Hermione... Malfoy?!

The Discovery

In July of 1998 Hermione Granger found a note that will change her life forever.

Disclaimer:  I am not JK Rowling so I do not own Harry Potter or any other properties belonging to her. This is true for the entirety of the Fanfic.

Hermione P.O.V

I opened my eyes slowly adjusting to the bright sunlight shining in through the window. I checked my bedside clock and saw the time to be 7 am. I sat up and swung my feet over the bed. I stretched feeling my back loosen up before slipping my feet into my slippers. I shuffled over to the restroom and began my morning routine. First I brushed my hair, and then my teeth. Just as I had done everyday. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. 

I turned and looked out at my flat. It was small, the best I could afford working at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. It was just for the summer until I went back to Hogwarts for my 7th year. I didn't really want to live with my parents again after everything that had happened but I didn't really want to live with the boys either. Harry and Ron had moved in permanently to Number 12. No, I needed to live on my own for a little while. 

I walked over to the kitchen to prepare myself some breakfast when I heard a knock at the window. I wondered if the boys had sent me an owl. It must have been urgent since we were scheduled to meet up later that day. I walked over to the window and let the owl in. I fed it some of the owl treats I kept on a table by the window. It seemed to be an old owl by the looks of it and the letter it carried seemed even older. It couldn't have been from Ron or Harry that was for sure. The wax seal looked familiar but I couldn't place where I had seen it. I carefully opened the envelope, removed the letter, and read.

Dear daughter,

Just this very night I had to give you up. It pained me to have to do it but with the Dark Lord searching for magical twins it was just too dangerous. If I had kept you then he certainly would have taken you and your brother for whatever plan he has. I might be a Dark Witch but that doesn't mean I condone genocide. I have no idea who you might be or where you might have ended up but if you are reading this then the Dark Lord is dead. You can finally come home. Please come home sweet daughter your mother and brother will be waiting for you. Your father I fear is far more loyal to the Dark Lord than to his family and so I did not tell him of your birth. He will likely be in Azkaban after this war is over. 

There are two items in the envelope that if you choose to return to us will aid you in doing so. A magic reversal stone and a Portkey. The stone will allow you to return to your true form and is the only way to do so. This helped the glamour go undetected by many revealing spells. The Portkey will bring you to our ancestral home in France where I will likely remain after the war. Whatever you decide to do sweet daughter the choice is up to you.

Love,

Mum