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I woke my eyes locked on to my reflection in the red oak framed mirror my mother had given me last year. My brown hair was as bushy as ever. "I guess I better take a shower before I go down for breakfast." I got up and ran towards the bathroom picking the cloths that I had laid out the night before on my favorite pink reading chair. I closed the door and turned on the water. I waited for the water to steam before I disrobed. I took off my cloths and threw them on the floor. I jumped into the shower, the hot water cascading me. I picked up my body soap and washed. I washed off and took a towel from the rack, I wrapped it around me then dried my hair. I took my brush out and tried to get my bushy hair tamed but to no avail. I put on a pink tank top and a pair of blue jeans. I walked out of the bathroom and threw my dirty clothes into the chair. I ran down the stairs almost tripping on the last step. I walked into the kitchen and to my surprise mother, Rachel was making breakfast on the second Saturday of the month her usual spa day. "Mom why are you cooking to day, I thought you were going to the spa this morning." I asked.
"No not this time, Hermione." she said not taking her eyes off the skillets.
"Why, mom." I asked trying to see what she was fixing.
"Were having guests today." My mom said.
"Who would be coming on a Saturday." I said as walked towards the stove.
"Ohh just some old friends and their son, Hermione"
"When will they be here, mom?"
"In a few minutes, ohh and please wake your father, dear."
"Fine." I said with a sigh of defeat.
I ran up the stairs and knocked on my parent's door. It opened and no one was inside but there was an Envelope labeled Sarah Zabina. "I wonder who this Sarah Zabina is because Zabina doesn't have a sister. I walked over to the bed and picked it up.
"What is it Hermione, dear." My dad from some were in the hallway.
"Mom said to come down stairs, dad" I quickly hid the envelope behind my back and walked out of the room telling my dad that mom was having guest. I walked down the stairs this time contemplating wither or not I should ask mom about this. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I decided I would ask her. I walked into the kitchen holding the envelope in my arm.
"Mom who is Sarah Zabini?" I said walking into the room.
"Who?" My mom said finally taking her eyes off the stove.
"Sarah Zabina." I said folding my arms over my chest skeptickly.
"Will talk about it when your father comes down here." My mom said turning away from me And on queue, my dad came down the stairs tying his tie. "She found the envelope, dear. Should we tell her or wait."
"Tell me about what mom." I said.
"We should wait until the guest are here. I just don't think it's our place to tell her." My father said.
"Well I guess it's a good thing they'll be here soon." My mom answered.
"What is it, mom." I asked but all my pleas got me nothing but a just wait dear. I was just about to ask again, when I heard a loud pop from outside and Blaise Zabini came walking in. "Mom please don't tell me that he is on of our guest." I whispered afraid the words would make Blaise apper infront of her along with malfoy
"Ok then I won't tell you that he is." My mom said. With a sigh, I gave in and walked towards Blaise. "Hello it's really nice to see you." I said to the figure of Blaise in the door way.
"It's nice to see you to Gra-Hermione." Blaise said.
"Please come in my mom will show you were to seat." I said as polite as possible. "Hello Hermione, Blaise has told me so much about." A women said from under a flower covered hat. "Ow hello I didn't see you Mam." I said.
"That's okay, dear." The women said.
"My mother will show you were to seat." I answered. "Thank you." Was all she said befor walking in. I quickly took a seat opposite Blaise. We began to talk until my mom came in the room her arms laden with food.
"You need any help Mrs. Granger." Blaise said getting up from his chair.
"Yes I could and thank you. It seems your mother did raise a good son." My mom said. He quickly took the waffles, sausages, and bacon. While mom carried a plate of fruits and the drinks. We all ate in silence until my mom came to clean the table.
"I think it's time we tell her, dear Ravara." My mom said as she took her plate.
"Well I guess your right Rachel." Blaise's mother said with a sigh.
"We can't put it off for much longer.Blaise say hello to your sister Hermione or should I say Sarah." Ravara said in an almost whisper.
"What are you talking about mom she looks nothing like me or you." A confused Blaise said.
"His right I don't look a thing like you." I said.
"That's actually I good thing if you did Voldemort would have found you by now and claimed you as his daughter and Heiress to his throne, my dear daughter." Ravara said.
"Then what do I look like Mrs.Zabini I mean mom." I said.
"You'll see soon enough. Reveresla." Ravara yelled. "
What was that supposed to do, mom" I said.
"It will change the way you think back to normal. You will no longer think like you do but like a Zabini, a slytherin, with each memory you remember. You also will change in apperence a bit." My mother Ravara said.
"When should I return back to normal, mom." I said.
"I don't know when but I know it will be before you go back to Hogwarts." My real mother said.
"I'm I going to be switched to slytherine house with Blaise." I said.
"You may be but don't worry your old friends Draco, Pansy and all of the others will help you remember things either way and your friends wouldn't disown you for being a slytherin. If they do though then they were never your friends to begin with." My real mother said. Well now that's over its time for you to decide if you want to stay here or come back to Zabina manor."
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