What if during first year Harry had met a girl with brown, but not frizzy hair. A girl with brown eyes, with a heart shaped face? Well he met Hermione Granger, and she is a bit different then what we all know.

"Happy Birthday honey!" my parents exclaimed. I loved them, but even though they were dentists the sugar free cake was a bit much. It was my 15th birthday, July 30th. I had my birthday right before one of my best friends, the boy who lived AKA Harry Potter.

"Thanks mom, dad, this is great," I told them. I never actually got my gift on my birthday, at least not the one from my parents. I would get to pick something out later, whatever I wanted from wherever I wanted.

"Hon, I know this is your special day, but we need to tell you something, something very important," I looked at my father in surprise, what could he want to tell me? "Hermione, when you were just a bit older than one year old we found you on our doorstep. We found a note attached to your blanket. We adopted you, and loved you like our own, but you aren't. We are actually you aunt and uncle sweetheart," I took all this in, I accepted it. Logical reason told me that this wasn't a joke, but somewhere inside, deep under my concise thoughts, I felt that I always knew.

"Who are my parents, well my biological parents, because you two will always be mom and dad really? No body can ever take that away." I asked rambling until I realized this fact.

"Sweetie let us just explain a bit first. Believe it or not we have always known about the wizarding world. We knew you would be a witch, because we knew your parents very well. Though your dad and I aren't wizards we are rather well known in the wizarding world. We never did anything, but my cousin, your mother and her husband, your father, did something rather remarkable. So did your brother, and though you were never marked nor mentioned, for the better I believe, you, you did too. You are twins with one boy. I think you get the picture now," She finished as I came into understanding. It was no wonder I had always felt such a strong, but completely non-romantic, relationship with him.

Harry Potter was my brother.