Untold Lies and Secrets
Chapter 1 – The Lies Surface
It was time to tell her the truth. He should have told her back in her third year but didn't know how, he was too cowardly. He still was. But as the street lights flickered, Remus John Lupin knew that if he didn't tell her now, he never would. Even if it was horrible timing, with Hermione returning to school tomorrow.
Which is how Remus found himself in Muggle London, standing on the Granger's from stoop. The wind blew fiercely and it bit at his skin through his cloak. He winced slightly, knowing that his pain now would be nothing compared to how Hermione would respond to his news. A storm was brewing, and not just the rain storm.
Hesitantly, he knocked on the door and waited for a response, secretly hoping that no one would answer. Just moments later, though, Hermione opened the door and Remus was one again blown away by how much she looked like and reminded him of Her. When Hermione saw who opened the door, her mouth opened in surprise.
"Professor Lupin? What can I do for you?"
Remus smiled timidly. "Do you mind if I come in?" Hermione's eyes widened as she realized that she was being rude by not inviting him in, especially with the horrendous weather outside. Hermione stepped off to the side and ushered her old Professor in.
Upon entering the Granger abode, Remus saw Dan and Laura Granger sitting on the couch in the sitting room watching the telly. Dan noticed Remus's arrival first, turning off the telly and standing up. Laura looked at her husband in confusion, having not noticed Remus yet. Following her husband's gaze to their guest, Laura also stood to greet him, a solemn look appearing on her soft features.
"Hello Remus," Dan greeted, holding out his hand. Hermione's brow furrowed, she had never introduced her parents to Professor Lupin, or any of her other teachers for that matter. Remus smiled wearily at Laura, a gesture she returned. After sharing a hesitant look, the three adults sat down, the Grangers on the couch, and Remus on an armchair close to the fireplace.
"Hermione, dear, why don't you come sit down?" Hermione moved to sit in between her mum and dad, waiting for the explanation she was going to demand soon, to start.
"I suspect you're already packed and ready to leave for school tomorrow?"
"Yes, Professor," Hermione said, her brain working in overload, trying to figure out what was going on. "I was actually wondering why you're here, though."
The attentive young woman didn't miss the look the three adults shared. "Well you see, Hermione, your mum and I have some news to tell you."
"What's the matter? Is something wrong?" her mind automatically jumped to the worst possible scenarios, wondering if something had happened to Harry or Ron.
"No, dear. Nothing like that," Laura continued, grabbing her daughter's hand and enfolding it between her own. "I don't really know how to tell you this, but…"
"You're mum and I aren't you real parents, Hermione," Dan finished.
Hermione froze, wondering what kind of sick trick her parents were playing on her. "What are you talking about?" she demanded, pulling her hand away from her mum's. "Of course you're my parents! I'm Hermione Jean Granger, you're my parents, and I'm your daughter!"
Remus cleared his throat, drawing Hermione's attention to him. "Hermione, I'm your father."
This is just a little taste of what's to come, I hope you enjoyed it. I have about the next six or so chapters written and the beginning of the next chapter typed out. I might be able to post the next chapter tomorrow, I'm not quite sure because I have a lot going on this week, but I will try my hardest.