Summary: Hermione finds out that she is Italian royalty, who just happen to be purebloods. She meets her twin sister for the first time since she was kidnapped by Dumbledore at four years old and taken to live with the Grangers. Will probably end up as a hermionexseverus.

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Chapter 1. what is going on?

I remember in my dreams what my mind has forgotten.

Hermione and her twin sister a pretty little blonde girl named Emily of four years old, were flying on there special ponies (as their father called them). They were big, beautiful, black flying horses who loved Hermione and Emily very much and protected them fiercely. 'Mione was urging her horse Moonbreak on faster and faster when they crossed the wards of the property. A blast of light came out of no were and hit Moonbreak in the chest. They were falling, the wind rushed by Hermione like she was in a tornado and then………

Hermione gasped as she sat up in bed trying to calm her racing heart. Every since she had returned to Italy, after an argument with Harry and Ron, well more of an argument with Ron while Harry backed him up, she had been experiencing the same dream and no matter what she did she would have the same one every night. Hermione was tearing her hair out, it had been a week since she had first arrived in Italy and she hadn't slept longer than two hours every night for SEVEN days. Her body was starting to shut down anad her eyes didn't even want to stay open to find out what was wrong with her. A seventeen year old does not survive very well on two hours of sleep and she was no different.

She couldn't figure out why she kept experiencing that dream. The resources in every library in Italy couldn't tell her why she would be having such annoyingly vivid dreams. Well actually every book she picked up gave an answer; the same answer, but Hermione refused to believe it. Each book, in a round about way, would mention a memory charm. Some of them even suggested that reoccurring dreams only occur when a memory charm blocks an entirely different life. Hermione had looked everywhere for another answer because it was obviously ridiculous, Hermione was a muggle born and she most definitely did not have a sister, so she kept searching even when her body threatened to give up on her.

The next morning found Hermione huddled under a blanket in Italy's central wizarding library reading about an experimental charm used to detect memory modifications. She had decided that the only way to prove that the books theory were not correct was to make sure there were absolutely no memory charms placed on her. However an experimental charm was very dangerous and to practice it herself was nearly suicide and if she did get hurt she would never see Harry again. Then she remembered that Harry ALWAYS back Ron up even when he knew that she was right. He would apologize to her for standing with Ron after they were alone but the next argument would always go the same way. Hermione loved Harry so much, he was like the older brother she had always wanted and, other than Ron, he would stand up for her if she was being picked on. But after the fight they just had she doubted he would ever speak to her again. She had always thought that Ron and her would end up sorting out their differences and get together but obviously he thought she wasn't good enough for him. He had decided that she was just kept around to do his homework and get him out of trouble and after she had refused to do a essay for him he blew up in her face. Hermione had broken down and cried during his berating of what a useless pill of filthy blood she was. After thoroughly annoying herself by thinking about Ron and Harry she decided that no one would care if she died and whipped out her wand, pointing her wand at her head and saying.

"Resectum memoirs hidium" and promptly passed out.