I had spent the summer before her fifth year with her friend in their shared apartment.

Normally two teenage girls shouldn't be able to rent out an apartment but they had gotten a lot of inheritance from their parents.

You see Kiera and I both been hanging out when they heard their parents scream. They ran down the stairs and found four corpses on the floor, no trace of death.

I knew it was magic.

I didn't tell my friends and kept herself happy in letters. I was supposed to go 12 Grimuald Place the next day and I had recently told Kiera about magic.

Kiera and I were watching a movie when a black owl swooped to the window.

I didn't recognize the owl but let t in anyway. The owl landed on the table and dropped the letter. I gave it a treat and the owl flew off.

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Dear Hermione,
As you know you were adopted by the Grangers. I heard they passed and am deeply sorry for your loss but I think it is time I revealed myself to you. I am your father. I would like to meet you. I am currently staying in Malfoy Manor. You may be asking why and that would be so I am not found by the ministry. You were given to the Grangers when you were five because Dumbledire was going to kidnap you and give you to Minerva McGonnagal . We heard of his plans and found a viable muggle couple and altered your appearance. The glamour charm will most likely wear off soon as it cannot be held for more than 10 years. You should be aware. Your mother was Gemina Yaxley. She gave me an heir and we were close but not truly lovers. However, when you were three her former lover killed her out of jealousy. I wish for you to join me here for a week before you join the Weasley family, whom I know are your friends. You are actually Hermione Gemina Catherine Bea Nyx Athena Riddle, heir to Slytherin, and son of the Dark Lord. I know this will come as a shock but for proof I enclosed a picture of you and your mother.

From,
Tom Riddle (Dad)
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It was true. I couldn't deny it. I had known she was adopted but she never thought her father would be Tom f****** Riddle. This is insane!

I could feel herself shaking. I pinched herself to make sure that this wasn't just a nightmare. I told Kiera goodnight and went to her room. I put on a pair of custom red and gold flannel pajama pants and a grey hoodie.

However unlike usual her pants ended at mid-calf instead of her ankle and the sleeves ran short. I went to look in the mirror and saw her reflection.

My unruly bush of brown hair had been tamed into soft black curls that ended at my a**. My lightly tanned skin turned to a shade of light mocha. The beautiful caramel eyes that I once held has morphed to a pointed emerald green and my body was taller, thinner, and more developed. my modest B-cup was adjusted to a sizable D-cup and the shape of my  body turned from pear to hourglass.

I was model worthy. If I hadn't gotten that letter earlier I would have screamed. Instead she smiled.
I grabbed the trunk I had ready for tomorrow and told Kiera I was going to see the Weasley's early. Instead, I found the closest wizard establishment and flooed to Malfoy Manor.

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The Manor was big but she had seen it before in reports and pictures from the Prophet. A house elf had squeaked upon my arrival and I immediately decided to call her "Squeaky".

"Hello there. I would like for you to inform the Malfoy's and Mr. Riddle that Ms. Riddle has arrived. You, please take this to where I will be staying."

I ordered around the house elves because I had realized that the elves loved what they were doing. If I found an unhappy elf, I would set him or her free.
There was a pop sound and Lucius Malfoy appeared before me.

"Lucius." I said with confidence.

"Might I ask whom you may be?" He asked, slightly annoyed.

I clicked my tongue. "Is that anyway to speak to the Dark Lord's daughter?" She asked him.

His eyes went wide. He bowed and began to show me to a study room.

When we arrived at the mahogany three paneled door, Lucius opened it with a creak.

He stepped in first and bowed. I realized that I was standing outside the room of my father.

"My lord, your guest has arrived."

He must have done a sort of hand gesture because Lucius looked at me in a way that told mer= to walk in.

I opened the door wider and walked through with her shoulders high and her chest puffed out.

My father's voice cracked. You could hear he was close to tears. Like he had lost a child and found her again. Because that was the situation.

"Hermione?"