(January 22nd 2012)

Okie dokie. So new Dramione story. I thought it'd give the "What-if-Hermione-wasn't-really-a-mudblood?" storyline a try. Takes place after the war. Everyone is going back for their final seventh year at Hogwarts. Only after a traumatic incident does a dramatic change overtake Hermione and soon she finds that her life isn't what she expected. She's actually a Zabini? Her life goes topsy-turvy as she struggles with her new identity and her new relationship with her friends, her new twin brother and worse, her brother's best friend.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters. Just this plotline.

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Chapter One

The war had been over for several months now. So many people had died. Fred, Remus, Tonks, Mad-eye Moody… Hermione would have nightmares about more people dying; Harry, Ron, Ginny… all her friends at Hogwarts just disappearing. She would wake in a cold sweat and would struggle to fall back asleep. Most of the time she didn't. Since Voldemort was killed she had this nagging feeling in the back of her head that something was wrong. She just thought it was just everything adjusting to life without the threat of the Dark Lord. So like everyone else in her grade she signed up to have her seventh and final year at Hogwarts this September. Until classes started however she decided to go find her parents in Australia and revert their memories. Harry and Ron had offered to go with her but she refused, insisting that Harry enjoy his honeymoon period (yes, he and Ginny married a month after the war ended much to Hermione's protests about them being far too young) and for Ron to spend time grieving with his family.

So for the month of July and part of August she travelled around searching for the Wilkins. Finally on August 17th she located them in the minute town of Bollon, Australia. She stood in front of their old country-style house, preparing herself to go in and reverse their memories when she heard a crash from inside. She whipped out her wand and ran to the door. She pushed it open to see a man holding her mother by the throat with a knife in his opposite, her father was already on the ground, blood pooling rapidly from his body.

"Put her down now!" She pointed her wand at the unknown man and he laughed. Clearly he didn't know what the little piece of wood could do. He moved and Hermione screamed a spell that made him shudder and fall to the ground. Her mother fell when he did and she rushed over to her only to see she hadn't been fast enough. The knife the thief had had was protruding from her mother's chest. "N-no. Mum! P-please stay with me." She tried to think of a healing spell but her mind was blank with shock. Her mother's eyes cleared from it's slight milky colour. It was clear that as her life was slipping away the memory charm was fading.

"Hermione?" Hermione clasped her mum's hand.

"Yes mum it's me. Don't talk okay. Just stay with me." Her despite putting pressure on the wound the blood was seeping too quickly.

"Love, it's okay... Just let… me go. I'll be safe… with your father." Tears welled up.

"No! Stay here mum!"

"It's alright... Just one thing Hermione…" Her mother took a deep breath attempting to steady herself. "Please forgive us." Hermione sniffed, wiping tears from her eyes.

"No mum it's my fault. You didn't do anything wrong." Her mother heaved two ragged breaths.

"It's not… your fault… please don't panic… you'll understand what I mean… when it happens… We were just… doing… what we… were told…" Her voice was fading now. Hermione cried, tears spilling down her face.

"No! Mum what are you talking about? Mum? Mum!" But the blood lose was too apparent. Her face had gone pale and it was clear she was no longer breathing. Hermione sat there holding her mother's body as sobs racked her whole frame. Then it all went black.

…

Sun pierced Hermione's eyelids and she stirred. She sat up only to find that her parent's dead bodies and the body of the thief were beside her. She started crying again. The events of yesterday washing over her with new vigour. After half an hour she had cried all her tears and decided she needed to deal with the situation before any neighbours came around. It was a crisp winter morning. She didn't bother with a jacket, she was numb anyways. A simple levitation charm followed by a digging charm she buried her parents side-by-side in their yard. She hadn't bother burning the thief in their yard, instead she burnt his body with a quick, intensive flame that left a small pile of ashes.

She stood at her parent's graves; her mind for once was completely void of thought as she stared at the fresh piles of dirt. Finally after God knows how long she tore herself away and walked back instead. With a sweep of her wand the blood and signs of a struggle disappeared leaving the kitchen as if her parents had stepped out to buy groceries. Looking around with a sigh she decided to find a bathroom to clean up her puffy eyes. She found one just off of the living room, plugging the bottom of the sink she started to fill the basin with cold water. She looked up to the mirror and stumbled back hitting the towel bar behind her. She stared at her reflection, but surely that couldn't be her reflection. She had never seen that girl in her life. Staring back at her was a girl with strong features to Hermione; the chin, the face shape and of course, her chocolate eyes. Yet the girl looking at her was tanner, with darker espresso brown (almost black) non-frizzy straight hair that framed beautiful high cheekbones and full pink lips. She shook her head and splashed some water on her face. This is just the shock. Relax; everything is fine. A minute after taking deep breaths she looked into the mirror again, only to see the same dark girl looking out at her. For ten minutes she continually washed her face and looked back up to the mirror hoping to outlook would change. But nothing changed.

She stared to panic. Hermione drained the sink and started to pace the living room. I need to get out of here. Clearly the trauma is affecting my head. You can't have possibly changed in a half day. I didn't perform any magic. I don't understand. And for Hermione to admit she was lost meant it was a huge problem. So with another last look around she turned on the spot and disapperated.

….

It was only a week away until school was to begin. Hermione had spent all her time and energy trying to figure out what had happened to her. Much to her dismay she did not return back to normal when she returned to London. She didn't tell anyone of her return, instead she checked herself into the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley under a different name while she read every book she could think of that might help her. The only thing she could tie this change to were her mother's last words; that she mustn't panic. That they were just doing what they were told.

Finally when there was just one week until she needed to be on the Hogwarts Express she decided it was time to seek outside help. She found herself in a magical lawyer's office. Rod Tilthworth was the best lawyer in the wizarding industry. Even though she was hard pressed to come up with his hourly fee she figured if she could get answers, it would be worth it. So she sat there as he pulled out some files and asked her some questions. She told him of her trip to Australia and the sudden changes to her appearance. He nodded as he listened then when she finished he spoke.

"It is very unusual to have such a sudden change occur, especially since you haven't experienced any signs of being metamorphmagus. The only explanation is that you had a spell cast on you to alter you're appearance and link it to your parents, so that only in the occurrence of death, or the original spell-caster removing the spell, would the glamour disappear."

"But why? Why hide my true appearance?" He shrugged and leaned onto his desk.

"That is undetermined at this moment. However, I will look into cases of missing persons to see if you were kidnapped. But the best way is to take a photograph and release it to the press. Chances are if you're someone's child, they'll recognize you." She nodded slowly, not really grasping the situation. "We should get it out immediately to ensure as much media time as possible." Again she nodded and a camera was brought out. A moment later a flash went and she was standing to leave. "I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help. I will contact the Daily Prophet tomorrow to get this photo out on the following day." Hermione left his office not really paying attention to where she was walking. She bumped into a tall dark man, causing him to drop his briefcase.

"Merlin, I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed as she bent down to pick up the case. The man looked angry and she apologized again.

"Foolish girl! You should have been watching where you—" He stopped mid-sentence. "Audrey?" Hermione stared at him like he had three heads.

"I'm sorry I think you have the wrong person." Then she exited the office into the drizzling rain. She walked briskly back to the inn and took some hot soup to her room to have before cuddling herself into her bed.

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~FunkyMonkey