that." "Of course I'm sure." Fred snapped. "I haven't had you do this unless I was!" "Not really Fred, remember Angelina? And Katie? And what about that one Ravenclaw? Oh yea, and Marissa from Huffelpuff? And what about Missy from Slytherin? You actually broke a Slytherins heart, not that I mind, but you know how girls are." Fred nodded, but said, "Trust me, Hermione is different, she's not just beauty, she's beauty and brains." He winked, "and well, you know how well that is." They laughed together, causing Ron and Harry to look up, but the twins didn't notice, they had to put their plan into action.

"Ginny, close your eyes! I promise I know what I'm doing!" "Erg, all right, I trust you." Ginny obediently closed her bright blue eyes. Hermione and Ginny where in Ginny's room doing makeovers. Well, Hermione was giving the makeovers, and Ginny was her gunieapig pig. "Ginny your hair is going to make half the boys at Hogwarts want to be your slave." Hermione said with satisfaction in her voice. Hermione had spent the last hour casting spells to make Ginny's lifeless straight hair turn into glistening and bouncing curls. Ginny was very taken by it, and was glad she had agreed, but when Hermione said it was time for makeup she was a little shy. "Ginny! I'll make it look like you're wearing hardly any! Don't fret! You're just like a little sister, and of course a friend." Ginny smiled. She liked being included in things, especially when she was the youngest out of six brothers, and a girl at that. "Thanks Mione." "Done!" Hermione exclaimed proudly. "Now you can borrow some muggle clothes of mine and maybe Mrs. Weasley will let us have a day to our selves shopping in muggle London. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" Ginny grinned and agreed then went to look in a mirror.

Ginny was surprised at what she saw. Usually she would look at a tiny girl with very flat, thin hair, and a whole nose of freckles across pale skin, but the girl in the mirror was someone completely different.

The curls Hermione had charmed made her face look rounder, giving her some more mature sculpture. Hermione then added something to her face, Ginny didn't know what, to even out her skin tone, so not only where her childish freckles gone, but her skin looked like she had a healthy dose of sunlight. True to her word Hermione had kept the makeup from looking too overdone, but managed to make it look a bit like her own. Light brown eyeliner was smudged around her bottom and top eyelids, making her eyes pop out, and a layer of mascara, along with the help of an eye lash curler, made long, dark eyelashes flutter around her eyes.

"Come on Gin! Let's mugglize you!" Hermione was digging through her trunk, trying to find some clothes that would suite Ginny. They where about the same size, only Ginny hasn't finished filling out yet. Finally Hermione came up with a red button up dress shirt, which exposed a tasteful neckline, and a pair of fitted black pants.

"This should do nicely." Hermione said. "It will accent your features and the curves you've got going on there." She smiled and winked at a blushing Ginny, who turned around into the bathroom to change. "I'm going to change too Ginny, maybe we can talk the boys into going for a walk with us, heavens knows you'd love Harry to see you all dolled up." Hermione could practically hear Ginny blush some more through the closed door, and she rooted around to find some clothes for her to wear.

Hermione decided she would wear a cute jean skirt and a top that was similar to Ginny's, only white. Of course Hermione completely filled out this shirt, the top button threatening to come undone, so instead of risking it, she just simply left it unbuttoned. It was just the Weasley's and Harry, she wasn't trying to impress anyone, just have some fun dress-up time with Ginny.

Soon after Hermione was done dressing herself, a very self-conscious Ginny walked out of the bathroom. "Oh Ginny! You look fantastic!" Hermione was excited for her friend, but she could see that Ginny was a few sizes smaller then Hermione. Hermione felt a slight sting when she noticed, and carelessly muttered a spell that shrunk the clothes to fin Ginny's small frame. "Mione! You're not allowed to use magic!" Ginny said, surprised. "Oh don't worry about it." Hermione answered, still a little occupied. "Prefects are allowed to use small magic on break, you know, so we can stay on top of our grades." Ginny nodded and looked at her bedroom door, which was still closed. "Shall we go down and show the boys our surprise?" She asked. Hermione tossed her shiny hair over her shoulder and put on a seductive look; "Let's go get 'em."

"Hey boys." Hermione said in a low voice as she and Ginny went down the stairs and into the living room. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were away that night. "Hey Herm-" Fred replied then stopped. "Hey! You guys look great!" "Hermione! You look sexy!" "Wow!" "Dang Hermione!" "Aw Ginny you look really cute." Harry blushed when her three brothers gave him a look. "Well geez guys she looks a lot like Hermione, and since you can't say anything I will!" Hermione noticed Ginny turn a shade redder then her makeup, but the boys didn't notice.

"Hey we where wondering, wanna go for a walk? I still haven't seen everything around here." "Sure." Said Fred, grinning at George. George caught that and winked.

Ten minutes later the group was outside the Burrow, walking along a dirt path to a very pretty lake. "George once told me a sea monster lived in here." Ron said with a smile. "I believed him for years." Fred laughed. "I remember that, I was fooled too, until he told me, then I played along!" Hermione smiled. It really was beautiful out tonight. The sun had long since gone down, and a full moon was illuminating the warm summer night. Hermione shivered a little, even though it was warm; she was still a little chilly. "Shouldn't have worn a skirt." She muttered to herself. She stared at the crystal clear lake. The moon reflection bounced off of the glassy surface, giving it a look as though it was a painting.

"I don't feel any different." Hermione thought. "I should, I'm a different person now, with a different name, but I don't feel any different, just maybe a little older." She hadn't noticed it, but she was slowly drifting away from the others, who where all busy trying to shove one another in the lake. Hermione found a nice quiet spot and sat down on an old log. The crickets where chirping and there where frogs gurgling, and other sounds of the night. Hermione loved this, when most of the world was sleeping, it was as if the night belonged to her.

"Hey." Said a friendly voice. "Mind if I join you?" Hermione stared up at the red head. His twin was still trying to shove Harry in the lake, but right now this one was pretty interested in sitting down beside Hermione, on the small log.

"So what's up?" He said to Hermione. "Hmm? Oh, nothing, just thinking." "Thinking about what?" He asked curiously. "About my new name, life, my friends, school, Voldemort (flinch) and just…everything. It's weird, I know who I am one day, I'm Hermione Granger, bookworm mudblood (flinch) and I knew how to do that! I know how to be a know-it-all and be perfect, and be a prefect, and study and…now my new name is sending impulses through me, daring me to take it a step further. You knew me when I was eleven; did I look the type to do loops on a firebolt? No. Now I feel different, but I don't, and it's terribly confusing." Hermione shivered again.

"It's all right." The boy said, trying to comfort her. "Being a twin is similar to that." He grinned, "I mean, my brother George-" Hermione looked at him funny. "What do you mean your brother? You are George!" George seemed taken aback, and then smiled widely. "You passed." He said softly. "I passed what?" Hermione asked, confused. "Tell me," George said interested, "How did you know it was I, when I distinctly said I was George?" Hermione smiled at him. "Ok, I'll tell you, just don't hex me…. You and your brother have different eyes, their the same colour, same shape, same everything…except for the expression. Fred's eyes are wildering, more mischievous. Yours are calmer, and slightly alluring." Hermione blushed, and George was completely shocked. "She had just called him alluring! He was on a mission to get her to fall for his brother, and she was hitting on him, just a little. But also, a small voice in his head was repeating what his brother had said earlier… "All's fair in love and Quidditch." This brought a smile to George's lips. "Haha Hermione, alluring? Well, I know I have my charms…" Hermione punched him playfully on the arm. "You know what I meant. But anyway, what did you mean by 'I passed'? What did I pass?" "Oh." George said absently. "The twin test. Fred and I do it to people to see if they can tell us apart. Its great fun, and you, Hermione are one of the very few who can. Not even Ron can tell us apart." Hermione grinned. "Do I get a prize?" She stopped for a second. She was hitting on Ron's brother! Ron's older brother! No. No. No. No.!

Hermione got up off the log quickly and crossed her arms around herself. She stood still, staring at the lake, shivering slightly.

"Here." George came up behind her and gave her his jacket. "Thanks, but-" "No buts, Mione, your cold." George said definitely. Hermione nodded, and continued to gaze out into the lake.

"Is it really troubling you that much? Having your name changed is not a big deal, especially to your real friends." She looked at him. "Thanks." She said quietly. "I don't know what I would do without my friends."

George cautiously put an arm around her. He was easily a head taller, but he fit just right. Hermione jumped a little, but to his surprise, she didn't push him away.

"It will be all right, Mione," He whispered. "I promise."

They can't break me

As long as I know who I am

(A/N) See? The story isn't much different. The plot is going to be exactly the same, except no Sirius, and they're in their 6th year.  I'm sorry for any inconvenience, but this is my story, and it's my right to change it when I want to.  Thanks everyone for all your patience.

Xoxo

Ariel