Love and Lust- Dramione (Potter Twins)

Heartbroken

Hermione's POV

I sat on the living room sofa thinking about the events of the past months. After the war, I went to Australia in search of my parents to restore their memories. But they had died. After all I did to protect them from the war, they had died in a car crash! I felt hot, prickly tears well up in my eyes.

*Flashback*

"Hello! I'm Hermione Granger. I'm looking for a certain Monica & Wendell Hallow."

"Oh! Hello dear! I'm their neighbor Penelope! I'm truly sorry to inform you that they have passed away about a month ago...... Are- Are you okay dear?"

"I'm sorry. I have to go."

I didn't know what to do anymore. I just turned and ran so I could apparate back home.

*End of Flashback*

I was crying by now. I was on my own with only Crookshanks to keep me company. I was so exhausted and tired of doing nothing, so I decided to clear out my parents' dusty attic. I took a dusting rag and my trusty wand before trudging upstairs to the attic. After about an hour of dusting and casting preserving spells, I had made it to the last, oldest and dustiest box.

The box had pictures from when my parents had started dating, their first date, the proposals,

pictures of a tiny me, and so much more. This put a teensy smile onto my face. But what really caught my attention was a piece of paper. No! Parchment! It looked like someone was in a hurry to write it. It was also in a really messy handwriting.

It was addressed to my parents! I could have just been an old school friend or something, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from it. Maybe, I should read it because it is old, and it wouldn't matter anyway. I began-

Dear mister and miss,

I am Peter Pettigrew, and this young girl is Isabelle Rosalline Potter, daughter of Lily Potter nee Evans and James Potter. She is now an orphan. I do hope you can take care of her as I, her father's friend am unable to do so. You can rename her if you wish to do so. This information is to remain anonymous or else there will be consequences. 

Yours gratefully,

Peter Pettigrew.

I couldn't believe my eyes! This can't be true, can it? This would mean I'm not a mudblood and I'm Harry Potter's sister! I must tell Harry. I need to do some research! I made up my mind- I'm going to the burrow.

I checked my watch, and it was 11 at night. Better late than never. I cast several protection charms, locked my house and apparated to the Burrow.