Author's Note: Hey all, so this is my fist fic, so please read and review I would love to hear what you guys think. So you know the story may move slowly, and Draco doesn't show up for a couple chapters, sorry!! anyways, enjoy:D
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Chapter 1 – Guests
My name is Hermione Granger, though I'm sure you already know that, but what you don't know, and well, I didn't know this either, but today my entire world was about to change. And it was going to change for the better, there is absolutely no doubt about that. My friends, Harry and Ron, even Ginny, all think that my life is perfect, that I live some sort of fairytale life, perfect house, perfect parents, perfect everything. They couldn't be more wrong. I suppose at one time, perhaps when I was very young that might have been the case; but no, for longer than I care to remember, my life has been far from perfect. My mother, whom I love dearly, made the stupid mistake of shacking up with a complete and utter bastard. Now I don't say that lightly, ever since my father died when I was five, my world has been consumed by hate. Gary is my mother's second husband and consequently my stepfather (though I refuse to call him 'dad'), and I most definitely hate him with a passion. Now I don't mean I hate him because he's with my mother, granted that's part of the reason, but mainly it is because he seems to hate me. Well, now that you know that, what happens next should hardly surprise you, well, not too much anyways.
So I was sitting in my room, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen. I was home for the summer holidays, and was thankful for some time to relax, especially since third year was so exhausting. I vow that no matter how many classes I want to take, I will never go through that ordeal with the time turner ever again. So that evening, when the doorbell rang, I continued reading since I knew my mother would answer the door. When I heard her call for me to come downstairs I was a tad bit confused, seriously it was 7:00 pm, who on earth would show up without warning in the evening? Nevertheless, I figured I'd rather avoid any unnecessary conflict tonight, so I trudged downstairs to see who the cause for my disturbance was. I was therefore quite shocked to see my formidable Potions Master standing by the fireplace in our sitting room.
"Hermione darling, this man says he's your teacher at school and that there is something urgent he needs to discuss with us" said my mother nervously fiddling with her apron.
By this point, I am even more confused, as I can see no reason why he should be here at all, let alone to discuss something with my 'family'. I use the term family lightly, for it has been many years since I have felt a part of this family.
"Well don't just stand there and gawk at him girl, make yourself useful and fetch some tea!" barked Gary, for I resolutely refuse to call him 'father' as my mother so wishes.
"Of course, my apologies" I say, demurely. Inside I am seething at his harsh, demanding tone, in front of my professor no less. Professor Snape on the other hand seems to be watching our family interaction with mild interest. Perhaps he is shocked that my family treats me so, for he must have assumed, like everyone else, that I live in some sort of happy bubble.
I return with the tea, and served it to our guest, my mother and Gary. Once I have completed this task, I ask, "So what brings you here professor? Has something happened?"
"No, Miss Granger, nothing is wrong per say, however something has happened, I have recently been made aware of, something which concerns you."
Now by this point I'm nervous as hell, like seriously, what could he have possibly have been 'made aware of'? I haven't done anything wrong or illegal, well, aside from that incident with Sirius and the time turner at the end of last year I thought, mentally reviewing my actions off late.
"What in the hell have you done now girl?" growled Gary, sending me a nasty glare.
"Nothing at all I assure you Sir" sneered Professor Snape in my defence.
So if I thought I was confused before, it's nothing compared to how I'm feeling now. Because right about now, I haven't got a damn clue as to what's going on, and I decided it was time I mentioned just that.
"Professor, could you please tell me what you are talking about? If I haven't done anything wrong, then what is the purpose of this visit?" I asked genuinely confused.
"What I am about to tell you miss Granger, is likely to confuse you, but I ask that you refrain from commenting until I have finished what I need to say, understood?" Professor Snape asked.
"Yes of course Sir" I replied.
"I am here to inform you Miss Granger, that you are in fact not a muggle-born, and consequently are a pure-blood. This means that you are not even a Granger, at least not by birth." He said in a calm, nonchalant manner as though he were simply stating common facts. While I, on the other hand was torn between telling him he was off his rocker, to gaping like a fish out of water. I settled for a nice mix of both, as I started stuttering and gaping at the same time.
"B-b-but…n-n-n-no….n-n-not….p-p-p-possible…?" I stuttered out.
"On the contrary Miss Granger it is more than possible, it IS. You were adopted at the tender age of four, and placed in this home. Now, the reason for my presence is to inform you of the identity of your birth parents." At this point, he paused, as though gauging my reaction to his words.
I numbly nodded for him to continue, now desperately wanting to know my true identity.
"very well, this will come as quite a shock I believe, you see miss Granger, you have been put under a very strong glamour charm, one that can only be removed by someone who shares your blood, this was done for your own safety. But I will go into that later. You are not Hermione Jane Granger as you have so believed for all these years, but are in fact Hermione Kylana Snape. My daughter." He said.
Oh hell, he wasn't kidding when he said this was going to come as a shock to me, good lord, my feared Potions Master was my Father?! Oh sweet merlin, I think I'm gonna pass out.
Professor Snape merely raised an eyebrow. 'Damn I must've said that out loud. Crap.' Oh well, truth be told, my mind was reeling with the implications of this newfound knowledge.
Oh hell, me, simple Hermione bloody Granger, daughter of SNAPE? Oh dear.
"um……well…..wait, why in the name of Merlin am I finding this out now? For the love of god, you've spent the last three years terrorizing me and my friends! And you knew all this time? How could you not tell me!" I raged.
"Miss Granger, I regret that you think so little of me, I was not aware of this fact until 3 days ago. I have spent the past two days verifying the validity of this claim. I assure you if I had known sooner, you would have been made aware of it immediately. There is much that you are unaware of, and that, given the time, I will explain, only however, if you are willing to listen." He said in a measured voice.
"Forgive me sir, I would like very much to know the truth, I let my emotions get the better of me, I'm sorry" I replied meekly.
"Quite. Perhaps you would like me to remove that glamour? Rest assured the changes are not too drastic, you will still be recognizable, but there will be changes." He says.
I just nod for him to continue, as I am a tad apprehensive as to what my new appearance will be like. However when he did remove the charm, the sight that met my eyes, shocked me. Well that is, it did once my eyes stopped stinging and he conjured a mirror for me to see my reflection in.
My height did not change, I remained a modest 5'4", but the most noticeable changes were my hair and eyes. My hair changed completely, instead of the brown frizz that I was used to, it now fell down my back in a slightly wavy curtain of inky black, which was thankfully, frizz-free. My eyes on the other hand shocked me more than my hair. What were once, warm coffee coloured eyes now stared back in the most shocking tone of violet I had ever seen. It looked almost inhuman in an ethereal sense. I had never seen eyes of this colour in my life, and I doubt I would believe it if I didn't see it myself. They looked almost electric, all in all, they were mysteriously beautiful. But he was right, essentially I looked the same, my skin became more pale than it used to be, and there were other changes to my physique that only myself or another woman would notice, but none were unwanted. In short I was quite pleased, and was ready to settle down and learn more about my new family.
"wow…..um, wow…..well, professor, if you're my father, then who was my mother? What happened, why did you give me away?" I asked, hurt that they apparently didn't want me when I was a child.
"Do not get the wrong idea Hermione, you were not given up, in fact you were taken from us quite unwillingly, by force. You should know, I have been searching for you for more years than I care to count. But before I go into a detailed account of your history, I should inform you that you are not an only child, but have two brothers." He replied.
"older or younger?" is all I asked.
"neither" he replied, "the three of you are actually triplets"
Damn, just when I thought that there wasn't going to be any more shocking news for the night, he hits me with that!
However, once he said this, I suddenly noticed a strange sensation, and following this I could have sworn I was hearing voices in my head.
'great' I thought, 'now I'm going crazy, honestly, hearing voices in my head'.
"Now I know this is shocking, but since you are triplets who are exceptionally powerful, you also have some unique powers, one of which is that the three of you have a mental connection, and are essentially telepathic. You have the ability to converse with each other through your minds. Distance has no affect on this power, though with proper training you can learn to block them out, or keep them from certain thoughts. Do you understand?" he asked.
"I see" I answered, while thinking 'and here I thought I was going crazy hearing voices in my head, well at least that's been cleared up'.
"Now I realize that this is a lot for you to take in right now, so I will leave you for tonight to come to terms with what you have just learned. If it is your wish to learn more then you may send me an owl tomorrow. However, I understand if you do not wish to leave your home, or acknowledge your true identity. If this is the case then I assure you I will not treat you any differently. I must insist that you keep this news about your true parentage to yourself, as I am sure you are aware of my more unsavoury acquaintances. However, I do wish that you consider all that I have told you today carefully. Though I cannot make any demands, know that I have searched long and hard for you, so this is as much of a miracle to me as it is to you."
He said this all in his usual cool manner. Though I must admit, it is strange to hear him speak to me without the usual harsh bite to his every word. Mind you, I am not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"I assure you professor, I will sleep on it, and contact you in the morning." I said, attempting to keep at least some semblance of normalcy.
"of course, thank you for your time" he replied.
Throughout the course of that last exchange, all I could think was, 'he has manners?! When did he become so damn polite?!' although I suppose that has something to do with the fact that he was now talking to his daughter 'eek!' not the Gryffindor know-it-all he seemed to loathe so much. 'Perhaps this could work out in my favour' I thought.
As it were, he returned my appearance back to 'normal' despite my requests otherwise and promptly left, leaving me with a shell-shocked mother…well adoptive mother I suppose, and a down-right pissed off step father.
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