Harry looked at me. He looked a little shocked, scared and sad. Naturally. He had just read a letter from his deceased mother. Our deceased mother. How strange. I didn't know how I was going to tell my living parents… The Grangers. I finally decided they didn't need to know. Whether they know they adopted me or whether they were forgotten and think I'm their daughter, no harm would come to them if I didn't tell them. Harry handed my letter to Ron, who also read it. “Blimey!” So you two are brother and sister? It's really crazy! » he exclaimed in his cute, rude and blunt way. "So you understand why you can't tell anyone, right?" Not even your family? I asked Ron. "Of course, Mione, but you won't even tell the Grangers?" "Why should I? They're happy to have a magical, muggle-born daughter." Silence. I knew they wouldn't press me on the subject. Harry smiled. "You realize that when Draco treats you "That's the least of my worries, to be honest. I remembered Dumbledore." said not to even tell Ron yet. I groaned a little. "Ron, by the way, you're not supposed to know that." Seamus about something, probably unrelated to the large paper that was due the next day, and Harry got up from the dark red chair he was sitting in. We hugged and laughed. It was a feeling I had. had never felt. I had been an only child my whole life and I didn't even know how I should react, do, say or feel. All I knew was that I was happy, excited and one. little scared. My biological parents are dead, but they are not my real parents. My real parents were always the Grangers, who raised me to be... middle of paper... more than me. I realized there was nothing else to like about her except her looks. If Ron loved him, that was why. And if that was why, maybe I didn't love Ron anymore. Maybe he's like every other guy in this disgusting world, looking for a stupid, hot, blonde girlfriend to parade on his arm and objectify himself like a little statue. I sat on the seat by the window as the sun disappeared below the horizon, while The library slowly became darker and grayer, as the candles and magic lanterns lit up as the weather too dark to see properly. I sat there thinking, then didn't think for hours. I heard the bells that meant it was curfew, so I sneaked out of the library and towards the astronomy tower to meet Neville, Luna and Ginny. There I waited, pondering my thoughts on the folded note, Ron, Lavender, my family. , and Dumbledore's Army.