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Chapter 1

Hermione woke up that morning feeling extremely content with the morning. The sun shone in through the window signalling her to get out of bed. As she made her way around her room to get ready for the day ahead of her, she allowed her mind to wander.

The war had ended the past June and all was well again. She had spent a week after the war ended tracking down her parents at the end of the war with the help of Ron and Harry. They had been living peacefully as the Wilkins without any knowledge of their true identities. She had restored their memories without much difficulty but they hadn't been happy with her. She had to sit them down and explain in details what exactly had been happening in the world at the time. They understood where she was coming from but they had wished she had approached them first and told them. They had been living together since then and had been getting along without any problems.

As she got out of the shower she looked in the mirror she saw a reflection that she was not expecting. There in the mirror was a girl who was almost identical to herself but at the same time slightly different. Her skin was tanner than her typical pale self and her hair had become bouncy curls. But other than that, she still looked the same. Hermione knew that some girls hit puberty late but this was simply ridiculous. No one changed this much over night.

She went back to her bedside table to fetch her wand. Once she returned to the bathroom she fully checked the mirror for any magic that may have been cast upon it. Even though the war was over there were still a few death eaters on the loose and Hermione didn't want to take any chances. She used several different spells but nothing came up each time. It seemed that the girl in the mirror was truly her.

As she went downstairs she saw her mother cooking bacon and adding it to the side of the huge pile of pancakes on the table. It meant one thing; something bad had happened. In the Granger house it was typical for the family to have a huge breakfast on days where something sad had happened.

The first time had been when she was five. Her grandfather had died and parents were unsure how to tell her. So they had cooked all her favourite breakfast items all at once. Ever since then it had become a habit for their family whenever there was something they needed to tell her.

"Mum what happened?" Hermione said urgently. "Did someone die?"

Her mother turned around at the sound of her voice. She saw the tears running down her mum's face and immediately felt her chest tighten. Her mind raced at the thought of all the possible things that could have happened. Then she noticed her father wasn't in the room. "Oh please no," she though. "Please not him.

"Mum, where's Dad?" she asked scared. "Did something happen to him?"

Her mother gave her a sad smile. "Sweetie your father is fine. There was just something that he needed to take care of this morning." She then saw her mother stare at her appearance and she remembered why she had come down so quickly.

"Mum why do I look like this?" she whispered. "What aren't you telling me?"

Her mother gave her a tight hug. "We'll talk about all of this once your father returns, I promise."

Hermione sat down at the table, frustrated at the secrecy. They had promised to tell each other everything after their memories were restored. But here they were not telling her and letting her think of all the very worst possible scenarios of what could have happened. Her mother tried to get her to eat in the meantime but she couldn't. Not when she knew that something had happened.

Just then she heard a pop in the living room. Hermione rushed there expecting to see Ron, Ginny or Harry; after all they were the main people who visited her. But nothing could have prepared her for who she saw.

There was her father. But he was not who she was surprised to see. It was the couple with him. Hermione recognised them as the Zabini family. But even that was not what shocked her. It was the fact that Cecilia Zabini looked similar to the girl Hermione saw in the mirror that morning.

"Does someone want to explain to me what is happening?" Hermione said loudly, her voice quivering.

As they sat down at the table Hermione looked at her parents. "Tell me now. No more avoiding it. What is happening?" she demanded.

Her parents looked nervous. "Hermione there was something we had been meaning to tell you for some time now, but we were never sure how to do so. Hermione, we love you so much and we want you to remember that okay?" Her mother said. Hermione looked worriedly at them.

"Hermione about seventeen years ago we had been trying to conceive for a child. But sweetie, we realised that I couldn't have children. But the two of us didn't want to give up so we began to explore other options."

Hermione closed her eyes, knowing where this was heading. And she didn't like it one bit.

"Sweetie, you're adopted," her father told her gently.

And just like that her entire world turned around. Everything she knew about herself and her life had been a lie. She was left feeling unsure of who she was and what her life meant. She felt her walls of knowledge crumble down around her. Hermione Granger was not a person who didn't know things. It was one of the things she prided herself on. So how hadn't she known this. But then again, she was no longer Hermione Granger now was she?

"Why did you keep this from me?" she asked, her voice shaking. "We promised to tell each other everything. You guys were so angry with me for lying to you and doing what I thought was best, but you lied to me! I had a right to know. Did it ever occur to you that maybe I wanted to know why I was so different? Did you think that I wouldn't notice that I barely look like either of you? I noticed but I tried to make excuses for it," she said, now near tears.

Her mother embraced her softly and Hermione felt more unsure of herself than she had in a long time. She pulled away from her mum as she turned to face the people in front of her.

"I suppose you are my parents?" Hermione sniffled as she asked the couple in front of her.

Mrs. Zabini gave her a smile. "Yes Hermione, we are," she said as she reached out for her hand. Hermione wanted to pull away out of both anger and pain. So many thoughts were running through her mind at the moment.

"Why?" she asked them finally. "Why did you give me up? Why are you coming to find me now? Why did you keep Blaise but not me?" she asked them trying not to allow her voice to break. It was so overwhelming for her and she wasn't sure how to react to the news.

Her biological parents must have heard the hurt in her voice for they looked at her sadly. "Hermione we always wanted you. If it were up to us we would have kept both you and Blaise."

"So why didn't you?" she asked them.

"Voldemort was watching my pregnancy very closely," Mrs. Zabini explained. "He was trying to ensure he would have a newer generation of Death Eater's to join his cause. We approached Dumbledore secretly about it. We never wanted anything to do with their cause but because of our blood we were some of the first he approached. Dumbldore told us he would try and hide both of you safely away. But some complications arose. Lucius was watching over us closely and before we could fake Blaise's death he took him straight to the Dark Lord. But he didn't know about you Hermione. He didn't know that I was also pregnant with you, so we made sure the plan could still go on for you."

Hermione saw the tears roll down her biological mother's face and new that this was just as hard for her as it was for Hermione.

"Dumbledore gave you to the Granger's, a family he knew was anxious to try for a child for themselves. He put a powerful spell on you which would alter your appearance slightly so no one would know you were related to us. It also changed pieces of information about you that could give you away, such as your birthday. It would have been too suspicious for you to have yours on the same day as Blaise," Antonio, her biological father, said.

"Since the war ended we knew it was finally safe to find you. We went to Dumbledore and he told us that the spell would wear off on you 17th birthday. He also led us to your parents a week ago. We have been in contact with them since then and decided it would be best to tell you today."

She allowed herself to take in all the information that they had given her. Hermione had seen them a couple of times over the years but never had thought anything of them. They were just another pureblood family. She knew that they were not necessarily evil just because they were purebloods. While their son Blaise had been in Slytherin he had not once called her a mudblood as the rest of his house had. But she still had not given him a second thought. It seemed strange to her that someone who was so unknown to her was now her twin brother.

"Am I supposed to live with you?" she asked them hesitantly.

They gave her a smile. "Hermione while we would love to know you, we understand if you want to continue living here. These people have been here for you during a time when we couldn't. We just wanted to tell you the truth. But what you chose to do is completely up to you," Mr. Zabini said.

She looked at the people who had raised her for their opinions. Both her parents gave her a smile. "Sweetheart, we will accept whatever it is you choose. But do not stay here for us alone. You have always been curious about new things, so take this opportunity to learn about your world and your parents," her mother reassured.

She looked over at the people who had given her up for her safety. "I want to come with you and live with you guys. But I also want to be able to visit them whenever I want to," she said with a gesture to her adoptive parents.

Her biological parent's smiles could not have been brighter. "We would never ask for you to give them up. But we are so happy that you want to come with us."

"Does Blaise know about me?" she asked them. She was a bit nervous about what her brother had thought about her. Ginny had often described him as cold and a person who would choose to stay by himself.

"We told him about you as soon as the war ended. He was just as angry as you were. He knows who you are but he doesn't know who you were at Hogwarts," Cecilia said to her. "Since he found out he had been pestering us to go find you."

Hermione smiled at the thought. She had a brother who wanted her. While both Harry and Ron had always been brothers to her, it wasn't the same.

"You said that the spell changed my birthday. Does that mean that today is my birthday since the spell wore off today?" She asked curiously.

"Yes it is Hermione. And I can probably guess your next question. Yes your name is Hermione, we named you. Your full name is Hermione Annabella Zabini," Cecilia told her.

Hermione looked at her stunned. "How did you know that it was my next question?"

"Because I would have asked the same thing," she said with a smile.

Hermione helped clear up the dishes before going upstairs to pack up her things. Her entire life had been in this room. She was always Hermione Granger, the muggleborn who was the brightest witch of her age. But now it had all changed. She was a pureblood. Something she never thought was possible. The status change hadn't meant anything to her, but it meant that she had a family history in the wizarding world. She knew that she would always cherish the muggle part of her life, but now she could have both aspects.

She went downstairs with all her stuff firmly packed into a suitcase magically. She had also shrunken it so it fit in her palm. Her biological parents escorted her to the fireplace. She took a deep breath before dropping the powder and being engulfed in the green flames. "Zabini Manor."

A/N: A new story! Let me know what you guys think about it.