I'm not a Muggleborn?

Chapter 1

A/N So yeah… Random idea I had. I don't know if this one has been done before. I kind of like it. This will be a chaptered fic by the way.

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

Anatole France

It was her sixth year and Hermione was in a very strange mood. Tomorrow was her birthday, and she knew she should have been happy but she didn't know if she could ever be truly happy again, at least not until this dreaded war was over. It was hard. She felt like she was losing everyone, one by one. Not many were actually gone, that was just what it felt like. She wasn't scared though. She had seen so many afraid that they would be next, and that wasn't the way she wanted to live. She wasn't particularly angry or excited either, but she wasn't unfeeling either. She couldn't really explain it. It was as though she was almost expectant, but that wasn't really it either. She wasn't expecting anything big to happen that she knew of. It was almost a premonition-like feeling, but it wasn't distinctly like that. She was confused. Ron would be amazed. Later, when she looked back at this moment, the last moment of peace she would have in a while, she would wonder if maybe she had known what her birthday would bring almost subconsciously. Not the specifics, but the turmoil— the changes. She had a normal day, but that night she got a letter from Dumbledore that read,

Dear Miss Granger,

I would appreciate it if you would join me in my office tomorrow at promptly 8:00 P.M.


Albus Dumbledore

P.S. I like Drooble's Bubblegum.

She really hoped she wasn't in trouble. Harry and Ron had tried to reassure her a thousand times, but she was still a bit anxious.

The next day she went to the gargoyle at eight and said, "Drooble's Bubblegum." She climbed the steps and entered Dumbledore's office.

He was sitting at his desk, smiling toward her. "Sir?" she asked. "What was it you wanted to see me for?"

"Have a seat, Miss Granger. Today is your seventeenth birthday, is it not?" he asked as she sat down across from him.

"Yes, sir, it is."

"I thought so. I was told to tell you this only when you turned seventeen."

"Tell me what exactly?"

"You were adopted. You are not a muggleborn, nor are you a half-blood; you are a pure-blood."

"What?" she asked incredulously.

"You had a glamour charm placed on you as a baby. Your muggle parents raised you basically since birth."

"But, why, sir?"

"Your parents were well known as being opposed to Lord Voldemort. When your mother was killed not long after you were born, your father decided it would be best if you were hidden— the wizarding world hadn't known you existed at all, save a select few. Would you like me to remove the glamour charm now?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very well." He waved his wand and Hermione's appearance changed. He waved it again and a mirror appeared in front of her. She was stunned. She looked strikingly beautiful. She had wavy black hair that fell down her back and stormy grey eyes that seemed so familiar, but she couldn't quite place them. Her features looked a bit like Draco Malfoy's, but more feminine. She gasped as she recognized where she had seen those eyes before.

"Sirius," was all she could say, but when she looked at Dumbledore, he smiled. She was sure of it. Sirius Black was her father.

"There was one other thing I wanted to see you about tonight, if I may?"

"Go ahead, sir," she said, sure that nothing could surprise her now. She was wrong.

"It was recently discovered that it is possible to return from the Veil if you can make your way to where you fell in. Well, 'fell' isn't exactly the correct term, for that would insinuate that you went down. In fact, you travel sideways."

"So… He could come back?"

"Probably not without help. It is human nature to wander in a new place, and I doubt he could make his way back to precisely where he entered, but he would only have to get within seeing distance. After three days, the veil appears on that side and by passing back through it, you could return to our world.'

"But, sir, why are you telling me all of this?" she asked, puzzled.

"We need someone who is willing to attempt to go inside the veil and rescue him."

"And you want me to try to find him?"

"We believe you have the best chance. You have to be able to find your way back after you find him, and you cannot use magic inside the veil. Would you like to do it?"

"Of course!" she said immediately.

"You do understand that there are risks involved?"

"Yes, sir. I'll do it anyway."

"I thought so. Come to my office again tomorrow at seven A.M. I will excuse you from any classes you miss. I will also explain your absence to Misters Potter and Weasley."

"Yes, sir, I'll be here."

She couldn't quite wrap her mind around it on the walk back to the common room. She was going to go save Sirius Black, her father.


After a restless night, Hermione was in the Department of Mysteries in the Veil room.

She was prepared. She had been given a muggle pedometer, which counts how many steps you have taken.

She also had an extremely long rope tied around her waist though no one held much hope that it would be of any help. Most seemed to think it would disappear inside the veil and reappear when she walked back out. She had a compass as well, but Hermione was one of the very few who expected that to work.

She was extremely nervous and twice as excited. Then Kingsley, who had been assigned to brief her on this, came over and said, "You ready?"

"As I'll ever be," she replied. He chuckled a bit, then asked,

"Nervous?" She didn't reply except to give him a reproachful look. He chuckled again and said,

"Remember what to do, keep a cool head and you'll be fine." She walked over to the veil. She could hear the voices whispering from beyond the Veil, but they were just a muted muttering. She couldn't make out any words. Hermione took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and stepped through.

"And now we wait," Kingsley said to himself.


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