133AN: Hello guys! This is my new story. i am so so so so so so so sorry to those who were reading one life to another. I have decided to stop writing that story as i have fallen out of love with it and no longer enjoy writing it. every time i go to add to it my mind goes blank and i just can't write anything :'(
Anyway this is my new story and hopefully i can finish it. i hope you like it!
Disclaimer: i do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. all credit goes to the amazing J.K. Rowling. all i own is the plot.
Enjoy
I am Hermione Granger. For my whole life I have been living a lie. Only 4 other people knew of my true identity. But now. As the Dark Lord has been defeated. I can finally come out of the shadows and be my fathers true daughter. Please stick around and find out how I am, the Half Blood Princess.
I will start from when I just turned 11 the day I got my Hogwarts letter. I will tell the story as my 11 year old self. But every now and then you will get me, the Hermione who will be starting her 7th year making her own input.
19th September 1990
"Oi you little brat! Wake up and get out of bed." I groaned. That was the ever so charming voice of my step father John Granger. He hated me. Mainly because of who I am and who my real father is. He abuses me. Makes me do all the chores in the house. And my mother just sits there and watches. She never really liked me either. Told me I always reminded her of my father. I don't see how though. I look nothing like my father apart from having straight hair. Every other aspects of my looks came from my mother.
Mum and Dad were never together. They met in a pub, one drunken night and I was born. My father wanted to be there for me. But my mother would not allow it. I only got to see my dad in the summer holidays because that was the only time my mother would let me see him. Plus my dad was a teacher, at the very same school I will be attending next year.
Today is my birthday. Not that Mum and John would care. I am turning 11. The age that all Witches and Wizards get their Hogwarts letters. Much to mothers annoyance. She has tried so hard to squash the magic out of me. But what she didn't know was that every summer that I got to see my dad. He would teach me all he could about magic. And so I knew that I was a Witch. Even though we had to make sure I came up as a Muggle Born on the Hogwarts files.
I have been preparing my whole life to become Hermione Granger the Muggle Born witch due to my father being who he is. If anyone knew he had a daughter, a weakness. They would be after me, trying to kill me. So I have to have Johns last name. Instead of my real one. Mother prefers it that way anyway. She wants people to think that we are a happy family and that I am really her husbands daughter. Ha. Like that idiot would ever be my father. They even make me call him dad. To my utter distaste.
"Coming Dad!" I shout as I slide out of bed. There is a peck on my window and I smile to see my fathers owl as well as a Hogwarts owl. I rush to the window and open it, letting the birds in. I head straight to my fathers owl and untied the letter and the parcel. I then went to the second owl and freed it from its letter as well. I searched in my draw for my hidden owl treats and gave both birds some. The Hogwarts owl flew off straight away but my fathers owl stayed. I guessed it was waiting for a reply.
I tore open my fathers letter and it read:
My Dearest Hermione
Happy Birthday my sweet little princess.
I have been missing you so much. I wish this year will go by quickly then I will be able to see you everyday. I hope the muggles aren't causing you too much trouble. In the parcel is your present. It is a diary, you will be able to use it to communicate with me, there is also a second one in there for you to talk to Dragon as well. I thought it would be easier than owl post. I will be giving Dragon his on his birthday. That way you two can talk without others knowing.
I have also left you some money. Just in case the muggles force you to leave. Go to the Leakey Cauldron. The bar keeper Tom will give you a room there. If you do need to leave, write me a message and I will talk to Dumbledore.
I have to go now my princess. I hope you have a lovely birthday. See you soon.
Love Daddy.
I smiled at the letter, then turned to the parcel and unwrapped it. Inside there were 2 diaries. One labelled Dad and the other labelled Dragon. I pulled the one that was labelled dad towards be and grabbed a pen
Hello Daddy!
I thought I would try out the book instead of writing a letter. Thank you so much for the two books. I will treasure them. I have a feeling something big will happen today so I may be leaving sooner than expected.
Thank you for getting Dragon one as well. I really appreciate it. I miss talking to him.
Thank you again.
Missing you.
Love Mi
I closed the book and turned to Dads owl. "You may go now Smudge. I sent dad a letter a different way" I gave the bird a stroke and it flew out of my window. The owl is not actually called smudge. Its just the name that I gave it.
I sighed and got up and dressed then I made my way downstairs.
"Took you bloody long enough! You good for nothing brat! Now start my breakfast!" growled John. I glared at him. Just as I thought. The idiots don't care. If I had the guts to, I would run away now. But I can't. Its too early on in the year, I wont have enough to stay at the Leakey Cauldron until the summer. No matter how much I wish I could.
I gritted my teeth and started to cook Johns breakfast. Once it was ready I plated it up for him and mother and took an apple for myself.
"I'm going out. I will be before tea." I said and before they could argue about my actions I grabbed my bag and headed out the door.
I got on a bus and headed out into London. Once I got to London I made my way to Hyde Park and sat underneath one of the big trees reading a book. (Future Hermione: I know what you're thinking. An 11 year old going to London by herself. What? But don't worry. I was smart for my age, I knew where to go and what to do. I was fine)
"Trust you to be reading a book on your birthday" came the voice of my best friend. I looked up into his grey eyes and smiled.