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Hermione Granger sat at the dinner table, with a letter in her hand. Her soft brown eyes were filled with tears, which threatened to spill every second and then she knew she would not be able to stop.

"Honey, love, please say something," her mother pleaded saddened. Hermione tore her eyes away from the now soaked letter, and looked at her mother, who seemed to be on the edge of crying too. Hermione pursed her lips, deciding that she could not shut them out forever. Little did they actually know that she had known the first part for a very, very long time.

"I'm just surprised, mother," Hermione explained, trying to steady her voice and pose. Her father caressed her hand gently and lovingly, like he always had done in situations when something bad needed to be discussed. His way of saying he was there for her. Hermione looked up at her father, tears rolling down her cheek, and she realised it. No matter what this letter said, then she knew it was untrue. Technically it was true, but heart-wise it was just one lie.

"But I want you both to know," she spoke with her young, but strong voice, "that I don't want anything to be changed. I do not ask any questions about it either, except one..." Her parents exchanged nervous glances, and then again looked at their pride.

"When were you going to tell me?"

"We had actually thought about telling you when you were eleven, before you started at Hogwarts. But things just seemed to slip away and I, your father too, felt like if saying it, we would have lost you," Hermione's mother's eyes were watering again, she dried them quickly with a small handkerchief.

"And then I'd have changed then when having read the curse beneath?" Hermione rose from her chair, feeling anger rouse in her again. It was not fair.

"Honey, looks don't matter! What does matter is what's inside. Our Hermione Granger," Mrs Granger said tear-staining and went to embrace her willing daughter. Hermione pulled out of her mother's sweet embrace, letting rage out for the first real time.

"I don't want to!" She screamed, lowering the heads of her parents. "I cannot and I will not! There must be a way to be me," she sunk to the floor, crying uncontrollably. Her mother came to help, but she refused her. She tried to get to stand up by herself, and then she made her way to her bedroom, where she collapsed on her bed, crying more than she had ever done in her life.