28 February 1988

Albus's plans went off without a problem, Hermione was quietly adopted by the Weasleys. Hermione Granger disappeared off the school registry, Hermione Weasley took her place with a new birth date. The certificate stated she was born with her brother Ron in the Hogwarts infirmary on the 28 of February, 1980. Her family's home and dental practice were sold off by muggle solicitors, the proceeds placed in her trust vault. She was immediately accepted and adored by all her older brothers, Bill especially. Hermione was obviously not a ginger like the rest of her brothers and claimed she took after the Prewetts with her wine red hair. Her mother secretly blessed her with her maiden family's magic, fearful she wouldn't develop like her siblings. Ron arrived a month early and to the surprise of all their friends and family with a sister in tow.

The purebloods still circled the illusive Dagworth-Granger fortune, unaware that the heiress was currently enjoying her eighth birthday with her brothers at the burrow.

"Higher, Bill!" The youngest Weasley cried happily. Her mother watched anxiously from the window. She hated letting her daughter fly, terrified her fearless daughter would get hurt.

Hermione flourished at the Burrow, unaware that she once had a muggle mother and a squib father who were murdered so they could get their hands on her fortune. Molly began teaching her simple charms early, her daughter was very quick and quite powerful for her age. She lamented that her tomboy daughter never seemed particularly interested in the etiquette lessons her mother forced on her. Arthur would read her stories each night before bed, her favorite being The-Boy-Who-Lived. She dreamed of joining him on his adventures to save the world and feed hungry children. Bill and Charlie spent many days of their holidays teaching her jinxes and hexes to protect herself from boys. Charlie especially focused on showing her early to throw a good punch. Percy enjoyed sitting quietly and reading with his only sister, as they read their older brothers school books from a young age. Fred and George taught her the noble art of sneaking about to set stage for their pranks. Her favorite time with them was when their would sneak out at night and she would fly with them. Ron was her twin and felt he should be her protector, unless it was spiders. She was the one who would save her twin from spiders.

There was also her best friend, Luna Lovegood. Well, her only friend because she lived across the field. She would spend many days with her hunting the fabled crumple-horned snorkack. Luna knew many mystical creatures Hermione couldn't find in her brothers books but the adventure was trying to find them. Luna's mother Celeste was always fun, letting them play in her lab while she worked. They never brewed anything beyond first year level but her mother always seemed to have a new fun potion for them to work on. All of them always produced the most magical effects. Luna's father, Xeno, was odd and rarely home, always on expeditions to find new and rare magical creatures.

That's not to say all was perfect growing up at burrow. Ron and Hermione bickered constantly over school work. When their mother tried to assign them any kind of work to do, Ron would try and bully Hermione into doing it for him. Until Bill taught her the bat-bogey hex, which she mastered fairly quickly. Fred and George would constantly try and prank her and Ron, seeing as they were the youngest and stated they needed practice for Hogwarts. Molly and Arthur refused to let her come to the wizarding world with them, unless it was Kings Cross, and they usually tried to be as quick as possible in fear of her being seen. The paranoia that one day someone would realize who Hermione was and attack their family hung over her parents like a dark cloud but they refused to let it get in the way of loving their only daughter.

"Hermione, love, there's something we need to tell you." Her father sat her down that night after all her bothers were sent upstairs.

"Yes, daddy?" She peered up at her parents, hugging her favorite book to her chest.

"You see, Hermione. When you were a baby, your mother and I...adopted you." Arthur faltered.

"Adopted?" Hermione squeaked, her eyes wide.

"Yes, sweetheart, but don't think that makes you any less a Weasley. You are our one and only daughter and you always will be." Molly said firmly as she sat beside her small daughter.

"What happened to my mum and dad?" Hermione asked softly.

"It was a death eater attack. Your father was a squib, your mother was a muggle. Albus arrived after and brought you to us. We adopted you that very night." Arthur said in a soft voice as he picked up his daughters hand.

"Death eaters?" Hermione tilted her head curiously.

"They were followers of You-Know-who. Your granddad was a pioneer of potions and they were looking to end your family line." Molly said in a soothing voice.

"You-Know-Who?" Hermione asked.

"A very powerful dark wizard who was vanquished by Harry Potter when you were just a baby. We don't say his name." Arthur said in a hushed voice.

"Why not? I know Harry is a powerful wizard but he was just a baby when he defeated this...what's his name?" Hermione asked in the same hushed voice, imitating her parents.

"As I said we don't say his name." Arthur said firmly.

"...but what if I'm planning a surprise for Ron and I say 'oh, I'm just popping out to get you-know-who a cake' then people will think I'm barmy. What did his death eaters call him?" Hermione whined.

"The dark lord." Molly said curtly.

"Well, I want to know his name. Is it in any books?" Hermione enquired.

"No, it's just..its..fine.v-Voldemort." Molly snapped. "Don't make me say it again."

"His parents named him Voldemort?!" Hermione cried breaking into giggles. Her parents nervously looked at one another.

"You shouldn't do that, a lot of people were killed by him. People are still afraid of him. He ordered his death eaters to kill your uncles, Fabian and Gideon. He ended a lot of families during his reign, people won't take kindly to your giggling about his name." Molly said sternly.

"But his parents must have hated him and known he was going to be evil!" Hermione flashed her mother a shy smile.

"Hermione, a little off topic." Arthur swallowed hard, it was unnerving watching his 8 year old daughter mock the darkest wizard in history. "We wanted to tell you your adopted because we didn't want you to find out from anyone else. We love and you are our daughter. It was a tragedy but it brought you to us, the daughter we always wanted."

"Do you have any pictures? Do I look like them? Were they nice people?" Hermione started firing off questions.

"Well, we don't have any pictures. For your safety no one knows you were adopted and we would like to keep it that way. Your hair was originally a beautiful golden brown but I used a Prewett charm so that you could match the rest of the family. I believe Albus said they were tooth healers for muggles but they had no friends or family. Real recuses." Arthur said soothingly.

"I understand. I'm curious about them but...your my mummy and daddy and I have my brothers." Hermione nodded thoughtfully. "I've always wondered why me and Ron weren't like Fred and George. I just thought it was cause I was a girl and he couldn't handle my brain waves."

"I think that's enough for now, would you like me to read you a story?" Arthur asked jovially, Hermione instantly forgot any worries she may have at the mention of her father telling her stories of the Boy-Who-Lived.