Star Flower

There were two things Hermione Granger learned at 11-years-old when a woman in funny clothes knocked on the door of her childhood home.One, she was a witch!Two, she was adopted...Fear of being unwanted kept her in the dark about finding out who her biological parents were.Who she was.And it had remained that way, until the summer before 5th year when she’d gone to the Order Headquarters instead of the Burrow for the last half of her summer.Until she gave herself a bloody paper cut and bled on the floor of Grimmauld Place.

Listen, I don't know why I do this to myself.Did I need to start another multi-chapter fic? Fuck no.Do I need to work on the two others? Fuck yes!Did that stop me? Sadly, a resounding fuck no.So, here we are!Another Pureblood Hermione because I can't help myself.As Miley Cyrus once said: "And we can't stop, and we won't stop. Can't you see it's *we*, who own the night?Can't you see it *we*, who 'bout that life?"...someone take away the green and caffiene. Mama needs sleep.Anyway, onto the boring stuff before the story!Also! I'm on IG @shipemallI don't know how active I'll be, but I needed a separate account for all things HP FF, so follow me and let's chat!***Always Noted***No betaNo editsAll errors are minethe tenses are fucked, but they'll get fixed...eventually?POV's jump about, but it flows, it works, we don't care right now.More tags will be added as I go along.I am American, this was not Britpicked, but I am trying to lend some to the story where I can incorporate it. (Any tips are appreciated)This is AU. AUAUAUAUAUAUAUAU.DO NOT:Post my works on Goodreads or any other siteCreate *ANYTHING* off my work for profit -- t-shirts, buttons, pins, bookmarks, bindings, etc.I do NOT give permission to have my works translatedI do NOT give permission to have my works bound without my knowledge (I want one if you do it, damn it!)Obviously, I own nothing but my words. This is all J.K. Rowling's Characters, I'm just giving some of them a much better life.'Kay, love you, byeeeee!