I Am A Gaunt *Completed!!!!!*

Chapter 4

This chapters dedication goes to thisbishAlex and kmbell92!! Enjoy!

*EDITED*

- Hermione's POV -

Dear Miss. Gaunt,
There is something we must discuss. Floo to the Gaunt Manor at precisely 7 o'clock if you wish for answers.
Howard & Katrina Gaunt.

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I look at the time and it 6:40. I don't have much time to get ready. Should I go? Making a split second decision, would not do me any good. I think about it for a bit then make my decision. Once, in the fireplace, I grab a handful of floo powder and throw it down saying, "Gaunt Manor". Before I know it I am spinning through the fireplace.

Stumbling, a bit on my way out, I have quickly compose myself. "Oh my Katrina, I believe she inherited your clumsiness", I look up and see a middle aged couple standing in front of me. The woman is wearing a red dress, while the man is in a dark tux with green shoes. They both look extremely elegant and here I am in a casual outfit.

Smiling at me and the woman walks over. "Oh, darling. You look so beautiful!", she puts her hands on my arms and inspects me. Wait, a minute.

"Did you say, I inherited her clumsiness?", the woman looks at her husband and they share a look before attempting to walk me to a couch. "What is going on guys? You promised me answers!", I refuse to move from my spot. Fixating them each with what I like to call my Ronald-Weasley-Harry-Potter-Is-In-Trouble glare. Obviously, I have usually only used it on those two, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

"She may have my clumsiness but she also has your temper, Howard!", the lady jokes. I frown, and am about to say something when she sighs and looks at me. "Alliana, please, calm down, and we will explain everything."

Alliana? Like from the package? "My name is Hermione! I am sorry, but I think you have the wrong person. Please stop sending my letter's and please leave me alone!", I start to leave when, the man grabs my arm and forces me to stay. "Excuse me-", I say to him.

"Stop talking!", his stern voice makes me go quiet. "We know, that you go by Hermione, but that is not your real name. Your real name is Alliana Sauveur Gaunt.".

"How is that possible?", I ask them even though, I know exactly how it is true. I am not an idiot. I read the letters. This is just something I refuse to believe. Like nargles.

"When you were a baby,  He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had-", I interrupt them to say that his name is Voldemort. They look at each other and shiver then continue on. "Anyways, He had just lost his power to Mr. Potter", Harry. "To make up for all that had happened, the Ministry decided to hunt down all the deatheaters and follower's of him. I was one of them. Not by choice though. When I was a child my parents had me branded as one. I had no say in the matter", Howard pauses and looks at his wife. I can somewhat tell by their eyes that they are both comforting each other. When he looks back at me, he continues. "We feared for your life. If we denied it, true deatheater's would hunt us. If we admitted it, I would be sent to Azkaban for being one and your mother for "supposedly sympathizing to the dark side". It was no life for you. So, we set out to find a loop hole"

By now we are all sitting down. I had given in once things got sensitive - not that they weren't already. With my hands clenched, I look at them waiting for them to continue.

Katrina is the one who continues. "That is around the time we met the Granger's. They were just your average muggles. Living their life happily. We adored them. Envied them. Loved them like family. They became our loop hole. Howard told them about magic and the war and they agreed to take you in. After that, we faked our death and lived in secret. Our existence forgotten"

Everyone goes silent and I feel tears begin prick my eyes for the millionth time the past two days. My whole life was a lie? I mean, I know I shouldn't believe them! They are strangers after all! Not to mention their relations to the Dark Lord - I mean Voldemort. "There is something else tht you should know.", I look at my supposed birth mother, and listen to her. "The glamour possibly hid, it - which is most likely to have happened, but there is an abnormality about you..." I wait for her to continue and further explain. "Honey, you are a Veela!"

"What?!", I say to her, not quite grasping what she said.

"Well, your grandma - Howard's mother - was a pure Veela and so, was mine. That makes us each a half Veela."

"That's absurd! Me a Veela? I am just the nerdy girl who's best friend happens to be a celebrity! Now, I am also not even a real witch?", they wince a bit and nod. After thinking for a minute, I realize something. "Why are you telling me this like it's a bad thing? I mean I have a reason to not like it. What's yours?", they nod. Oh gosh.

"Well, every Veela has a mate. Whether they are a Veela or not they exist and no matter how much of a Veela that person is", like Fleur and Bill, "That means you have one too...", they both wince at my astonished and horrified look. A mate? Seriously?

"On the bright side, if you already have met then he saw you without the glamour! Once, you became 16 you were able to find them, it's just the glamour that masked it.", I sit there stunned. A mate? Veela? Gaunt? This is so much to take in.

All I ever wanted was one year be normal. To end up living a normal life.

Well, goodbye normal!