Lord and Lady Zabini were pacing in the study; nervously. Today they would find out the truth; the truth that meant that for the last seventeen years they hadn't had single night of complete peacefulness.

They needed to tell Blaise; but they promised each other that they wouldn't share the news with their heir unless they got the confirmation that they needed. They needed to know that she was still alive; they had hung onto this hope for the past seventeen years. It was around midnight when Celso and Alyssa Zabini stopped in their tracks when they heard an owl tapping at the window. Celso ran to the window and let the owl in; he untied the letter and gave the owl a treat.

He unravelled the letter; he read it and pulled his wife in close to him.

'Cara, can you believe it, she's alive. Our baby girl is alive.' Alyssa Zabini wiped a stray tear from her cheek and looked up to see her husband, who looked so happy. They exchanged a kiss and engulfed each other in an embrace. They looked at the letter.

Lord and Lady Zabini,

We have found her, she is safe. She was brought up as a muggleborn and from what we can tell they treated her well and lovingly. She went to Hogwarts, in the same year as your son. She was tormented by Slytherins for being a muggleborn. She was also a Gryffindor. Her adopted parents plan on telling her the news tonight; and if it all goes to plan you shall have your daughter with you by Saturday. However we still have not found who kidnapped your daughter in the first place. Yet we shall continue with the investigation.

Yours Sincerely

Edward Bolt

Their baby girl was alive. They would love her; despite the fact that she was raised a muggleborn. No – wait, they would love her because she was a muggleborn. The Zabini's had remained neutral during the war, it was a good thing too; if Celso had become a Deatheater, then maybe their daughter would have found it harder to accept them.

But most importantly they would be able to see their baby at the end of the week. Today was Thursday; they looked at the clock – no today was Friday; they would see their baby tomorrow. They both walked to their chamber, and climbed into bed. Tonight; after seventeen years; they finally had a peaceful night's sleep.

The next morning the Zabini manor was surprisingly happy, the manor itself seemed to be in a good mood. It's visitors; the Malfoy's seemed to have picked up on the happy mood that seemed to have reverberated throughout the manor.

'Lucius, dear, what do you think that Celso and Alyssa need to tell us? I mean they sounded really happy this morning; when they flooed. Not that I object to them being happy, it's nice to see our baby's God parents so happy.'

Narcissa said to her husband as they were directed to the Zabini's; who were in their study.

'Yes dear, I do understand where you are coming from. It's nice to see my best friend so happy.' Lucius smiled at Narcissa.

'Mother I am not a baby, I am seventeen years old, and I am of age. Please don't call me a baby, especially in front of Blaise; he'll start laughing uncontrollably. I will not be mocked in front of my best friend.' Draco scowled at his mother.

'You'll always be my baby boy, Draco.' Narcissa planted a kiss on her son's cheek. A loud bark of laughter could be heard from behind Draco; Blaise stood there laughing.

'Aww Baby Draco.' Draco turned to his friend and sent him a glare. If looks could kill. Blaise saw this and turned to run to the study before Draco could harm him.

The Zabini's and Malfoy's were all sat in the study. Celso and Alyssa were sat at in a love seat together, both looking very happy. Celso was the first to speak; even Blaise had picked up on his parent's unusual happiness.

'We want to thank you for coming here today Lucius and Narcissa. You're like family to us, your child is our godson and our son is yours. So when we found out some happy news, we wanted to tell you all together; even Blaise does not know yet.' Everybody in the room looked confused.

'Madre, Padrewhat is the news? Please tell us quickly.' Celso chucked and looked at his wife, encouraging her to spill their secret. She turned to Narcissa and Lucius smiled and said

'We found her! We got an owl from our private investigator; he said that she's safe and that we'll be able to see her tomorrow.'

This caused Narcissa to well up and hug an already tearful Alyssa. Lucius stood up and hugged his best friend.

'Oh my God, that's wonderful. To think of all the pain you've been through for the past seventeen years. You've finally found her.' Narcissa said to Celso and Alyssa. Draco and Blaise exchanged confused looks.

'Um Madre? Padre?What on earth are you two going on about? Is someone going to tell me and Draco why all of you are crying?' Celso laughed and looked at his wife. He sat down and spoke to his on and godson

'You see figlio, when you born; it wasn't just you. You had a younger twin sister. However while your mother was still at the hospital Amara; your sister was kidnapped. We searched everywhere; had everyone looking for our baby girl. But we never found. But we never gave up hope; our girl had to be out there somewhere; we had to find her. So we've had someone look for her for the past seventeen years, and last night our effort paid off. We found your twin sister, and we can see her tomorrow.'

Blaise was most defiantly not expecting that. A sister; he had a sister. A twin. His parents looked at him, hoping that we would take the news well. Blaise felt a tear roll down his cheek.

'I have a baby sister? A twin? I am so happy, and you're sure we can meet her tomorrow. A sister; oh my God' that was all his parents needed to hear. Alyssa and Celso hugged their son.

Everybody sat down; the men drank their fire whiskey.

'Celso, so do you know who she is? Who kidnapped our god daughter?' Lucius looked for answers.

'We still don't know who kidnapped our baby; we don't know who she is. But we do know that she was raised a muggleborn; but that does not matter; she's our daughter and we will love her regardless of what she was brought up as. We also know that she went to Hogwarts; in the same year as the boys and was a Gryffindor. The letter also said that Slytherins did torment her while she was there. That's all we know; as well as the fact that her adopted parents kept her well.'

Blaise suddenly felt anger; who had hurt his sister? He didn't even know her yet but he knew that we would protect her no matter what. He would seriously hurt whoever had upset her. Lucius spoke up

'Well let's just hope that the Slytherins did no serious damage. That would make it even harder for her.' He stared at Draco and Blaise. Blaise then realised that he may have hurt his sister; he may have caused her grief. He just hoped that she would be able to forgive him. Draco turned to him

'Mate I just want to say I'm sorry if I ever upset you sister; I obviously didn't know that she was your baby sister.' Blaise turned at smiled at him.

'It's okay mate, I'm sure that she will be able to forgive over time.'

'So how does it feel; knowing that you have a sister?'

'I feel really good; I've always wanted a sibling. I'm going to love her; I just know it. But I kinda feel really protective about her already; is that weird; I mean I haven't even met her yet.'

'I don't know man, I mean of course you're gonna want to protect her; she's your sister. What do you think she looks like?'

'She's a Zabini; she's going to genetically blessed; just like her older brother.' The boys smirked. The rest of the evening went well, talking about the much anticipated moment when Amara Zabini would finally meet her family.

Over in a quite area of Wiltshire a very nervous girl was waiting for her parents to tell her the very serious and important news. Finally her mother Annabelle spoke out 'Sweetie you know that we love you very much, but we're not well – we're not your birth parents baby.' The young girl just sat there, trying to take in the information.

'What do you mean; you're not my birth parents?'

'Well you see, we couldn't have any children of our own, so when we woke up one morning to find you in a basket on our doorstep we took you and raised you as our own.' Annabelle was in tears.

'Daddy, what does this mean? Who's my real parent's? Did they not want me?' Richard broke down; his baby girl still called him daddy. But he was going to lose her.

'Your real parents are a Lord and Lady Zabini. And of course they wanted you; the minister told us that you were kidnapped a few days after you were born. They've been searching for you for seventeen years.' Richard looked at his daughter, she was crying in earnest now.

'The ZABINI'S OH MY GOD! Their son Blaise hates me; he picked on me for years with that Malfoy kid I told you about. OH MY GOD what am I supposed to do. Do they even want me now? I'm a fucking pureblood. Are you never going to speak to me again?' she looked up to see her parents were crying. Anna spoke

'We are still going to me your mum and dad, you're just lucky enough to have two sets of parents. And from what the Minister of Magic told us, they really want to meet you. They've loved you enough to have not lost hope for seventeen years darling. They don't hate you. And if you feel like it, they would love to meet you tomorrow.' Three people sat in their loving room crying. After a while their girl had cried herself to sleep.

A few hours later she woke up, hoping it had all been a horrible nightmare. But it wasn't. She was the daughter of the Zabini's. She sat and thought about this, the pros'; they were rich; she had heard the manor had a library. She had two sets of parents.

They searched for her for seventeen years; they loved her. They did remain neutral during the war; so her parents were not Deatheaters. Cons; she would have to leave her parents. They were friends with Deatheaters; the Malfoy's being the family's best friends. Blaise was her brother – Dear God! Seeing the Slytherins on a regular basis. The Slytherins all picked on her; her brother and Malfoy being her biggest offenders. The list of cons went on and on; but her curiosity could not be settled, these people obviously wanted to be part of her life.

Maybe; just maybe she would give it a go. Maybe she would be able to torment Blaise and Malfoy; finally. She went from Mudblood to Pureblood; all within one evening. Richard and Anna walked into the living room.

'Sweetie we got a letter from the Minister; he said that your parents would like for you to come to their manor tomorrow. They would like to meet you. We can come with you as well honey. Would be up for that?' Anna looked at her daughter.

'Umm do you think I should go?' this time Richard spoke 'it's not our decision sweet heart. But these people have been through a lot looking for you. If I was in their place I would really want for you to come and speak to them. I can't begin to imagine the pain they went through.' That did it for her, the way Richard had put it, and she would have to meet them.

'Okay, I'll meet them as long as you get to come with me.' She quickly sent a reply to the minister. She was excited about what tomorrow would bring. She went upstairs to take a shower, and went to sleep. Today had been an emotionally draining day.

The Zabini's and Malfoy's were currently eating their dinner when an elf suddenly came into the room. 'Sorry to disturb you master, but a letter had come from the minister about the young mistress.'

The elf held out a letter. Celso quickly took the letter and allowed the elf to leave. The elder Zabini read the letter.

'Cara,she said that she would be willing to come to the manor tomorrow to come and see us, as long as she can bring her parents. She'll be here at 11 o'clock tomorrow.'

'Well that's wonderful dear; I can't believe that she said yes. And I would like to meet the people who raised our daughter.'

'Mipsy!' an elf apparated into the dining room.

'Yes master' the elf squeaked.

'Tell the minister that our daughter can bring her parents and we look forward to her arrival.' Dinner at the Zabini manor became a lot happier.

The next morning two families were getting ready to meet each other. The Zabini's were sitting anxiously in the living room next the fireplace. In a few moments they would meet their daughter again, after seventeen long and painful years. Blaise stared at the fireplace; he couldn't wait to meet his sister.

Suddenly the fireplace roared and out stepped his sister with two people. Hermione Granger came out of the fireplace. Granger was his long lost sister; the Gryffindor Princess. One third of the Golden Trio. Best friend with Voldemort's obsession.

Hermione stepped out of the fireplace and saw the lavish surroundings. Her real parents were sat at on the sofa they had stood up and were smiling; her mother was even crying. 'Umm hi, I'm Hermione Granger; your daughter.' The woman walked over to her and hugged her silently sobbing into her shoulder.

'Oh my dear, you're alive. We thought we would never see you again. We're so happy that you chose to meet us today. We can't begin to say how thankful we are to you.' Alyssa broke apart. Celso welcomed the Grangers into their home.

'My name in Celso Zabini, this is my wife Alyssa and this is my son Blaise. We are very happy that you came today. We've waited so long to finally meet you.' Hermione smiled at them; they did truly look happy, maybe this wouldn't be so bad, and to add to her happiness Blaise looked like he in a state of shock.

They all talked a while, getting to know each other. Hermione had come to realize a lot about her new parents. They did not believe in all the shit that spouted of Voldemort's mouth about blood supremacy. They seemed as if they really wanted to know her; have the chance to love her.

'Um I was wondering, what's my real name; I mean the name that you gave me.' Hermione said looking at Alyssa and Celso. The looked at each other and smiled

'Well my dear we called you Amara; in Latin it means sour however in ancient Greek it meant eternity of immortal. We liked the name because your mother was in labour with you for what felt like an eternity.' Hermione smiled at her parents; they really did love her.

'So umm what do you want me to do? I mean do you want me to stay with you or leave. Are you going to speak to me after this; I would understand I mean I'm Hermione Granger the girl who was hated by all the Slytherins.' This caused Blaise to squirm in his chair.

Alyssa broke the tension 'We would love to have you home, but we can understand if you chose not to. And if you let us we would really want to remain a part of your life.' Alyssa smiled at her only daughter. Hermione looked at her adopted parents and they nodded encouragingly.

' I was wondering if you would like it, but I would like to stay here; and get to know you better. I want to know what my parents and twin are like. I was also hoping if you wouldn't mind if I changed my name to Amara. That's if you want to.' She looked at her mother and father who were crying, even Blaise smiled at her.

'Of course my dear; this is your home too. You can stay for as long as you want – Amara.' Alyssa had hesitated not sure as to how her daughter would react. Amara stood up and walked two feet to her parents and hugged her mother, crying in earnest.

Amara felt her father's arm engulf them both in an embrace too.

Soon after dinner Richard and Annabelle Granger stepped into the fireplace; after having received hugs from both Amara and the Zabini's who thanked them for looking after and raising their daughter and them assured that they could meet her whenever they wanted to. After dinner Alyssa showed Amara her rooms.

It was beautiful. She had a receiving room, a bed chamber with a huge four poster bed. Her bathroom was the size of her old room; she had a large shower and a huge marble bath. She was astounded that they had put so much effort and money into her rooms. Alyssa showed Amara her huge walk in closet which had so many clothes in it. She had a mini boutique in her room.

'They are charmed to adapt to your size, so you don't need to worry about whether they fit. If you don't like what's in there we can go shopping and buy some other clothes.' 'Oh that's okay, I like them all. Thank you.' Alyssa left Amara to get changed and shower and promised she would be back in a while to see her before she fell asleep. Amara showered and got changed into a red nightie, and put on her bath robe when she heard a knock at her door.

She walked over to the door to find Blaise standing there. 'Could I come in and speak to you. Please.' Blaise said looking at his feet.

'Um yeah sure.' Amara said letting him. They walked over to a chaise and both sat down on it.

'I wanted to apologize to you. You're my twin, my baby sister and that does not excuse how I have treated you at Hogwarts. I am deeply sorry and ashamed at the grief that I caused you. I really am sorry; and I was wondering if you forgave me, I would very much like to make it up to you. I've always wanted a sibling, and now I have, I want you to know that you will never lose me. I will always protect you and love you. Please give me the chance to make amends.'

Blaise had tears in his eyes. Amara looked up at him, moved by his speech, his eyes revealed sincerity; so she hugged him. Slowly his arms came up and returned the embrace.

'Blaise you're my twin, I want to know you too. I'm glad you came to speak to me today, because now I have a big brother, who will receive my unconditional love.' They both sat there for a while talking to each other; discovering that they had a lot in common with each other.

They didn't even notice that their parents were standing at the door, smiling at how well their children got along. The clock chimed, and they saw it was midnight. Suddenly a mist developed around Amara, it was blue and sparkled. Her parents ran to her side and couldn't understand what was going on. Then the mist began to die down. They all gasped, Amara couldn't understand why they did that.

She walked over to her vanity; she too gasped at what she saw. She looked like Hermione but a more beautiful version. Her skin tone was golden like her mother who was quite fair. She looked like she was glowing. Her eyes had gotten darker and larger; like her father. Her hair was no longer a frizzy bird's nest; it flowed in gentle curls; her hair cascaded down her back. Her lips were full and suited her face. She had an hour glass figure like her mom, with bigger breasts and a small waist and curvy hips. She loved her new self.

She smiled happily, and seeing this they all smiled and went to hug their beautiful daughter. Suddenly something clicked in Amara's mind

'It was a glamour charm, and I bet it was charmed to come off near my seventeenth birthday. That would explain the mist; I've read about them before. When is my real birthday?' Blaise laughed in the corner.

His sister turned to glare at him 'What it's just old habit die hard huh? I mean obviously you would have read about it, is there something you haven't read about. At least you look like us now; you were beautiful before but now you're Zabini beautiful, it doesn't get any better than that. We're merlin's gift to the world we are.' Amara just sat there and laughed.

'The Slytherin talent of narcissism will never fail to amaze me.' Amara yawned. Alyssa picked up on her daughter's fatigue.

'Ok come on now, we can talk in the morning. Today has been tiring for us all. Out you go Blaise, come on we need to sleep now.'

Amara smiled at her mother. Blaise walked over to Amara and kissed her on the cheek and said good night. She hugged him and wished a good night's sleep too. Amara climbed into her bed.

Celso and Alyssa tucked her in and kissed her good night. As they were about to leave she whispered good night. Still afraid to call them mum and dad; but she would soon.

Over the next week Amara got used to the manor. Blaise was her own personal tour guide; they got along so well. You could often find them in some corner of the manor laughing and talking. You wouldn't be able to say that the two had only just met a week ago. Amara could definitely say that the library was her favorite place.

She loved it. Today she walked over to her father's study. She knocked on the door and walked in, she had only been her before once, it was a beautiful study, there were many books. With a large desk and huge window that had a breathtaking view of the gardens. It was big and impressive; she was in love with it.

'Come in Amara. Sit down.' Amara did as she was told.

'Is this about me legally changing my name?' Celso was still unable to believe how smart his daughter was.

'Yes it is, now yesterday at dinner you asked for my lawyers to draft up the necessary documents to change you name legally to Amara Alyssa Zabini. Are you sure you still want to do that?' Celso looked at his daughter.

'Yes I'm sure of it – daddy.' Celso looked at his daughter, he couldn't believe it, she called him daddy. He walked over to her and gave her a hug. After Amara signed the documents father and daughter walked over to the dining room for lunch.

Amara sat next to her brother where they started to talk about what they were planning on doing tomorrow. When suddenly an elf brought a letter for Celso; he read it and smiled.

'Alyssa dear it was from Lucius, they were wondering if they could join us for dinner tonight, so that they could finally meet their goddaughter.' Amara tensed when she heard this, the other Zabini's picked up on this too.

'Dear, they really want to meet you, they are your godparents, and they have changed, they don't believe in all of the blood supremacy malarkey. But if you don't want to; we can postpone it; for you.' Alyssa said gently. Amara could see how much this meant to them; and well she did want to invite some friends round; and this would earn her some brownie points with them.

'Um, okay. Yeah you can call them over.' Amara saw the effect of this; they were really happy.

'I'll make sure that Draco doesn't act like a prat to you. I promise.' Blaise kissed her on the cheek and they all settled down to eat their lunch. Celso had an elf tell the Malfoy's that they could come to the manor at seven o'clock.