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Chapter 1:

"Hermione, honey, can you please come downstairs please? We need to talk to you."

"Coming mom!" Hermione hurried downstairs, hair bouncing as she moved towards her parents.

"Hermione we need you to please listen to us," Jean Granger said with a sigh. Mr. Granger, sitting beside her, looked at her uncomfortably and sighed. Jean pursed her lips. Her husband would be no help whatsoever.

"Hermione, 17 and a half years ago, I found you here at our doorstep along with a note. Sweetheart, you are adopted."

Hermione paled considerably, and Jean paused, allowing the information to sink in. As her daughter began to regain her senses, Jean decided to cut to the chase. This whole situation was breaking her heart and she found herself crying as she relayed the next few pieces of information.

"You are from a pureblood family, quite a prominent one, if I may say so. Do you want to read the note your mother told me to give you when you were to turn 18?"

Hermione blanched slightly. She wasn't her mom. But, how could she not be her parent's daughter? She had her mother's brown eyes and her father's freckles. She had her grandmother's uncontrollable hair and her great-aunt's buck teeth. It was practically impossible for her to have come from somewhere else. Perhaps reading the letter would provide her with a little bit more insight. Hermione nodded slowly. She too was crying with her muggle mother but she put on a brave face and picked up the letter.

Dearest Hermione,

We are both incredibly sorry. We think we must say so before anything else. We are sure you were wondering why all this was necessary, and who you really are. When you were born, it was around the time when Voldemort was first trying to take over completely. You, being a pureblood and girl, would be very valuable. We couldn't risk him exploiting you. This letter is supposed to be given to you one year after you come of age, which is at 18. Darling, your full name is Hermione Alexandra Zabini. We are Leo and Alexandra Zabini, your father and mother. You have a twin brother, who unfortunately, we weren't able to shield so well as we had you. Voldemort was aware that we were birthing a son, so we had no hope of hiding him. Are you familiar with Blaise Zabini? Yes, he is your twin brother. I am sure that you are wondering why and how you look like your muggle parents. We placed a complex concealment charm on you as a child, so that you would grow up to look like them. I hope you have it in your heart to forgive us. This was all done only for your own protection and nothing more. We love you so much. We all truly miss you and hope we can see you soon.

Love,

Mother and Father

Hermione promptly fainted.

She woke to the sound of her mother's frantic fretting.

"Hermione! Hermione! Are you alright dearest?" Jean cried, pale and anxious.

"Yeah, Mommy I'm fine," Hermione murmured, dazedly.

Jean sighed audibly. She had to tell her baby. It was time.

"Hon, your-" her voice broke, "real parents sent one of those owls. It says they want you to come over to their Manor. It says all you need to do is use the fireplace and yell Zabini Manor into it. You know how to use the Floo right?"

"Yes, of course. Mom, I don't want to go. I don't know how I can believe these people, or this letter, or anything anymore!" she sniffled, beginning to cry. "I do not know if I can find it within myself to meet them. You will always be my family, no matter what happens, right?"

Jean could not help it. She burst into tears. "Of course! I may not have given birth to you, but you will always be my daughter. I love you so, so much. But, dear you must go. We must all face our past, even if it is a past we never knew about. Face them, trust them. I know they love you just as much as I do. Just please, promise me that you will visit," Jean smiled, tears shining in her eyes. Robert Granger too, was crying beside her, nodding along with everything she said. He couldn't bring himself to speak, Hermione was his little girl, and it was so hard for him to let go. It was almost unbearable.

Oh, of course I'll come to visit! I would not miss it for the world. And, you're right. I think I'll face my demons now, before they come back to haunt me," she grimaced through her tears. "Goodbye Mommy, goodbye Daddy, I'll really miss you." said Hermione, sadly.

"Goodbye honey, I'll miss you lots too!"

"We love you, Hermione!" Her parents chorused, both holding themselves together only for the sake of their daughter.

Hermione stepped into her fireplace hesitantly, and took one last look at her crying parents. She steeled herself for a moment, and then cried "Zabini Manor!"

"Oomph!" she landed with a thud onto the Zabini's finely polished fireplace.

"Who's there?"A deep voice demanded distantly

"Oh hush, you silly twat, you know who it'd be. Hermione darling is that you?"

"Mama?" she asked curiously, pulling herself up off of the ground.

A woman dressed in red stood before her, smiling warmly. "Yes, darling. I am your mother, Alexandra Zabini."

Hermione was amazed. Her mother was beautiful! She was tall, and had olive skin, green eyes and straight, dark brown hair. She really hoped that when the concealment charm was lifted that she'd look like her mom. Her birth mother turned away for a minute and yelled.

"Blaise! Get in here Hermione is home at last!"

Meanwhile, the man with a deep voice decided to introduce himself. "Hermione, I am your Papa."

"Hello Papa."said Hermione shyly. He was tan as well, but with simple brown eyes and black hair. During their interaction, a familiar boy about Hermione's age stepped down from the regal staircase, gaping.

"And this is Blaise, your twin brother," Mrs. Zabini, said, rolling her eyes at her shellshocked son, who seemed to be unable to talk at the moment.

"Hello Blaise," Hermione ventured

"Hermione Granger? Wow, I never thought that it'd be you of all people. You look nothing like us!" he laughed. "Mom, how come you never mentioned I had a twin until yesterday? I've always wanted a sister to be protective of." he mused

"Blaise, we've told you, it was for her safety."

"Whatever. Come over here and give your new twin a hug."

Blaise grabbed her and pulled her into a great big bear hug. Hermione awkwardly hugged back. She'd never known Blaise to be affectionate, as he had seemingly been one of Malfoy's cronies all these years. She had presumed him to be a cold hearted bastard like the rest of them. Oh well. At least she'd have someone on her side, and she had always wanted a brother. She grinned happily.

"How about a tour of the Manor?" Blaise asked, excitedly

"Ah, but first, Hermione, would you like me to remove the glamour charm we placed on you now?" asked her mother, hesitantly

"Er, all right. I have been curious to see what I actually look like,"

"I wonder if she'll look like me." wondered Blaise

"Probably, seeing as you are twins and all," Mr. Zabini teased, and Blaise retaliated maturely by sticking his tongue of at him.

"Ready now," Mrs. Zabini cautioned. "You may feel slight discomfort in places and you probably will grow taller."

Hermione braced herself. "Alright I'm ready."

"Reverte!"

Suddenly Hermione felt completely different. She walked over to the nearest mirror to take a peek at herself. She gasped. Not to be vain, but she looked bloody fantastic! She got what she was wishing for. She looked almost exactly like her mother, and obviously, like Blaise as well, much to his delight.

She twirled around looking at her new straight hair, which was several shades darker than her old hair, and her new olive skin tone, which she loved, as she had never been able to tan well. Old Hermione+Sun=Lobster. Or shrimp. Or crab. You get the picture.

Suddenly, her mother ran to her and threw her arms around her, sobbing fiercely. Hermione hugged her back tightly, wishing she had gotten to know this wonderful woman sooner. She looked up to see her father with tears in his eyes to, and she relinquished her mother to give him a hug. Blaise simply sat back looking bewildered.

"Oh shit." muttered Blaise, randomly. "Language!" chided his mother, sharply, wiping the tears off of her face. Blaise waved her off rudely, only to be shot a terrifying glare, which he cowered under.

"Whats wrong?" Hermione asked

"No nothing like that! I just forgot Draco is coming here in a couple of minutes! We were going to go swimming! I'd better change. Do you want to join us Hermione?"

Hermione blanched considerably.

"Malfoy?"

"Yeah, he's not all bad. Come on do it for your brand new big brother."

"Do you have any idea how much I hate Malfoy? I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole for my parents what more hang out with him for you,"

Blaise pouted sadly. "Does this mean you don't love me? Why don't you love me? My own sister! Doesn't. Love. Me!" he cried dramatically

"Alright, alright fine, you baby," she rolled her eyes

"I'm loved!" Blaise said, happily

Where's my room?" asked Hermione, exasperated

"Ah, this way, follow me, madame." said Blaise in a French accent.

Hermione laughed and followed

He opened a beautiful, mahogany door and they both entered. Hermione's jaw dropped. It was gorgeous! It was painted with a large bed in the center, with a purple duvet to match the walls. She saw a giant bathroom, and of course, her own walk in closet, already stocked with clothes.

"My room is just down the hall. I think hear Draco already. That kid is always on time," Blaise said cheerfully. Hermione grimaced. "I'll leave you to get changed. Knock on my door when you're done okay?" he said giving her another hug, which this time she reciprocated warmly.

"M'kay." she replied

He slipped out the door.

Outside, Blaise ran down to meet Draco.

"Blaise!"

"Draco!" They shook hands.

"So how are you?"

"Same old, same old."

"Come on lets get changed."

The boys took turns in Blaise's bathroom to change and just as they finished they heard a knock on the door.

"Blaise? Are you done yet?" came a muffled voice outside the door.

"Bloody hell Blaise! Start of the summer and you already got yourself a girlfriend!" Draco teased

"Drake, that's my sister." Blaise whined

"You have a sister?"

"Yeah, my twin. She was put up for adoption at birth so that she would be protected from the dark lord."

What's her name?"

"Hermione."

Draco wrinkled his nose. "Hahaha! Bet Granger'll be pissed when she finds out that there's a second Hermione."

"Draco... Granger is my sister." Blaise tried to break the news gently

"WHAT? Wow. Gross." Blaise punched him at that. "Does that mean no more Mudblood comments?" he asked, pouting, rubbing his now sore arm.

"Oh come on. You should at least try to get to know her for my sake."

"For your sake," he scoffed. "Let's just go. Its hot and I wanna swim."

"Fine. I'm coming Hermione!"

When Draco saw her his mouth dropped.

That could not be Granger.