A/N: This is my first story and honestly its probably going to be horrible but I need something to occupy my mind. I'm not the best speller or very good at grammar so if you find any mistakes please pm me so I can try to fix them. This story will be told in a third person point of view. For the sake of this story I need you to pretend that both Hermione Granger and Blasie Zabini's birthdays are both on July 1st 1979. Also in this story Voldemort was defeated by Harry in their 4th year the night that Cedric Diggory died instead of in the war, which in this story will not occur at all. Therefore anyone who would have died after that night in the grave yard is still alive.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and a few charecters. Everything else belongs the J.K Rowling and the wonderful wizarding world of Harry Potter.
July 1st 1997
Hermoine awoke to the sound of a snowy white owl pecking at the window of her bedroom. She recognized it immediately as Hedwig.(Harry's owl) She ran up to the window and opened it allowing the sweet little owl could enter. It dropped a letter on Hermione's desk and started to prance around the foot of her beed waiting to be rewarded for her task. Hermione rolled her eyes, chuckled to herself, and reached into a treat bag on the desk next to her. She grabbed a few treats and held them out for the owl who took them gladly. Once Hedwig finished her treats she gave an appreciative hoot and flew out the window.
Hermione pulled out the chair in front of her desk and started to open the letters and recognized the handwriting as Harry's.
Dear Hermione,
I wanted to wish you a happy birthday and tell you that I miss you dearly. I wish Auror training didn't take up so much of my time. I would have loved to see you for your birthday.
I hope Hedwig didn't pester you to much for treats. She is becoming quite a stubborn owl.
I really hope that I will be able to see you soon. We haven't talked in almost a month and I miss your snarky remarks and stubborn attitude.Write me soon? Again happy birthday Mione.
Harry
Hermione let out a sigh. It was true. Harry had started Auror a few months ago. They hadn't talked much since them and not at all in the last month or so. She missed him so much. She didn't have the time to write him now because her mother would showing up at her door any minute telling to come downstairs so the could do their yearly birthday breakfast.
Almost as if on cue Hermione's mother knocked lightly on the door. "Hermione dear are you awake?" Hermione sighed. "Yes mom just give me a moment to dress and I'll be down," Hermione called to her mother. "Ok dear. There are a few people here who would like to meet you when you come down." With that she walked down the stairs leaving Hermione sitting on her bed wondering who she would be meeting. She assumed it was just some long distance relative and pushed the thought out of her head not wanting to worry to much.
She walked over to her closet and pulled out a Gryffindor red sun dress and a pair of little black boots. She quickly dressed and put on her boots. She looked at herself in the mirror above the stand next to her bed and ran her fingers through her hair. What used to be a big poffy mess of untambble curls was now soft bouncy curls that seem to just fall into place. Hermione decided she looked good enough and started to make her way down the stairs and into the kitchen.
She was in no way prepared for what awaited her. While standing on the 2nd to last step she hear a familiar voice. Not the voice of her mother or her father but of someone she new from school. Hoping that it was just her imagination and that it wasn't really him, Hermione continued her walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. Upon seeing him she froze. There was no denying, he was definitely there. Standing in her kitchen, talking to her mother was Blaise Zabini. Pureblooded Slytherin and friend of Draco Malfoy.
It wasn't only Blaise standing in her kitchen but also a couple who looked about her parents age, which she figured were Blaise's parents and a pair of twins, a boy and a girl who looked about 7 or 8, probably his siblings.
Her father was the first to notice her and called for to come over so he could properly introduce everyone. His voice breaking her train of thought and she went over to stand next to him. He gestured toward the couple and pointed to the woman who 1st and said "This is Ophelia Zabini." Then he pointed to the man "Timothy Zabini," then he pointed to the twins "And they're Alex and Rose Zabini." Her father didn't feel the need to introduce Blasie to Hermione assumingthat the knew each other. Je was correct they did know each other, not very well but they did. Blaise gave a courteous nod in Hermione's direction. "Hey Hermione" Blaise said in a low voice almost a whisper. "Blaise" Hermione said giving him a small smile.
Everyone sat down at the table and began eating breakfast. It was obvious that Hermione had no idea why the 5 Zabini's were there. Almost as obvious as it was that the 5 Zabini's knew exactly why they were there.
After a while the silence wad becoming awkward and Mrs.Granger cleared her throat before saying "Hermione there is something me and your father need to speak to you about." Hermione felt a wake of worry wash over her and she became uneasy. She shifted her weight in her chair before giving a quiet and shaky "Ok." It was her father speaking this time and not her mother "The thing is dear you aren't actually our child, you were left on our door step with a letter briefly explaining that your family couldnt take care of you. We weren't told anything of your family, only your real name."
Hermione was blinking back tears and trying to take it all in and thats when it hit her. The Zabani's were her real family. That was the only way them being there made sense but she wanted to be sure so she turn to her the women who she had thought to be her mother for her whole life and asked "What is it... What is my real name?" She heard the three oldest Zabani's draw in a breath and then heard her the Granger's say simultaneously "Mia Ophelia Zabini"
