The Truth.

Chapter 9-Parents

This chapter will give a slight background on Hermione's parents. 

Bella knew I wanted to do this on my own and for her safety even though we both knew that I would never hurt her, I still didn't want to risk it despite knowing that she could defend herself fine. I had been sat here, staring at the pensive, for nearly an hour. I was ecstatic that I now had something other than my parent's death to remember but a part of me was terrified of what I might find. I took a deep breath and released it to try and relax myself. Before I could change my mind again, I poured the vile into the pensive and dunked my head into the cold water.

I watched as a redhaired green eyed woman fire a gun then sent a reducto towards her second attacker when her gun ran out of bullets. All three attackers were dead in seconds and I stared in awe at the woman who was my mother. Her gaze was cold as she scanned the area. I couldn't help but think if my gaze was as cold as hers. I was broken out of my thoughts when my mother sent another spell that seemed like a crucio, but I could tell was different as the man was soon killed. She had made her own version of a crucio. I knew that this was only a small portion of what my mother could do. I was saddened by the thought as I know I would never be taught by my mother. I heard a radio go off somewhere and she responded in Russian. "Moving towards target." She moved forward and entered another room. My mother was an assassin in the muggle world. And a good one.

The memory changed and I was stood above what looked like a fighting ring. A man stood in the centre, the crowd roaring all around him. The man was bloody, and he was grinning. His grey eyes were cold, and his brown hair was spike up. His six-foot broad frame was intimidating. I watched in awe as he fought flawlessly and with so much aggression. All while grinning. This was my father. I smiled sadly as I knew he would be a gentle giant with those he loved.

It shifted again and I got to see how my parents met and I couldn't help but laugh as the memory played out. My father was taunting my mother as he was her target. My father moved quickly for a man his size, but my mother was faster and soon caught up with him. She apparated in front of him and their eyes connected. I watched his shocked face morph into happiness and then settled on adoration. I watched my mothers gaze go from hard and cold to pure adoration. They were mates. Though neither were wolves, their souls recognized one another because they were soulmates, which was rare. But I watched as my mother's gaze turn conflicted and my father tried to soothe her worry by saying, "I know you were sent to kill me. So, if you wish too then do, but please let me help you." But she ran. My father sighed and said "Why does she have to run? I hate running. And why do I feel like she going to make me run after her a lot from now on?" I watched with a smile as my father ran after my mother.

My father chased after my mother for months and my mother only stopped when she knew he was not giving up. I could tell my mother was getting annoyed though they had both turned it into a game. When they finally stopped chasing one another, it still took another month or so for them to trust one another thanks to what they had been through, but I watched in fascination as they seamlessly clicked together since their souls recognised one another. It was beautiful to watch, and I suppose this was how me and Bella are. They grew closer everyday and years later they got married and it was a stunning but short ceremony.

The scene changed and my eyes filled with tears as I watched them coo at a baby with dark red hair and stunning grey eyes that I soon realised was me. Both my parents had smiles on their faces and filled with love as they gazed down at me. My father whispered with a wide grin, "Welcome to the family Hermione Romanoff. You are going to be a strong, I can tell already. You have many great things ahead of you, and I am excited to watch you grow and develop." My mother had been smiling at my father as he spoke to me and then rolled her eyes as he said the last part and said "Darren, she's barely two hours old!" He just chuckled and said, "I know my love, but I am excited to teach her everything we know." My mother smiled and replied, "As am I." They both looked down at me with adoration and love in their eyes. Tears streamed down my face as they never got that chance.

The world around me blurred and came into focus and I wish it hadn't. My father was hanging, bound by magic, from the ceiling, bleeding heavily. My eyes widened in horror as his aggressors cut him more, but he just laughed. Dumbledore appeared form the shadows and said, "Such a pity you joined the dark side Darren." My father laughed and replied with "Dark side? There is no sides Albus. I think you should look at your own side, or at least yourself. At least Tom wants a world of peace, whereas you want control." Dumbledore just scowled at him and then said, "I have pans in place now Darren, and you and your wife would ruin it. You daughter will help bring these plans into motion." Darren growled out in a rage and shouted out, "DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH EITHER OF THEM!" Dumbledore just smiled smugly and said, "Oh, I'm already heading their now." My father screamed in a rage as Dumbledore lifted his wand. "Goodbye old friend." My father spat in his face and shouted out, "YOU WILL GET WHATS COMING TO YOU ALBUS!" I covered my mouth in horror as Dumbledore's Avada Kedava struck my father. His grey eyes turned lifeless and the memory went black.

The next memory flashed forward. My mother was rocking me side to side, and she placed me gently down into my cot. She was singing a lullaby in Russian. It was beautiful. She exited my room and entered into the room and as much as I wanted to shout and stop her, this was a memory so it would be pointless despite me wanting to. Tears of frustration ran down my face as I watched my mother yell out in pain, clutching her chest. I watched helplessly as her own green eyes filled with so much sorrow and pain as she felt her soulmate die. A sob broke free from her lips and I then saw rage overtake that sorrow and her body trembled, but she was soon overcome with grief again as the pain from losing the other part of her soul being too painful. I watched again as the life drained from her eyes as Dumbledore killed my mother because he managed to catch her off guard, when she had started to mourn my father. The memory went black.

I fell to my knees, overcome with sorrow and cried for what I had lost. Even though I was thankful for the Grangers for raising me and loving me as much as I loved them, the fact that I had been part of a plan from the start of my birth and my birth parents ripped away from me form the start was devastating. My body shook as I was overwhelmed with sadness and pain. My parent's happy faces flashed through my mind as they stared down at me. I was filled with rage and anger as Dumbledore's smug smile flashed through my mind when he killed my parent. My vision warped and bloodlust filled my body, sending my human side into the back of my mind as the bloodlust took over and I was helpless to stop it. The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes was Bella's worried face then nothing. My Alpha side had taken over completely and I was not in control for the first time.

UPDATED 27/03/20

This is longer chapter but I hope you enjoyed regardless. 

Also, I hope everyone is doing well as they can be while this coronavirus is going around. I am currently on lockdown, so I will have more time to publish, positive in everything I suppose, but I wish everyone to remain as safe as they can!