The Ties That Bind

Hermione Granger sat at her desk looking out onto the small patch of grass just outside her new bedroom window. Feeling slightly sad from the sad state of the yard, she turned from the window to examine the small space that was now her bedroom. It was one of the only two rooms in the small flat that her father had just leased in Wiltshire. She hated the small place that was now her only home, but she knew it was all her father could afford after the disastrous divorce that had only been finalized the week before.

“ ‘Mione!” called her father, “Sweetie can you come in here & help me unpack all these boxes?”

Hermione, wand in hand, stood and made her way to the living room and immediately began casting moving and cleaning spells. Within a matter of minutes the entire room was unpacked and thoughtfully decorated. Just as Hermione turned to leave to start unpacking her own room, Mr. Granger reappeared with a look of pure astonishment on his face.

“My gods Hermione. I forgot you could use your magic now.” Her father exclaimed “This looks absolutely amazing, can you do mine as well my dearest?”

“Daddy honesty, your hopeless” Hermione laughed as she gave up on unpacking her own things just yet.

Mr. Granger leaned over and kissed her daughter on the head in thanks before leaving the room once more. Hermione walked to the next room to cast the spells again before finally unpacking her own room and going to bed.

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The next morning Hermione was awoken by her father knocking at her bedroom door. Hermione hurriedly put on her terry cotton robe and opened the door to beckon her father in.

“Hermione dear I’m sorry to wake you but I’ve been needing to tell you something for a long time now and I don’t think I can keep it in any longer. I know you’ll be upset with me but its something I need to get off my chest. You see its about your birth.”

Hermione looked at worriedly at her father. “What about my birth, Daddy?”

Mr. Granger motioned for her to sit down next to him on the bed. “ ‘Mione, dear, you aren’t actually a muggle-born. You’re really a pure-blood witch. I’m so sorry baby, but you’re eighteen now and I thought you deserved to know the truth. Jane didn’t want you to ever know but I just didn’t feel right keeping it from you.”

“Why would mum not want me to know? What difference would it make? Wait does that mean that you and mum can do magic? But wait, then how would that make me a pure-blood? I’m so confused about all this. I-” Hermione stopped when her father signaled with his hand.

“No Hermione, we can not. I can’t because I’m a squib and Jane can’t because she not your maternal mother. You see honey, when your mum and I were married she decided that she never wanted to have children because she didn’t want a baby interfering with her career goals. I was devastated by that fact and told her that if I had known before hand I never would have asked for her hand in marriage. So that night I packed a bag and I left and decided I was going to go get myself drunk. that’s when I met Anne, your maternal mother. I stayed with her for a month but then out of the blue she told me that she couldn’t risk having me around because her father had found out I was squib. And in the eyes of her father, a squib was worth than a common goblin. So having no where else to go, I went back to Jane. And nine months later, you were born and Anne died a short time later from complications. Jane and I found out that I was your biological father shortly after. After the paternity test came back positive, Jane wanted a divorce. I begged her to stay with me until you were eighteen because I knew I couldn‘t raise you on my own and I was damn sure that no child of mine would end up an orphan.”

At her father’s words, Hermione Granger, felt the world she knew begin to fall down all around her. She fought back tears as she finally knew why Jane Granger, the women she had called her mother for eighteen years, had always been so distant with her.

“So that’s why right after my birthday she asked for the divorce?” Hermione whispered, speaking just loud enough to be audible. “How could you keep this from me?” Hermione suddenly screamed, making her father jump from the sudden noise.

How could they? Hermione began to think to herself as her father began to cry into his hands. Who is my real mother? Is her family still alive? Do they know I exist, or who I am? All these thought filled Hermione’s mind to the brink of overkill. She was so lost in it all that she didn’t even notice her father leave the room and soon re-enter with a small box.

Hermione was suddenly pulled out of her rambling when Mr. Granger placed a brown shoe box in her lap and stood to leave the room once again. She looked down at the mysterious box for a long time before finally opening it to discover what the box contained.

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The contents of the box were scarce and had been faded with time. Hermione turned the box in her hands watching as the contents slide from one side to the other, before finally placing a shaking hand inside. The first thing that caught her attention was a moving picture of a young women a few years older than she with long wild brown hair, just like her own. She wondered if this young women, who at the moment blowing kisses to whom ever was taking the picture, could possibly be her birth mother. Her wonderings were confirmed when man walked into the photograph and began to kiss the women sweetly. Hermione gasped realizing at once that the man was a young Richard Granger, her father. Mr. Granger looked a great deal happier in this picture than in any other that Hermione could recall. Tears began to well up in Hermione’s eyes as she saw the two begin to dance around the yard they were standing in, laughing as they did so.

Hermione placed the photo back into the box, feeling more calm now, she began to rummage through the rest of box’s contents. She soon found more photographs, mainly of her parents and a few of her mother and herself, shortly after she was born. On that particular photo, Hermione gazed at it for quite some time without realizing. When she finally put it back into the box, her eye caught an envelope addressed to her father. Hermione opened it to find it was from her mother’s mother.


Dear Mr. Granger,

I writing to inform you that my daughter, Druella Anne Rosier Spinks, passed away September 19th of this year, 1979, soon after giving birth to YOUR child. Druella died from complications a few hours after her baby was born. She knew before hand that she would probably not make it through the night so she sent me an owl informing me of all her last wishes. One of which was to inform you of the child, your daughter. Secondly for the child to be given the name Hermione Anne. I myself do not approve of this name, I will have you know sir. The girl is in my charge at the time being until you, her father, can claim her by way of blood. I myself cannot keep the child long term because I am too old to have a screaming baby in my house hold. That is why last week I asked Narcissa Malfoy to care for the child until her father is ready for her. The Lady Malfoy was under standing of my situation and took the child in being as my Druella was a dear friend of the Malfoys and also being that Narcissa has a child around the same age as the girl and had enough milk to feed the child. Mr. Granger I do hope that you will live up to your responsibilities after reading this letter and reply promptly, for I am a busy women and can not waste my time with foolishness.

Sincerely,
The Lady Spinks


Hermione re-read the letter five times before finally putting it back in its envelope. what a cold women! She thought to herself, to treat me like a piece of garbage like that, and to leave me with the Malfoys! My God, I hope that’s not genetic. She was a friend of the Malfoys? Well that must mean that my mother was pure-blood, defiantly a pure-blood. Oh I hope there’s not hidden betrothal to Malfoy and I hiding somewhere. Hermione laughed out loud to the point of choking at the last thought. She smiled as she remembered from the letter that it had been her birth mother that had given her the name ‘Hermione’ along with the middle name ‘Anne’, same as she.

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AUTHOR NOTE:
okay so thats my first chapter! good? bad? tell me what you think?
next chap opens with draco (don't know 4 sure yet if its going to be mostly about him, like this one was about hermione) keep reading!