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Chapter 1: The Letter and Locket

"Hermione Dear!" my mom called from downstairs. "We need to talk yo you."

"Okay mom just a minute! I need to pack these last few things!"

"Um, honey, this is kind of important. Could you come down now please?" I could hear my mom's voice break, so it must have been very important.

Oh no! Grandma hadn't died had she? She was in the hospital because of Cancer, and the doctors had said her days were numbered. I dropped the skirt I had been about to put in my trunk and sprinted out of my room and down the stairs. I found my parents downstairs at the table. My dad has his arm around mom and mom was sniffling into a crumpled tissue. I was almost afraid to ask but I forced the question past my lips.

"Is everything okay?"

Mom blew her nose, stood up to walk over to me, and put her hands on my shoulder.

"I think you better sit down for this honey." A small, sad smile on her face. I sat down and tried not to worry.

"It isn't Grandma is it?" mom shook her head.

"No, it isn't Grandma. It's you."

That kinda stumped me for a moment. What had I done that was so horrible that my mom was crying. Mom saw my face and rushed to explain.

"Don't worry, it's not you, it just has to do with you."

Some of the worry was scraped away and I slumped into the chair a little bit.

"Okay, then shoot."

Mom took a deep breath, and looked at me with those pale blue eyes so unlike my own honey colored ones.

"Hermione, you were adopted."

As soon as that word, adopted, passed into the air my world stopped. What did she mean I was adopted! If I was adopted then that would mean that these people weren't really my mom and dad. That meant that my whole past had been spent without my real parents. But the two people sitting in front of me had always been 'mom and dad'. How could that all be changing right now? I looked back at my mom, then at my dad.

"You're lying right? Please tell me you're lying." I begged, not knowing what else to say.

"It is true Honey. I'm going to tell you the story and then I'll show you the proof if you need to see it."

What is this? Some weird crime fighting show? 'Then I'll show you the proof?'

"Fine." I said coldly and gave a curt nod.

"When you were 3 months old a strange looking couple in long robes showed up on our doorstep, each of them carrying a small bundle. They introduced themselves as wizards, and told us about their problem. They had had twins, but one of them was a girl. They were pureblood's and at the time they said it wasn't safe for you to stay with them, so they asked us to take you. At first we didn't believe them. We, as would anyone else, thought wizards were imaginary. But eventually we took you, promising them that we would raise you."

The first emotion I felt at this was confusion. She had a twin brother? She was born into a pureblood wizard family? After this I then felt anger. All those years of Malfoy calling her a mud blood and, she had been a pureblood all along?

"Because I don't think you would lie about something like this I will cautiously believe you. BUT, I would like to know and see what this 'proof' is."

Mom and dad both let out breaths and put sad/happy smiles on their faces. Mom reached down and picked up a small box from the ground. How I had managed to miss it, I had no idea.

"The jewelry is an old heirloom, and the second is a letter that they personally wrote to you." I slowly reached out my hand and grasped the box. I laid it on my lap and slowly lifter up the lid. On the top was a beautiful silver necklace with an intricately carved Z hanging from it. On the tip of the Z was a green gem. It was the most beautiful necklace I had ever seen. I set it back down in the box and reached in for the letter. As I opened it my heart starting beating like I was running a marathon.

Our Dearest Hermione,

At this time you should be at least 18. Hopefully your adopted parents have shown and explained to you what has happened. Let's start with our names. My name is Lucinda Zabini, and my husband is Richard Zabini, your brother is Blaise Zabini, and your real name is Hermione Lucinda Zabini. We are so sorry for not raising you, but the Dark Lord was just rising, and because you were a girl it was not safe for you to be around. Blaise does not know about you, so when you come visit us, he will obviously be as surprised as you probobly are. When you finally read this send an owl to us, and we will work something out. Please wear the necklace. It has been passed down through the woman in the family, and since you are now, and have always been a member of this family, I would like you to wear it.

All of the love that we posses,

Your Mother and Father

I set it down in the box and once again pick up the beautiful necklace. I timidly clasp it around my neck and look at the Z. Z for Zabini. Blaise is my twin brother. WOW is all I have to say to this situation. I raise my head and look at my former parents.

"How am I going to contact them? I don't have an owl."

Mom wiped away the tears and walked over to the kitchen carrying a cage with a sleeping owl in it. Since when did we have an owl?

"We contacted them earlier, and they sent him to us for you to use."

I nodded and stood up, grasping the handle of the cage in my hand and the box under my other arm.

"I'm going upstairs to think, and then send the letters." They nodded and I gave them each hugs before speed walking with the bird up to my room.

As soon as I got to my room I locked the door, set the cage on the ground, and slid down the door to the ground with my head in my hands. After a couple minutes the first tears started to fall. I was going to miss my addoptive mom and dad. They might not be my real ones, but they had been for the first 18 years of my life.

I cried for a couple more minutes before fiercely rubbing the tears away and standing up. I walked over to my desk and took out a piece of paper and a quill. How should I start it? Mom and dad, mother and father, or Mr. and Mrs. Zabini? I took a deep breath and started to right the letter that would enevitably change the rest of my life.

Dear Mother and Father…..

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