Sploosh.
Malfoy sits bolt up right.
"Hermione Gemina Catherine Bea Nyx Athena Riddle!"
"Yes?" I say, feigning innocence.
I've been waking him up this way all week.
"Wake me up like this again tomorrow and I'll-"
"I won't be here tomorrow."
"What?"
"I'm going to GP today." Since I am physically unable to say Grimuald Place, I left it simply at GP.
He looked at me weirdly.
"What?"
"No, it's just... you look like Granger again."
I nod. I had father restore the glamour as to not freak out my friends.
I walk back to my room, which just so happens to be next door and put on a pair of black jeans, a red crop top and the same black flip flops from my first day in the Manor.
I walk downstairs, my trunk shrunken in my pocket. I see my father waiting for me at the fireplace.
"Hi daddy."
"Hey baby."
"How are you doing?"
"I'm fine Hermione. I'll see you at Christmas break right?"
I nod.
He hugs me. I talked everyone at the Manor into muggle clothes, as they make it easier to walk around and complete mundane tasks.
I hug him back.
"Then can I get a tattoo?"
He shakes his head. I've been begging to get a tattoo all week.
"F***."
I let go and step into the fire and grab a handful of the powder.
As instructed, I think 12 Grimuald Place.
Green.
"-t's because we killed her parents. Hermione hates us!" I hear Mrs. Weasley scream.
My eyes widen.
The order killed my parents.
Not my parents.
But they still killed them.
Mrs. Weasley saw me.
"Oh Merlin. How much did you hear?" She rushes out.
"Enough to know I don't want to stay here for the remainder of the summer. Murderers."
"No! Hermione they were under the Imperius Curse! He Who Must Not Be Named sent his followers after them!"
If the past week had not happened, I would have believed her.
But I knew better.
They killed them.
"Oh." I said, faking belief.
"Can I stay somewhere else still. I just need some time to process this. My friend was with me when I found out. I think I'm going to stay with her. She's been my best friend of the muggle world since I was four. She knows about magic too, she's a squib actually. Her name is Kiera. I'm going to stay there."
I grab powder and as I say "4C 556 Greenhouse Road!", green engulfs me.
I stand in the fireplace of my apartment with Kiera. I see her on the couch, her eyes bulging.
"Okay, Kiera don't freak out."
"Where were you?"
"I went to see my father. You know I'm adopted but my real father reached out to me. I just got to the Weasley's and I found out they killed my parents. They told me that my real father tortured them so they had too. I knew they were lying but pretended to believe them and told them I needed some space and that I was staying with a friend. I'm going back to my fathers. Okay?"
"Fine."
"Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you"
I hug her and I walk to a near by Wizarding restaurant.
"May I borrow the floo?
