Hermione! You have to get down here right now" said her mother with a sad and nervous voice. "Coming mother" she answered. Just by her mother's voice she knew something was wrong. Instantly she ran down the stairs to the living room where she knew her parents would be. Her eyes looked like her she had lost someone she loved. "Who died?" Hermione said jokingly to lighten up the mood. "That's nothing to be kidding about" her father snapped. "It's okay Richard, I can handle it by my one, I said I would tell her and that promise, am I going to keep" said Jane to her husband. "We lost you, Hermione". What the hell was she talking about? But two second later it hit me. I had overheard a conversation between my parents last Christmas about that it was only one year left with "her". At that time I didn't know that they were referring to me. I was adopted. The strangest thing was that I wasn't surprised. Not at all and that isn't normal for a girl my age that just found out that I was adopted. Not even normal for me. You see, I never really felt liked I belonged in this family, I was a witch, they weren't, I never really fit in. Don't take me wrong, I love the Grangers and they couldn't have given me a better childhood but it was time for me to find my true heritage. Before they could say anything I told them that I knew that I was adopted and that I loved them very much, but it was my time to find them and be who I was destined to be. I could see the devastating but understandable looks in their eyes. "This might help" her father told her and gave her a piece of paper. I looked at it at nodded. It will help in did. "Goodbye mother, goodbye father. Love you more than anything in the world". That was the last thing I said when I went out of the door. Now I was on my one and on a mission.
I know this is a bit short, but be nice to me about it. This is my first fanfiction ever so... Please RR/span/p