Crimes of the Light

Chapter 1: The Letter

A/n: this is my first fanfic so be nice, also italics are thoughts and it will be in Hermione POV unless I change it. Xx

Hermione's PoV:

I was woken up to the sound of my parents fighting, again. I do not know why but ever since I told them about the tournament they have been fighting. This time though, it was early, seven in the morning to be exact. They obviously did not expect me to be up this early as I heard them shouting my name. My parents have always loved me and have never fought before but to hear my name being repeated makes me scared; am I the reason they are fighting?

I know that it is probably wrong, but I wanted to know why they were fighting so I could help fix it. So, after a few minutes of contemplating my life, I slipped out of bed, chucked my dressing gown on and snuck out of my room. I immediately regretted leaving the warmth of my bed as the numbing air, pooling in the hall gave me whiplash. As I crept down the stairs, avoiding the creak in the fifth step, I started to make out what they were saying.

"JEAN, WE NEED TO TELL HER BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!"

"NO, WE CAN'T, SHE'LL HATE US. WHY DON'T WE JUST PULL HER OUT OF THAT STUPID SCHOOL!" Wow thanks mum, nice being insulted by your own mother. I was confused as to what my dad had said though, before what's too late?

I was getting more worried, thoughts swarming my mind. My vision started to cloud as I thought of all the scenario's that it could possibly be they know about the death eater's, they heard that Voldemort was after me and my best friends, to be honest I do not want to know what it is about because it obviously is not anything good. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I realised the shouting had stopped. Shit, they have seen me. I slowly peeled my eyes open, hoping that they would not be towering over my shaking body, which was curled up limply at the bottom of the stairs. But of course, my hopes were soon crushed as my mother's voice cut through the silence.

"Hermione, dear, how much of that did you hear?" She asked softly, the words falling of her tongue like silk. Luckily for them, I had zoned out for most of the argument, so I did not hear much.

"I...I did not hear much, o... only something about telling me something before it is too late." I explained, shaking so much that I was stuttering worse that Quirrell.

My parents face seemed to relax a lot at my words, even though they still had a glimmer of worry shining across their eyes. My father promptly pulled me into a hug and whispering things like 'I'm so sorry' and 'we're such horrible parents for fighting'.

All in all, I think we were all upset, though it was evident that we were worried about different things. Still being held in my parents comforting embrace I whispered,
"Why were you fighting about me?" My voice still shaking, though less than before. I could read my parents faces like a book, both of their faces contorting into a half grimace, half sympathetic smile. This look was foreign but the glossy sheen that covered their eyes told me all else I needed to know; they were worried.

But before anyone could reply, the sound of sharp tapping echoed from the kitchen to where we were sat. I carefully slid out of my parents' arms and ventured into the kitchen expecting to see the snowy white feathers of Hedwig but was instead met by the ink black feathers of a ministry owl. I quickly looked between my parents -who had also entered the kitchen- and the owl, knowing looks painted across their faces. I let my eyes linger on my parents for a moment longer before turning back around to face the owl. Reaching a shaky hand towards the beautiful bird, grasping tightly onto the letter, I ripped open the seal before reading it aloud.

'Dear Miss Granger,
It is with greatest regrets that I must inform you that you are in fact adopted. Now I imagine you are confused as to why this is important information at this time, but it was recently discovered that you were kidnapped from your birth parents because they are extremely dangerous people, though we don't know who took you. With the recent attack at the Quidditch World Cup, we believed it would be best if you were informed of this information to prevent putting you nor your parents in harm's way. Unfortunately, I am not allowed to reveal the identity of your parents because that would put your life in danger if You-Know-Who was to rise again. In addition, if any more death eater attacks occur, we will be sending an auror/ministry guard to escort you everywhere. I implore that you be careful and NEVER walk alone, especially at night.
Yours truly, Minster Fudge.'

Mouths agape, tears falling like warm waterfalls, we pulled each other into another tight embrace. And for the second time today we were crying in each other's arms. What will Harry and Ron say? Harry and Ron. I had completely forgotten about how they would react. Almost as if I was on autopilot, I untangled my arms from around them planting a kiss on their foreheads before running upstairs to my room to write to my friends.

'Dear the Weasley's & Harry,
I just got an owl from the minister saying I was adopted and that my birth parents are dangerous people, and I don't know what to do, please don't be mad at me. I was also wondering if it would be okay to meet up at some point so I can forget about what I just found out and to get away from my parents; their still distraught I found them arguing about me. I hope you're having a nice Christmas and I'm sorry to intrude but I would be so grateful if I could we could meet up. Thanks again.
Love, Mione xx'

I let Nyx -my owl- out of her cage and tied the letter to her leg, giving her a treat before sending her to the Burrow. I collapsed onto my bed and cried until it was easier to just let myself be swallowed by the welcoming darkness.

A/n: Okay, so I know that Hermione doesn't have an owl but she needed one for this to work so yeah lol.

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