Her Life

Her life

a/n hey guys, yes I know, I've started once again a fanfic and I really hope I will keep up with this one. I was working today and a lot of ideas were bubbling in my mind. But I couldn't write them down, I wish I had a notebook on me, but since I was working I couldn't do that.

Summary: Hermione has been leading a secret life. She is not was she appears to be. She decided to let her true colours shine when she goes back to Hogwarts. And with that she confronts a lot of people.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the plot. And the After Forever song belongs to; you guessed it, After forever.

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Chapter 1

Hermione was sitting in her room; She couldn't wait to get back to the wizarding world. She knew things would change, and she anticipated those things.

Hermione didn't look anything like 'her' self. If you could call it herself. No, Hermione WAS different. She had long black hair; it wasn't bushy like normal, no it straight. Even her eyes were different, they were no longer their normal brown colour, no they were green and very bright. Her clothes weren't colourful anymore, they were black. She now wore a very pretty gothic dress (a/n it's hard for me to describe, so here's a link to the dress LINK. I'm gonna buy that dress once I get my money from my summer job, I'm totally in love with it). She actually was a Goth, but she had to hide her identity for years, but now she was sick of it.

She stood up and left her book on the table next to her couch.

I can't stand the silence I here, it's deafening (a/n italics mean that she is thinking something) , The black-haired woman walked over to her stereo and put an After forever CD in it. Once the song started, she started head banging with the beat of the song and of course she couldn't help but sing along.

The ordeal has begun
To oblige the unknown, within me

As I drown
Cannot remember, cannot think
As I sink, deep...

Near the monolith of doubt creeps the fear
The fear to lose yourself
In the severe reflection

I don't know
A flashing moment that has frozen me
My whole existence passed by
Through the trusted eyes of a mirror
But it wasn't me I could see

This monolith of everything that I have been
Is vacillated and aghast
The inexorable time has taught me once again
That my features will change and macerate me

See, it's me, my monolith of doubt

(a/n wanna hear the song? Okay, it's a preview of about 30 seconds. You can download it HERE. Just click on the title)

"Hermione, turn your music down, this is getting ridiculous, what is happening to you?" And there her mother was again, every time Hermione put her music on, her mother started yelling and actually telling her every time the same thing. Even her mother didn't know the true identity of Hermione, what was she talking about, she wasn't even her real mother. Yeah Hermione was adopted. She had knows this for years, but never told anyone about this.

"Mum, nothing happened to me, I just grew up! Just leave me alone!" Hermione was getting tired of this. I don't even like them for god sake, why do I live here?!?! The green-eyed witch hated her so-called parents, since she found out that she was a witch. Everything that went wrong in the world was blamed on her. Although they never showed it in public, they hated wizard kind. The first thing Hermione was going to do when she was at Hogwarts was looking up her birth parents, anything was better than this life.

A faint tapping was heard on the window, She turned her head and saw a gorgeous black owl hovering in front of it. She quickly opened her window, took the letter of the owls leg. She gave the owl some food and sat back down on the couch. Curiously looking at the letter. Her name was elegantly written on the front of it in gold letters.

She just opened the letter and read it with her eyes widening at every word she read.

My dear Hermione, or should I call you daughter,

I know what you must be thinking, why only now write a letter. Well, It is because it was now safe to write you this. As I understand, you are now of legal wizarding age. Although you are still attending Hogwarts. I assume you know that you are adopted.

That's the understatement of the year she thought, but read on.

If you don't, SURPRISE! You're adopted. You are a pureblooded witch. I can't tell you much more, because I am afraid that if they knew who you are that you would no longer be safe, I would never forgive myself if something happens to you because this letter was intercepted. So I suggest you this, please meet me before you leave for Hogwarts. Go to the corner of your street tonight at 12 o'clock. In the gutter you will find an old pincushion. It's a portkey and will take you directly to me. Please send a reply with Hamlet, that's the owl. I hope I will get to see you tonight, it's been far to long, my dear daughter.

Sincerely yours,

Your father.

Is this for real? I get to leave this hellhole? Hermione grabbed her quill and wrote that she would be delighted to meet him. She tied the parchment to the leg of Hamlet and it set of into the summer air.

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It was 11.50 and she headed towards her door, but quickly turned around. She knew she couldn't leave that way her 'parents' would find out and guard her so she couldn't leave. Hermione snapped her head back up, almost as there was a bright light bulb hovering over her head.

I am so stupid! I'm a witch for god sake, I can just apparate there. So with one pop she was standing on the corner of her street. And as told in the letter, there laid a pincushion in the gutter. Hermione picked it up and immediately felt the familiar tug behind her navel. She kept her eyes closed because she knew that otherwise her lunch would be out of her in mere seconds.

After a racing trip she felt her feet land on the ground and for the first time she didn't fall. She looked around trying to see something familiar, but found nothing.

"And here she is, my beautiful daughter!" A voice spoke suddenly from behind her. She turned around a found herself face to face with green piercing eyes. All she could do was gasp.

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