Disclaimer: There's a zombie la-wn! There's a zombie on your la-wn! ARGH! ALL RIGHT! ALL RIGHT! Harry Potter doesn't belong to me… happy?

A/N: I've said before in my other story (one of them), that I will or will not (most likely too) put this story on hold for now, until I get bored of the other one.

P.S. Let's see who can get bonus points (for nothing…XD) for whoever can guess where that little bit from the beginning came from.

This will be rated M for now. FOR NOW! Probably won't change it.

Lights! Camera! BRAINS!

Angelion Twins

It was the beginning of September, Hermione Granger stood with a group of people in the front of the Great Hall inside of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was going to be sorted into the four houses, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. She didn't know which she wanted, but she knew she didn't want Slytherin.

'Rose Ginger!' shouted Professor McGonagall.

After a few seconds, she heard a shout from the funny talking ragged hat.

'RAVENCLAW!' it shouted.

At last it was her turn, she took a deep breath and prepared to step up onto the first step.

'Zack Greenwood!' continued Professor McGonagall.

What? Shouldn't I have been there? Between those two names?

Distantly, she heard the hat shout, 'Hufflepuff' for Greenwood, but she didn't care, she was trying to figure out why her name was skipped.

Am I not supposed to be here? Did they miss me by accident?

But inside her heart, she knew that Hogwarts' magical children list was never wrong.

Suddenly, the quiet murmur of talking stopped abruptly. She looked up and saw Harry Potter looking nervous as he walked towards the hat.

It was so quiet that you could clearly hear a pin drop if one did.

A couple minutes later, there was a small amount of words issued from the ragged and ripped hat followed by a loud shout.

'Very well then, not Slytherin eh? Fine then. GRYFFINDOR!' it exclaimed.

There was an eruption of screams and shouts from ecstatic Gryffindors, she vaguely saw at the corner of her eye two medium sized twin red heads jumping up and down shouting 'WE GOT POTTER! WE GOT POTTER!' over and over again.

When it finally died down, she heard McGonagall clear her throat and continue on.

She opened her mouth and closed it slowly. She slightly frowned. She almost looked confused. She saw her look at the old man known as the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.

Then she turned back to the hall and said with a small amount of uncertainty to the people in the hall.

'Hermione Potter!'

She looked up and scanned the crowd of first-years to see who would step up. She looked around too, and she rested her eyes on Harry Potter, who looked just as confused.

After a half a minute or so, Professor McGonagall spoke up.

'Is there anyone by the name of Hermione here? If so, please step up. There is no one else by the name of Hermione on this list.'

Startled, she stared in slight confusion and bewilderment at the old lady up front.

It's alright Hermione, you can do it. It must be some mistake after all.

She took another deep breath, and stepped up a step.

She heard a collective gasp from the other students.

She hesitated, but then continued and stepped up and looked up at Professor McGonagall.

She seemed to be taking in the sight of her, and then caught herself, and said, 'Sit down on this stool then.'

Trembling, she sat down and almost shrieked when something covered her eyes.

'Well, well,' said a voice in her ear.

'What do we have here? Great bravery I can see already, coming up when everyone was staring with you, I think you got more attention then Mr. Potter! Great loyalty when it comes to friends…Very bright, sharp, and resourceful mind. Cunning too…'

She distinctly heard a gasp from the audience. Then she realized why.

The hat had said all this out loud. Which from what she read in Hogwarts, a History, she could be all of the four houses.

Not Slytherin, not Slytherin.

'You too? Fine, no point in arguing with you. Hm? What's this? Layers of magical enchantments? I can't get in! Girl, find someone to get rid of these!'

What? Magical Enchantments?

'Yes! But for now! The sorting…Hm…I think I'll go with your strongest characteristic.'

'GRYFFINDOR!' it shouted out loud for everyone to hear.

For a few seconds, there was complete silence.

Then, the first one to regain his composure and start clapping was the Headmaster.

Then gradually, the entire hall erupted in shouts, yells, and applause, save the Slytherins and Severus Snape.

For some strange reason, Harry Potter was staring straight at her.

Professor McGonagall pulled the hat of her head and she got up and walked towards the Gryffindor table.

She took a seat beside Harry Potter, and looked at him.

The sorting had resumed, but no one was really paying attention to it anymore, they were all staring at either Harry or Hermione.

There was an awkward silence between the two for a while.

He spoke up after a while.

'I thought…you were a Granger?' he asked.

'I am! Or I think I am…' she replied quickly.

'Then maybe it was wrong…'

'No, it can't be Hogwarts' is never wrong.' She replied immediately.

The table was trying to listen in on their conversation.

She lowered her voice and asked quietly.

'Is there a way of finding out if we're actually related somehow?'

'Not that I know of.' He replied.

They looked up and noticed that the sorting had ended and the Headmaster had stood up to say a few words.

'There is a time for speeches, but now is not it. All I have to say are these few words: Nitwit, Oddment, Blubber and Tweak! Now dig in!' he finished at sat down.

She didn't know if she was supposed to laugh or not.

She settled with not saying anything and eating.

About midway through the dinner, they felt a tap on their shoulders.

She looked up and saw Professor McGonagall looking down at them.

'Please come and see me in my office in the Transfiguration room on the first floor after dinner please.' She looked up at the head table where Dumbledore was talking quietly to Snape.

'Regardless of what the Headmaster says.' She finished at then abruptly turned at strode quickly back towards the head table. It appeared that she didn't want Dumbledore to hear or see what she was doing.

They looked at each other shrugged and then went back to eating.

After a while, everyone was finished with dinner and they turned to the Headmaster as he stood up to talk.

After his small speech about rules and reminders, including something about the corridor on the third floor, he proceeded to wave them off to there dormitories, and left.

They looked at Professor McGonagall as she brusquely walked pasted them and whispered something to them softly.

'Password to my office is 'nobility'.'

She walked on without waiting for an acknowledgement or response from either of them.

They worked their way through the crowd to the direction where she had went and finally managed to get through, getting pressed and pushed this and that way for two minutes.

They ducked out of sight of everyone else and rushed along to the room which read Transfiguration on it, and they entered into a dark room.

Hermione immediately clung onto Harry and held his hand and pulled him closer to her. Contrary to what the hat had sad, she was scared of dark places.

'Hermione?' he asked, concerned.

She bit her lip, closing her eyes and urged him forward with a gentle push.

He obliged and led them through a bunch of desks to a door with a light seeping out from under it.

He whispered the given password, 'nobility' and the door creaked open.

He gasped in surprise.

'Magic is awesome!' he exclaimed.

She opened her eyes a tiny bit and was relieved to see a well-lit room around her.

Slightly embarrassed, she let go of Harry's arm and sat down on an offered chair that Professor McGonagall had transfigured.

She watched as the Professor closed the door with a wave and decided to look around the room.

It was a warm and comfy circular office, with some pictures, black and white ones, of most likely her family.

Just then, Professor McGonagall spoke.

'Harry and Hermione. So it's true…' she trailed off, wiping what seemed to be a tear with her sleeve.

Hermione immediately asked, 'What's true?'

'Harry, have you heard the story of what happened to you and your parents?'

He nodded solemnly, 'I have a vague idea.'

'Well, there's a part of it I can guarantee that you haven't heard. It appears that Albus hid this fact, from everyone.' she said as the question formed on his lips, 'apparently, he didn't want it to leak out. Harry, when your godfather, Sirius Black, now in prison, mind you, found you, he found you hugging your twin sister.'

'Let me continue, ask questions later. The two of you were split up, for your safety. Your sister was given up for adoption, and adopted by a nice family.' She paused, unsure of what to say.

'The famed Boy-Who-Lived, was in fact not the only one who survived that night, his sister, Hermione Jean Potter also survived.' She looked straight at Hermione when she said that in a strangled and choked voice, trying to fight back tears.

Hermione looked at Harry. Harry made no indication of trying to cover up his shock.

Instead, all she saw in his face was a mixture of emotions. He subconsciously had placed his hand onto hers, and was gripping it tightly.

'You mean…that I had a sister? All along? When I thought I had no family that loved me…My Godfather in prison?' he asked quietly, looking straight at McGonagall as he said that.

'Yes and yes. Sirius Black was sentenced to a life time sentence in Azkaban, the wizarding prison, guarded by Dementors. He was sentenced, falsely, of betraying your parents to You-Know-Who.'

She had expected him to ask what Azkaban was, but the boy remained silent. She could see tears pouring down him.

'You mean…Dumbledore… was hiding all this from me? My sister…everything?'

'The person next to you is proof,' she responded quietly.

He burst into tears.

Hermione, being a very caring person even though she was never liked in her old school, immediately laid his head down on her shoulder.

Professor McGonagall simple gave the two a grim smile and spoke to Hermione.

'I will bring him to the Hospital Wing, where I will ask Madam Pomfrey, our nurse, too lend him a bed, and perhaps,' she paused to glance at Harry 'a Calming Draught.' She finished.

'Professor McGonagall?' She turned to look at her.

'May I…stay with him for the night?' Hermione asked as he looked at a sobbing Harry.

A twisted smile was seen on the Professor's face.

'If you wish, Ms. Potter, if you wish.'

She guided the two of them through the dark corridors of Hogwarts at night.

Hermione looked down at Harry, who had cried himself to sleep.

Then she remembered something.

'Professor? What did you mean be, 'falsely' sentenced?'

'I don't think Sirius Black could have betrayed your family when he was not the Secret Keeper of the house. The Potter family had began to not trust Albus Dumbledore, so told me in confidence that they changed the Secret Keeper of the Fidelius Charm from Sirius Black to someone else, someone they did not tell me.' She responded.

'Do you know what the Fidelius Charm is?' she asked.

Hermione nodded.

'I read about it in a book.'

More silence as they walked towards the Hospital Wing, only snoring from the portraits could be heard.

'Professor? Did Sirius Black have blond hair?' she asked suddenly.

Hermione could make out a frown on her forehead.

'No, he had black, why?'

'Did he…have a nickname of some sort?' she continued asking.

'I recall his closest friends calling him…Padfoot, I believe.'

'Oh.' She stopped talking to think.

'Then it couldn't have been him then.'

Up ahead, Professor McGonagall stopped abruptly.

'What? You have proof?'

'Well, I vaguely remember two people entering my- our room, one with a dark cloak covering his face and…a short and round face with buckteeth and blond hair, and the one in the cloak said, "Get behind me Wormtail."'

The look on the professor's face was clearly astonished.

'Y-you remember?' she asked, stuttering.

'Yes.' She responded.

'Proof…But they might not trust you…We'll see. Harry first.'

They had reached the Hospital Wing.

As soon as they stepped through the door, Madam Pomfrey came running out in her nightgown.

'What's wrong? Who is it? Oh! Professor McGonagall!' she exclaimed.

'I would like Mr. Potter here to stay here for the night, and be given a Calming Draught if he wakes up and starts crying again. He's just been revealed something quite a shock. Please do not tell Dumbledore about this, because he can not be trusted anymore!'

'Not tell the Headmaster? Why not?' she demanded.

'Ms. Potter would like to stay with Mr. Potter tonight please, Poppy.'

'Ms. Potter?' she looked at Hermione, 'So it's true then…'

'Yes, Dumbledore must not be trusted.'

She took a deep breath.

'Very well then, I'll go and prepare two beds.'

'Madam Pomfrey?' Hermione said.

'Yes what is it dear?' she replied hustling towards the beds and straightening things here and there.

'May I…May I share a bed with Harry?'

The question stopped her in her tracks.

'Well…' she looked at Professor McGonagall. McGonagall nodded.

'I suppose it's alright then…'

As she placed Harry down on the bed, she remembered something that the hat had said.

'Professor! Madam Pomfrey! I remember that the Sorting Hat said something about having layers of magical enchantments on me. Can you take them off?'

The two staff members shared a glance.

They both took out their wands and began to wave around her body, probing around to find some kind of enchantment.

'There's definitely something here, but I can't take it off… Ah! Got it!' the school nurse exclaimed.

Slowly, Hermione felt a tug on her, and she felt a tingly felling starting from her feet. She watched as the nurse slowly raised her wand up until the wand was nearing her head. She closed her eyes and felt something rise off of her.

There was a deep breath of intake from the two adults and the nurse handed her a mirror and spoke quietly.

'Here you go dear…' she trailed off, uncertain if her eyes were truly seeing what she thought she was seeing.

Frowning, she raised the mirror eye-level to her, and stared at her reflection.

Bushy-brown haired Hermione Jean Granger was gone. In her place, was a perfect replica of the late Lily Potter (née Evans), except for the dark brown eyes of James Potter.

Flame red hair, with brown eyes was now her new face and identity.

She truly was the daughter of the Potter family.

'I think we'll let Harry see you like this and no one else except for us…Madam Pomfrey because magical enchantments can mess up results. Me…only if you trust me.' Professor McGonagall said.

Hermione nodded.

'Ms. Potter, hold still for a second please.' Madam Pomfrey said as she waved an instrument over her.

Pausing to look at the results, she proceeded to wave it over Harry.

'Ah! Mr. Potter is older then Ms. Potter by two minutes and forty-four seconds!' she exclaimed as she read the results from what Hermione had deduced to be an age detecting instrument.

She busied herself by setting down a Calming Draught on a desk next to a squirming Harry.

'I think you are tired too, young lady;' as Professor McGonagall stifled a yawn, 'go on to bed now.'

She nodded to Madam Pomfrey and Hermione and she left the room.

Madam Pomfrey herself had retreated back to her office, and had beckoned Hermione to go to sleep.

She took of her shoes and climbed into bed, wrapping her arms around a slightly crying Harry protectively, and sighed and looked into his crying face.

What a day.

End of Chapter 1

A/N: How'd ya like it? Review, REVIEW! REVIEW!!!!! Please. XD