Hermione Granger looked around what was once her home. She sniffed back her tears and grabbed a photo of her and her parents last christmas. Thinking back she never would have thought she would be all on her own. She had Harry and Ron of course, but they didn't know how she was feeling. Harry lost his parents when he was young and Ron still had both of his parents.

She grew up with her parents and losing them so tragically was heartbreaking for her. What was even more heartbreaking was what she last said too them.

*Flashback*

"Hermione dear, I'm so glad you could make it. You're father and I have something to disuss with you" said Mrs. Granger.

Hermione set her purse down and started Walking to the living room she noticed both her dad sitting on the couch, staring down at his hands, looking worried. Sitting down on the opposite couch she looked at her parents. "What was it you wanted to talk about mum?"

Sighing her mother started fiddling her thumbs, not glancing up at Hermione she slowly started talking "Hermione, dear." Pausing and taking a deep breathe she started once more.

" Before you were born honey, when me and your father were just married, my greatgrandmother died. She lived in America and me and my family traveled over to make it too her funeral. Your father couldn't take time off of work so he couldn't come and we ended up staying there alot longer than expected. She left everything too us in her will and we had to pack or sell everything she had in her house. She lived in this little boondocks town, a place where everyone knew each other. Every morning I would go down to the local dinner and get a cup of coffee. That's where I meant him. John Winchester he was in town for buisness and me and him became good friends. Hermione you have to understand, we didn't mean for it too happen. We were drunk and caught up in the moment."

Not liking where the conversation was going Hermione sat up straighter.

"I cheated on your father Hermione. I was so upset with myself I asked my parents if I could fly back too London as soon as possible. I met John at the dinner the night before I left, he explained to me what had happen was a mistake. That he was married and his wife was pregnant. I knew that that was the last time I would see John Winchester so we hugged goodbye and I left for the plane. I came home and told your father immediately, he was angry but was tolerable and told me he wasn't going to leave me. We would work it out. A month late I found out I was pregnant."

Hermione gasped. Her mother couldn't possibly be implying that the man who raised her was most likely not her father. With tears in her eyes she glanced at her dad who remained silent. She also noticed that he had tears in his eyes.

Clearing his throat he looked Hermione in the eyes and said " Me and your mother both realized that John could possibly be your father, I explained to her that I wasn't going to leave her, that I would love you whether you were mine or John's. Hermione me and your mother are explaining this too you because we both want you to have the choice for a paternity test."

Starled Hermione replied with a firm "NO." Getting up quickly and scooting over her dad she sat down next to him and grabbed his hands. "I don't care if this John character is my biological father or not. YOU are my dad. You raised me, you protected me, you taught me. It was YOU who loved me." Staring directly into his eyes, "You are my dad, I don't need a test to tell me otherwise."

Smiling her father wrapped her in a hug and sighed in relief.

Wrapped up in her fathers arms she looked up at her mum. She should be mad at her, she cheated on her father, reguardless if she was drunk or not. But it was a mistake. She smiled at her mum to let her know there was no hard feelings.

*End Flashback*

Hermione stuffed the picture in her purse. She couldn't believe that day was just 2 months ago. She couldn't believe that her parents died 3 weeks ago from a car crash. In a way she felt relieved though, they died such a normal way. And even though she was still upset she couldn't help and feel grateful it was the latter. Despite what she told her father that day, she couldn't help but admit she was a little curious if John was her father or not.

So before they died she did get a paternity test done. It was a week after that she got the results stating that she wasn't the daughter of the man who raised her, but the daughter of a man who she didn't even know. She was on her way to visit her parent to tell them when she got the phone call from the police.

Placing the her keys on the entry table she turned around and walked out. The real estate agent would be there later to pick up the keys. Right now she had a plane to catch. To America, she was going to find this John Winchester. What she was going to do when she did, she had no idea but she just had too do. She may have had lost her parents, but she still had one parent out there.