A/N - A big thank you to BrookJamesSP5, who gave me the idea for this fic! Brooke, it HAS been changed from the original idea you gave me, but not by much, so hopefully you'll still like it!

This chapter is just a short Prologue, and I promise the rest of the chapters will be much longer.

Since the main characters are twins the point of view may switch between them, as well as Bella and the father (whose identity you will find out later on - Brooke, PLEASE don't give it away!).

I'm not really sure yet where I want to take this fic, so any ideas, whether through reviews or PM, would be greatly appreciated :)

PLEASE REVIEW! I want to know what you think!

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Summary: Hermione is not really Hermione Jean Granger, nor is she an only child. Hermione has a twin brother - Ethan James Granger. Hermione and her twin brother Ethan are really purebloods, heirs to the Black name - only they don't know it. Their mother, Bellatrix Black, had given her babies away as children; she made the muggles blood adopt them, then erased the memories to make them believe her children were actually theirs. Now, eleven years on, Hermione and Ethan find out about their magic abilities, and start off on a journey to find their parents, and bring them back together.

Warnings: first, Hermione may or may not be in Gryffindor, but most likely not Slytherin as I still want her to be the little know-it-all (to a certain degree). Ethan will be more of a Marauder-like-prankster, most likely in Gryffindor. This

This fic will be slightly Dark orientated (probably not as much as I would have hoped), with (maybe) future Light bashing, a (possible) manipulative Dumbledore, SLASH ship/s, and violence/blood/gore in later chapters. If these things annoy you, then DONT READ THIS!

Pairings: I have two in mind that I will not reveal yet because it would spoil the story! But, besides that, none. Ideas are more than welcome! :)

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Prologue

Bellatrix's heart almost broke, and tears filled her eyes as pointed her wand to the muggles heads, re-arranging their memories.

This was not what she wanted. This was never how it was supposed to be.

Bellatrix gave each of her twins, a boy and a girl, a kiss on the head before place one in each of the muggles arms. Her twins, her babies. The only two people in the world she truly love - and she couldn't even keep them.

What time she had gotten to spend with her babies, what little of their lives they had got to spend with their mother, was erased as Bella made the muggles believe the twins were theirs. Making the two dentists take in her children; she hated doing so, but it would mean a better life for them.

With a few muttered spells, Bellatrix changed the life of her twins forever; from pureblood to mudblood, from outcasts to people would actually fit in.

Avanna Druella Black and Alexander Cygnus Black became Hermione Jean Granger and Ethan James Granger.

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Bellatrix Lestrange couldn't sleep. She was lying in he r bed beside her sleeping husband, staring blankly at the ceiling, still haunted of the memories of giving up her twins.

The night she gave birth. The realisation she would never be able to kill them. Seeking out the muggle family who were trying to adopt. Completing the blood adoption. Warding the house. Modifying the muggles memories. And, most painfully, handing her Avanna and Alex over to the muggles.

Now she was married to a man she never loved. A man who could not have kids. A man who she had been promised to as a baby.

A tear slid down her pale cheek as she choked back a sob. Bellatrix had always been taught to mask her emotions, to never show any sign of weakness. But that was just it; now her twins were gone, she shouldn't have a weakness.

But she did.

They were still there, in the back of her mind, always. There had been not a day gone by since she gave her babies away that she hadn't thought of them.

And to think no one even knew she had been pregnant. She had gotten away with it for a while, and then had to use glamour's - ones that wouldn't hurt her unborn children - to cover her ever-growing stomach. After a while, she left the country. Left her life, her fiancé, her family; she just disappeared. No one had known what happened, where she had gone, or what had happened to her. Bellatrix had come back after a few months, and pretended to be insane to get out of answering questions she had no answers for. Her fiancé, Rodolphus Lestrange, had been less than happy at her pretend lack of mental capacities, but had still continued to marry her, much to the dismay of them both. Now she was trapped in a loveless marriage, with no hope of escape.

Her only comfort seemed to be the Death Eater meetings, but not for her Lord like most assumed. No, Bella attended those meetings purely because the father of her children did as well. Not that he ever knew she was pregnant.

Laying there, tear stains marring her beautiful face, she wondered, as she did every night, whether or not she made the right choice.