Disclaimer – I only own the plot, the rest belongs to JKR.

A/N – Finally I can post this story up. This story is prewritten and it took me about two months to write and I'm finally finished. Yay! If you don't like SSHG then I suggest you leave because this story is mainly SSHG. When you're done reading this chapter please review. If you want to flame me cuz my story sucks go ahead, I don't really care. If you have any suggestions for the story post them in your review and if I can, I'll add them to the story.

Chapter 1 – The Truth is Out

"Hermione, can you come down for a second?" asked Anne Granger, Hermione's mother.

"Coming," replied Hermione.

Hermione Granger is not a normal person. She is a muggle-born with who attends Hogwarts, a school for young witches and wizards. Here two best friends are Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, and Ron Weasley.

Over the summer, Hermione matured a lot. She grew taller and is now 5'6". She finally found something to tame her bushy hair and she grew curves in all the right places.

"What is it mom?" asked Hermione when she reached the living room to where her mother was sitting on the couch.

"Sit down honey," Ann Granger said gently.

Hermione sat down on the couch and looked at her curiously.

"This may come as a shock to you, but I can't keep it a secret any longer," she hesitated for a moment then continued, "when you were two months old, me and your father adopted you from a muggle orphanage. We didn't know you were a witch until you got your Hogwarts letter. Yesterday, we got a letter from your parents and they said that they would want you to go live with them."

Hermione sat there silent the whole time her mother, not adopted mother was talking. She was shocked that she was adopted and her parents didn't even bother to tell her until now.

"How come dad isn't here?" she asked her adopted mother after a long moment of silence.

"He had a lot of work at the dental office and he couldn't get away," Anne replied.

"Do I have to go live with my real parents? What if I want to stay here?"

"Hermione dear, I think it would be best for you to go live with them."

"But what about you guys, you've raised me for most of my life."

"You can still visit us.

"When are my parents coming for me?" she asked.

"They're coming tomorrow. They also sent you a letter." Anne Granger pulled out a letter from her pocket and handed it to Hermione.

Without replying, Hermione went upstairs to her room to read the letter. When she reached her room, she sat on her bed and opened the letter to read it.

Dear Destiny,

If you are reading this letter, then it means you already found out that you were adopted. I know you are probably wondering why your father and I gave you up. I'm sorry, but I cannot answer your question in this letter incase it gets intercepted. All will be explained to you on Thursday when we come to pick you up. I hope you can forgive us for giving you up. We love you a lot and we were devastated when we left you at the orphanage.

Love,

Monica and Charles Simmons

Hermione put the letter down after she finished reading it. All she could think about was the name Simmons. She remembered hearing that name somewhere and it sounded very familiar. She sat there and tried to think about where she heard the name before, but she came up with nothing.

The next morning Hermione woke up and did her daily routine. She put on a pair of sweat pants a T-shirt before she went downstairs for breakfast. She sat down at the kitchen table with her parents and at her pancakes in silence.

She was about to get up from her seat when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," she said as she got up from her seat and headed for the door. She opened the door and in front of her stood a male and a female dressed in black robes. Before Hermione could say anything, the women embraced her.

"I can't believe it's my baby. I missed you so much," said Monica Simmons who was now in tears. Hermione didn't know what to do so she just hugged back. A few moments later, Anne and Ted Granger came to the door.

"Hi, you must be Monica and Charles Simmons," said Ted.

"Yes we are," replied Charles.

"Come on in."

Monica finally broke away from Hermione and the group made their way to the living room.

Monica was about 5'7. She was a skinny woman with blond hair and brown eyes. Her skin was pale and she looked like she as in her late thirties.

Charles was about 6'1. He was tall and had brown hair. His eyes were black and his skin was tan like Hermione's. He looked like he was in his early forties.

The group sat and talked for awhile about Hermione. Finally, it was time to leave.

"I think it's time to go," said Monica.

Charles agreed and Hermione went to get her stuff. She came back down with her stuff and her new owl Emma because Crookshanks died last year. She hugged her adoptive parents and then apparated away with her parents.

Hermione felt her feet touch the floor and she opened her eyes. She was in what was supposed to be a living room. It was huge and it was mostly green. There was on the side and four couches around it.

"Destiny, welcome home," announced Monica.

"Err...is it okay if you guys call me Hermione?" Hermione asked.

"If that's what you want dear." She led Hermione to the couch and Charles followed.

"I think it's about time to tell you about us and why we had to give you up." She looked at Hermione and when she nodded, Monica continued, "Hermione, you are a pureblooded witch. When you were one years old, we were on the run from the ministry officials."

"Why were you running from the ministry?" Hermione interrupted her mother.

"I'm getting to that," her mother replied gently. "We were running because we were Death Eaters."

Hermione gasped.

"What the ministry didn't know about us was that we were also spies for the Order and since then we have been in hiding."

"Why didn't you guys or Dumbledore tell Fudge?" Hermione asked. (A/N – I'm not sure if Fudge was the minister at that time.)

"The Simmons are an old pureblooded family like the Malfoys. Our family had many known Death Eaters and the ministry suspected us to be Death Eaters while they were rounding up the remaining Death Eaters after Voldemort was weakened, so we went into hiding," finished Monica.

"Are you guys still in hiding then?" Hermione asked.

"Yes we are,"

"Then how come you're telling me that I'm a Simmons while you're still in hiding?"

Monica looked over at Charles, silently telling him to answer.

"The Dark Lord wants you to take the mark before you return to Hogwarts," said Charles.

"What!" exclaimed Hermione.

"I know you don't want to take it, but you don't really have a choice. If you refuse the Dark Lord, he won't hesitate to kill you."

"I thought you guys were in hiding. How would Voldemort," at this, her parents flinched, "know where you guys are?"

"Even though we are in hiding, we are still spying on the Dark Lord for the Order," said Charles.

"How come I've never seen you at headquarters?"

"We only attend the meetings while you were at Hogwarts."

Hermione couldn't believe all the information her parents were giving her. She couldn't believe her parents were Death Eaters and spies at the same time. She didn't want to take the Dark Mark, but if she wanted to live then she had to.

Her mother's voice snapped Hermione out of her thoughts.

"You will be getting your mark next week along with another person. Before you get it, I will be teaching you Occlumency incase the Dark Lord tries to search your mind," said Monica.

Hermione nodded.

"I feel tired now, can you show me to my room?" Hermione asked.

"Sure honey," replied her mother. "I'm glad that you're taking all this so well."

Hermione didn't respond and she followed her mother.

A/N – I used some of the suggestions that I got from The Truth About Hermione Granger and I hope you guys liked it. Don't forget to review. Next update will be in a few days.