Hello everyone, this is a story that I am redoing, after a while I came back to this and I thought Wow THIS SUCKED ON SO MANY LEVELS. Therefore, I have decided to rewrite this one. Side note, this story does not follow the format of the 6th or 7th book. I don't own Harry potter never will(sad face).
All the students were seated at their House tables in the Great Hall. It was the end of term, and they were all ready to go home for some very much needed relaxation. The last thing they needed to finish was the feast before they could leave for summer holiday. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were sitting at the Gryffindor table waiting for the dinner to be over. It was the end of their sixth year, well, fifth in Ginny's case, and they had so much planned for this summer at the Burrow. Hermione glanced around the Great Hall and it seemed as though everyone was itching for Dumbledore to make his end of the year speech so their summer could finally begin.
"Students, another year has come to an end, and I know that you are all anxious to leave, but I must say: keep watch; our world is ever-changing and we need to keep our friends close. But, without further ado, have a…" Dumbledore was interrupted as the doors to the Great Hall were thrown open. There, standing at the entrance, was a middle aged man with a medium build (dressed in Ministry robes).
"Excuse me, Dumbledore, for the intrusion, but by order of the Ministry of Magic, I must speak to two of your students before they are let go for the summer."
"It's no intrusion, as I was in the process of dismissing them until September, I am sure they can wait a few more minutes," Dumbledore answered. There was a faint groan heard round the Great Hall as the students realized that they'd have to wait even longer.
"Thank you sir," he said reaching into his pocket and pulling out some official looking parchments.
"I must inquire as to who the two students that you need to speak to are."
"I require a word with Blaise Zabini and Hermione Granger," he answered in a clipped voice.
Had a quill dropped, everyone in the Great Hall would have heard it, for the Hall was deadly silent. The thought on everyone's mind was Why were those two needed together?
"Miss Granger and Mr. Zabini, will you please follow him," Dumbledore said indicating with a small wave of his hand that they were to leave their seats.
Blaise and Hermione stood up and walked over to the man from the Ministry. They stepped out in to the Entrance Hall, and the Ministry worker closed the doors behind them with a very audible click.
"Harry, what do you think he needs to talk to them about?" Ron asked.
"I have no idea," he answered, a note of worry evident in his voice.
"Well whatever it is, you know she'll tell us," Ginny said, calming the both of them.
OUTSIDE OF THE GREAT HALL
"Miss Granger and Mr. Zabini, I know that what I am about to say I will come as a shock to you both, and I know that this is not the best time to tell you, but you two need to know this information before you arrive home."
Hermione looked over at Blaise and saw his face was carefully set in a mask of boredom.
"Are you going to tell us anytime soon exactly why you called us out here?" Blaise asked, his voice carrying an ever so slightly annoyed quality.
"I was just getting to that, Mr. Zabini. Two days ago there was a fire at your house Miss Granger."
Hermione gasped at his words. A fire, that couldn't be right. "Are my parents ok?" she asked with tears in her eyes.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but they did not make it," he answered in a soft tone.
Hermione screamed out in anguish as she collapsed to the ground. "Is there anyone you can get to help you though this time?" he asked her. She nodded and whispered Ginny's name. The man nodded and walked inside the Great Hall, quickly retuning with Ginny.
The redhead rushed to Hermione's side when she saw her in such a state, wrapped her arms around her, and rocked her back and forth, as Hermione cried in her arms. "What happened?" she asked.
"Her parents were killed in a house fire two days ago," the man explained once again.
Blaise look down at Hermione with pity in his dark eyes before speaking up. "Sir, I don't understand, why am I here to hear her bad news?" he asked trying to leave.
"I'm getting to that Mr. Zabini. Since Miss Granger is a magical student, when we found out about the fire, the Ministry took over the case to discern whether or not there was magical involvement. When we were on our way to inform Miss Granger, there was a bit of information brought to our attention that stopped us. We found her parents' will and in it was something very interesting. Miss Granger, it would seem that your parents, well in their words, they adopted you and they did not want you to know until after they had died."
Hermione's head snapped up at his words. She was adopted?
"It would seem that your parents, that they kidnapped you from your biological parents because they didn't want you to grow up in a world in which you weren't able to choose your own path in life. Your parents were not Muggles, they were magical. We found their wands in the debris of the wreckage."
Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing; she was kidnapped by the people who raised her. They treated her with all the love and respect she could have ever dreamed of having. They always told her never let anyone stop her from being or doing what she wanted.
"Sir, I still don't understand why I need to be here," Blaise interrupted once again.
"Well Mr. Zabini, if you would let me finish, it would seem that Miss Granger here is your sister," he said with all the subtlety of a blunt axe. Blaise, Hermione, and Ginny's eyes shot open at his words.
"WHAT?" Blaise yelled, incredulous.
"They have it in a letter that they wrote to you, Hermione," he said to her. "And as you know," he turned his attention to Blaise, "you did have a younger sister that went missing." Blaise nodded at this, he knew that already, but no one had been able to find her. "We immediately contacted the Zabini's with what we found; they are very excited for both of you to come home. But for legal reasons, before that can happen, I need to perform a quick blood testing spell to make sure we are correct," he finished, pulling out his wand.
"If you two would kindly stick out your hands, I can perform it."
Blaise and Hermione stretched out their arms as the man muttered a spell. They all watched a drop of blood come out from each of their index fingers and spin around each other before spelling out the same name.
"Mr. Zabini, you are looking at your younger sister. There is more information to tell you but we will have to wait until you are home, and the glamour charm will have to be removed. But at the request of your parents, we will not remove it until you both are at home. Thank you for your time, and again I am so sorry Miss Granger, or should I say Miss Zabini. You may head back in to the Great Hall," he said then turned to walk away.
Blaise looked down at his newfound sister, not knowing what to do. Should he hug her, tell her everything was going to be all right? He was at a loss for words.
"I'm sorry Hermione," he said stiffly before walking back into the Great Hall.
Ginny rocked Hermione back and forth as she cried in her arms.
"It's going to be alright Hermione; I will be here with you all the way. Do you want to go back in, or would you rather just go to the train?" she asked, her voice a soothing melody.
"Just take me to the train, Gin, please?" Hermione spoke in a small voice.
"Ok we will, let me just ask Dumbledore," she said.
"Ok," she responded weakly.
Ginny got up and walked through the doors.
When she came back, she helped Hermione get up and walked her to the train.
INSIDE THE GREAT HALL
Everyone watched as Blaise strode back into the Great Hall and sat down between Draco and Pansy.
A few seconds later Ginny marched back in.
"Umm, sir, can I take Hermione straight to the train? She doesn't want to come back in," Ginny explained.
"Is everything alright, Miss Weasley?" Dumbledore asked with concern written all over his face.
"I'm not sure, sir," she answered back.
"Very well then. You may take her straight to the train."
"Thank you, sir," she said gratefully before walking out the doors again.
Everyone turned their heads, waiting for him so say anything about what had transpired behind the doors.
"What happened, why did he need to talk to you?" Draco asked his best friend.
Blaise looked at his friends as they all stared back at him, waiting for him to answer.
"She…she's my sister."
Hello all, what do you all think about my story? I am going through every chapter and I am redoing it all. Please review and let me know what you think about my story idea. Please review, please.
In addition, I want to thank my new Beta A Rouge Without Her Remy. You are a great person and I am thankful that you are helping me out.
Until till next time.