Harry looked at me. He looked a little shocked, scared and sad. Understandably. He had just read a letter from his dead mother. Our dead mother. How strange. I didn't know how I was going to tell my living parents... The Grangers. I ultimately decided they didn't need to know. Whether they know they adopted me or have been 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 read it too. "Damn! So you two are brother and sister? It's damn crazy!” he exclaimed in his cute, raw, blunt way. “Then you understand why you can't tell anyone, right? Not even your family?" I asked Ron. “Sure, Mione, but aren't you even going to 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, "Do you realize that when Draco calls you a half-blood, we can't tell him that you're actually a half-blood?" I laughed slightly , actually." I remembered that Dumbledore had said not to even tell Ron yet. I let out a little grunt. "Ron, you shouldn't know, anyway." Ronald shrugged, smiled at me and went to talking to Seamus about something, probably not related to the big document that would be delivered the next day, and Harry stood up from the dark red chair he was sitting in and we laughed, a feeling I had never experienced unique 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 a little scared. My biological parents are dead, but they are not my real parents . My real parents were still the Grangers, who raised me to be... middle of the paper... taller than me. I realized there was nothing I liked about her except her looks. If Ron liked it, that's why. And if that was the reason, maybe I didn't like Ron anymore. Maybe he's just like every other boy in this disgusting world, looking for a stupid, hot, blonde girl to parade around his arm and objectify like a little statue. I sat in the window seat as the sun sank below the horizon, as the library slowly grew darker and grayer, as the candles and magic lanterns lit themselves when it got too dark to see well. I sat there thinking and then didn't think for hours. I heard the bells which meant it was curfew, so I snuck out of the library and went to the astronomy tower to meet Neville, Luna and Ginny. There I waited, mulling over thoughts of the folded note, Ron, Lavender, my family and Dumbledore's Army.