Author's Note: Okay this is my first attempt at a Harry Potter fanfic so I hope I get it right. Reviews will definitely encourage me so please let me know what you think! Good, bad, in between, let me know!
This is set in the time that the Golden Trio and my dream boyfriend Draco would be going into their sixth year.
We're going to say for the sake of this story that even though Blaise's mom was married 7 times and whatever, we're going to say that she knew which one was Blaise's father and they have a joint custody thing going on. Cool? Cool.
Love youuu =)
Desclaimers: JKRowling owns all this Harry Potter, I'm just borrowing her world for a little while =) and the title is from the song With Me by my boys in Sum 41
"Don't touch him!" Hermione screamed; her panic was making her voice loud and its pitch high. It was so dark she couldn't see anything.
She didn't know who the boy was; all she knew was that she needed to protect him at all costs, if he fell victim to this wretched war she knew she would lose everything.
He was her everything.
"Hermione, run!" The boy screamed but her feet couldn't move, his voice was almost familiar. Her mind was trying to come up with every possible way to get them both out of this alive but she was coming up blank.
"No!" she yelled and that's when she heard the shrill laughter coming from the other side of the room. She didn't notice that the threat had moved seeing as she still couldn't see and she was still too focused on trying to protect the boy with her mind. Hermione shook her head and focused on this person alone.
"Isn't this precious?!" she mocked and she clapped her hands together, "Protecting each other and all, it would be better if you just gave up."
"No. I won't give up, I won't let this go," Hermione declared. Laughter came from another spot in the room now. The boy's breathing became heavier and she knew she had to save him.
Hermione was listening and using the vibrations in the floor to circle with the enemy, whoever she was. She wasn't the smartest witch of her age for nothing.
She found herself inches from the boy when the voice continued, "I grow tired of this, AVADA KEDAVRA."
In the milliseconds that it took for the spell to reach the boy on the floor, Hermione had thrown herself in the way and took the jet of green light right to her heart.
Hermione hit the floor hard and her eyes flew open. Her breath was frantic and she struggled to get her bearings. Out of necessity, she slowed her breathing and allowed her eyes to adjust to the dim light of her room. "Okay, just a dream, just a dream Hermione," she chanted to herself.
"Honey, are you okay?" Mum came running into my room with her nightgown and slippers.
"Yeah, just a nightmare," she managed to reply, though her heartbeat was still racing and the fear was still so real.
"Are you sure honey? Do you need anything?" She was still nervous and she knew she only had a few weeks left before Hermione went back to Hogwarts.
"Yeah Mum, I'm fine." Mrs. Granger gave her daughter a slight smile and hit the light switch before backing out of the room.
Hermione's eyes found their way to the clock on the wall, 2:37 a.m. Ugh. She grunted in frustration and disentangled herself from the sheets before she plopped herself back onto the bed. The sweat on her forehead told her that she didn't get much rest before her nightmare and something told her she wasn't going to get much rest now. The fear and the overwhelming desire to protect- someone, seeing as she didn't know who she was supposed to protect, was still so strong that she lay for hours looking up at her ceiling trying to figure it out.
Sleep came about fifteen minutes before someone started yelling downstairs, Mum? Mum never yelled.
Hermione threw on her bathrobe and wrapped it tightly around herself. Mum was clearly screaming at somebody and she was curious to figure it but before she went into the bathroom and ran a quick brush over her teeth and though her hair, listening all the while.
When she was done, she crept down the stairs and saw what was, clearly a middle aged wizard standing in her kitchen yelling at her mother. What the…?
He was tall and had a head of dark hair. His cloak gave his wizarding heritage away and his muscles were visible through it. She couldn't see his face but from the side you could tell he had high cheekbones and dark, dark eyes. This was someone she definitely didn't know.
Instead of revealing herself, Hermione used her secret stealth skills that were required when you call yourself Harry Potter's best friend. Her breathing became quiet and she laid flat against the wall, listening to the argument at hand.
"Why now Peter!? Why come back now!? You were fine leaving all those years ago so do what you do best and run along now!" Hermione had NEVER heard her mother talk like that.
"Relax Antoinette, I just want MY daughter to come spend some time with her father, is that really a problem!?" The tall man was saying. Who is his daughter?
"She doesn't even know about you Peter! Just leave her be!" Mum said as she clenched his small hands into fists at her sides.
"I can't stand around and watch her name be defiled with the term mudblood. She is pureblood! She is a Zabini for Merlin's sake!"
"She will NOT be a Zabini, Peter. She is a Granger now; you left her, you left ME! I will not allow her to be exposed to your games; you aren't even on the right side Peter!" Zabini… Zabini, Hermione was trying to figure out where she knew that name from. She was still trying to figure out who they were talking about.
"How can you live like a muggle Annie!? You had so much potential, how could you give all that up!?" He asked, throwing his hands in the air.
"I am NOT that girl anymore! I gave that up when I chose this life. Magic took too much away from me!" Hermione repeated the words her mother just said in her head, 'Magic took too much away from me' What reality have I just stepped into? She thought to herself.
Thinking this was a dream, she pinched her arm and hard to squelch a squeak when it hurt really bad.
"What did it take away from you Annie!? Please just tell me!"
"YOU. It brought you to her and it took you, okay? Now get the hell out of my house." When Mrs. Granger looked about ready to punch this Peter character in the face Hermione decided that it was time to make her presence known. She had a lot of questions.
She walked into the kitchen and made a point to do so deliberately. Her mother was facing her and her eyes widened, she knew Hermione heard the whole exchanged.
"What is going on?" She asked in a somewhat demanding tone.
"Oh, hi honey," Mrs. Granger put on a fake smile and tried to appear nonchalant but her mother's eyes were still tight and her fists were still clenched.
Peter Zabini took a breath and turned to set eyes on his daughter. She was beautiful he thought.
"You must be Hermione," he said with an outstretched hand. Hermione looked to her mother who just sighed so she felt okay in taking it.
"Excuse me but who are you?" She asked with mock politeness in her voice. Antoinette's eyes tightened even more if that's possible and Hermione knew she was uncomfortable.
"My name is Peter Zabini and I am your father."
Hermione just stared at him for several seconds then looked to her Mother who had tears clinging to her dark eyelashes.
"He's telling the truth." Hermione eyes widened and she grabbed her hand back violently.
"No he's not; my father is at work right now." She explained calmly.
"Hermione, honey," Peter said looking down at me with a small smile, "We should probably sit down and explain this to you from the beginning." Hermione's head was coming up with every possible scenario that would make this story plausible. You could practically see the gears whirring around.
Peter and Antoinette sat at the small wooden kitchen table but Hermione stayed where she was. What was going on?
"Please sit, Hermione, this is going to take awhile." Her mother's voice was something that her mind was trained to follow. Her feet led her to the chair at the other end of the table and she sat with a confused look in her eyes.
"Honey, you still with us?" Peter asked. Honey? Yeah, right.
"You are not my father," Hermione's shock was replaced with hurt. How could her mother do this to her? How could her mother… WAIT A SECOND!
"WHOA, Let's back this up a little bit, you were yelling about me?!" They both nodded looking like she was slow on the uptake, "I definitely heard the words 'she's a pureblood' somewhere in that conversation.'"
"Yes you did," Peter said.
"My mother is not a witch," Hermione practically snarled. "What did you do to her?!" Hermione ran to her mother and turned her so they were nose to nose, "Did he bewitch you Mum!?" She tried to run though the symptoms of bewitchment or cursing that she knew but she was coming up blank.
"What the bloody hell did you do to her?!" She said whipping out her wand and pointing it in dire accusation at their guest.
"I'm not under a spell or potion honey," her mother explained, "I never meant for you to find out like this!" Mrs. Granger was crying in earnest now, she clung to her daughter and Hermione held on tight trying to stop the shaking, "I'm so sorry Hermione! I didn't want you to be in danger; I did it to protect you! I want you to understand!"
Hermione peeled herself from her mother and held onto her shoulder and looked at her right in the eye. "Tell me Mum."
"I'm a witch honey, you are a pureblood." Hermione's eyes widened and she dropped her hands from her mother's shoulders. She walked to the sink and turned on the ice cold water without a word. When she was satisfied it was cold enough to threw a handful into her face, then another.
"What are you doing?" Peter asked.
"Trying to wake myself up." Hermione didn't turn when she said it and she threw another handful into her face before she felt like her skin was peeling back. It wasn't painful it was like she was coming out of a cocoon. "What the bloody…"
She trailed off when she raised her face to the mirror; she wasn't the same person anymore. Her hair was long, straight, and so dark it was almost black. Her eyes turned ice blue and her cheekbones seemed to rise. She realized she was at least an inch shorter. If you looked really close you could tell it was her, you needed to look really, really close though.
"What-!?" She couldn't finish the thought because her mouth fell open when she saw her mother pointing a wand at her.
"Mum?" She sighed but seemed to be more in control of herself. Hermione gasped when Peter went to stand next to her and she saw the two together. She whipped her head toward the window and stared at her reflection before turning back to them.
Peter and Hermione now shared the same dark hair and high cheekbones. Her height was now almost identical to her mother's and she acquired the glacier blue eyes of her mother that she always longed for. She was now a perfect mix of both of her parents.
"When you were a baby…" her mother started, tears forming again in her eyes, "I cast my last spell," she choked out this part, "I wanted to hide you from the life I ran away from, I didn't want anyone to know you, I didn't want you to get caught up in everything."
Hermione wasn't going to comfort her mother, she lied to her. She was surprised however when Peter came and placed a hand on her mother's shoulder and she leaned into it.
"I never thought I'd have to reverse it!" Hermione turned to her reflection again and ran a hand through her straight hair. It was so different. She took a breath and turned back to her mother and apparently, her father.
"Why are you here?" She asked him with venom in her voice.
"I want to know you Hermione, you are my daughter, you are Hermione Zabini and I'd like you to embrace your place in my family and in our society," he said it with a smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes. He was slightly charming.
He sighed now and closed his eyes before answering, "I've been looking for you since your mother ran away with you, this is the second time I have ever seen you. She kept you well hidden," he finished.
"Is that true?" She demanded. Her mother nodded head but recovered and threw her head in the air.
"This is enough. You go to your room now, YOU," she pointed at Peter, "Get out."
"Why don't you make me," he said with a playful smile. Mrs. Granger was having NONE of that.
"GET OUT!" She screamed, pointing her wand at him, he put his arms in a surrender position.
"Okay, okay, I'm going Annie, but Hermione, I'll see you again soon." He turned to leave but that's when it hit her.
"Wait, Zabini!? As in, Blaise Zabini!?" She was rewarded with a dazzling smile.
"He's your brother," was all he said and with a loud crack he was gone.
Hermione turned toward the kitchen and sighed when she saw her mother with her arms on the table, head thrown on them. "Mum," she asked quietly.
"Sit down honey, we have a lot to talk about."
So we've been outnumbered raided and now cornered
It's hard to fight when the fight ain't fair
We're getting stronger now find things they never found
They might be bigger but we're faster and never scared
You can walk away, say we don't need this
But there's something in your eyes says we can beat this
Taylor Swift - Change
Ending Note: Okay, well I'm from the US, clearly, so if the language is kind of weird I'm sorry I'll try harder.
Anyway, I know this may have been boring and informational but it was necessary. There will be some better stuff in the next chapter I promise.
Please let me know what you think! Review and I'll love you until the day I die. =)