A/N: Hello, this is my first ever fanfiction. After reading plenty, I have finally decided to write my own. Please feel free to leave reviews with any criticism/advice.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot of this story, the characters all belong to J.K. Rowling.

The Truth

Summary: "Mum, this may sound like a stupid question, but why are the Zabini's sat in our kitchen?" Hermione finds out she's the pureblooded twin sister of Blaise Zabini. She was put into adoption only weeks after she was born to protect her from the Dark Lord. Now she's 15 and it's time for the truth.

Set in the summer before 6th year, the events of DH took place in 5th year. Dumbledore's alive.

Rated: T

Chapter 1 – The Truth Always Reveals Itself Eventually.

The smell of bacon and eggs wafted under Hermione Grangers bedroom door. It was the third day of her summer break from Hogwarts and she was still exhausted from the hectic year that had just passed. Voldemort, the foulest wizard to ever live, had been defeated by herself and her best friends. It was hard to comprehend that she had saved a world that 6 years ago she didn't even know existed. Since her entrance to the wizarding world she had gained the best two friends a girl could wish for. Harry Potter, one of the most famous wizards of today and Ron Weasley had become her closest friends and together they had fought the face of darkness many a time.

"Hermione, dear, come down for breakfast." Jean Grangers voice butted into her train of thoughts.

"I'll be two minutes mum." Hermione looked around her not-so-tidy room for some tracksuit bottoms to throw on instead of her too tiny pyjama shorts that she refused to throw away; her reason being who was going to see them anyway? Spotting a glimpse of grey in between the clutter that littered her bedroom floor she delved into the pile and was victorious in her search, pulling out a pair of grey jogging pants that had a dark stripe down one side. She pulled them on and walked out of her room, shutting the door softly behind her.

Taking two steps at a time she pranced down the spiral staircase that came out in the entrance hallway of her home. Normally, spiral staircases were commonplace in stately homes and manor houses, but her parents liked to have quirky things in their house. In their words, 'it made the house seem like home'. The elements of quirkiness continued down the corridor and into the kitchen, with odd driftwood statues and famous quotes carefully written onto the walls. Some may have found the house strange, but Hermione personally adored it. From the kitchen, she could hear several voices – more than just her mum and dad. Maybe the neighbours had come round for breakfast or maybe her grandparents were visiting, she thought to herself. Hermione tentatively pushed the oak door to the kitchen open and discovered the most beautiful women she had ever seen sat at her kitchen table. The woman had deep chocolate eyes that you could get lost in, full red lips and looked liked she had been airbrushed over. Her thick wavy brown hair cascaded over her tanned shoulders and down to just before her perfectly proportioned waist. She was wearing a navy dress v-necked dress that ended mid-thigh and a fur shrug was lying on the back of her chair. When she saw Hermione her face lit up and her red lips stretched into a smile. Sat next to the woman were two men. One of the men looked about forty and had dark skin and dark brown hair; he was wearing dark pants and a pale purple striped shirt. Both this man and the mysterious woman looked of exotic descent. The other looked in his late fifties and had receding grey hair; he wore a business suit and was nowhere near as attractive as the other two. "Hermione," her mother spoke from the opposite side of the room, "This is Elizabeth Zabini, her husband Marco Zabini and err..."

"Mr Symmons, the Zabini family lawyer," The older man spoke in a formal voice, which held slight boredom deep in it. "Zabini? As in Blaise Zabini?" asked Hermione.

"Yes, Blaise is our only son. I'm glad you know of him, we hoped you would of." Marco Zabini's voice was much friendlier than Mr Symmons'was. "Mum, this may sound like a stupid question, but why are the Zabini's sat in our kitchen?" This situation was certainly one of the strangest Hermione had encountered since entering the wizarding world, Blaise Zabini's parents and their lawyer were sat in the kitchen of her house. This made absolutely no sense to her at all. "Hermione, I'm going to let Mrs Zabini explain, but remember your father and I love you." Her mother looked on the verge of tears. Maybe they have come to tell me that Hogwarts has shut down or that Blaise dislikes me, Hermione speculated in her head.

"Hello Hermione, what I'm going to tell you is going to seem absurd, but I promise you it's the truth," Mrs Zabini seemed on the verge of tears as well, "Hermione, you're not really a Granger, you're a Zabini. You're real name is Hermione Adeline Zabini - you're a pureblood." By this time, Hermione's eyes had grown large in disbelief. Her, a pureblood? This must be some practical joke made up by Blaise or the Slytherins in order to make her feel inferior to them. A silly little mud... mudblood. "When you were born, it was a dangerous time for pureblooded girls, such as yourself, and you're father and I loved you too much to put you in so much danger, so we gave you to the Granger family to keep you safe. Now that he who must not be named had gone for good, you are safe as a pureblood young lady." By this time Elizabeth Zabini or was she now mum? Had tears streaming down her perfect face. "I'm ...pureblood? I'm a Zabini?" Was the only thing Hermione managed to stammer out. Jean Granger was first to speak, "Hermione, darling, you're a pureblood Zabini, not a muggle born Granger. Mr and Mrs Zabini are here to take you to your home; your real home."

"WHAT?"

Mr Symmons saw his opportunity to speak and took it, "The adoption contract states that when the Zabini household was no longer under threat from dark forces, a Miss Hermione Adeline Zabini will return to the family home, which in this case is Zabini Manor. Hermione Zabini is no longer under the care of Jean and Keith Granger. Jean and Keith Granger are allowed minimal contact after Hermione Zabini's departure from the Granger family household. Both the Grangers and the Zabini's signed this contract. Miss Granger I suggest you pack, the floo connection out of here closes in 37 minutes."

"I guess I don't get a say in this do I?" Hermione asked.

"No." Mr Symmons answered.

"I'm so sorry Hermione..." Elizabeth Zabini's tears were still making small streams down her face.

"It's not your fault, you did this out of love." Hermione did not know how to feel about all this, it would be a completely new experience for her and she didn't have a choice, so she might as well make the most of this. "I guess I should pack."

A/N : That's the first chapter up! Was it good or terrible? PLEASE REVIEW! Sorry it's short and the next chapter will have some Hermione/Draco interaction. Also Blaise will be in the next chapter!