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Rating: M for language, violence, abuse and possible mentions of rape.

Read at your own discretion.


This whole thing started with four words. "You have a sister."

I, Theodore Octavius Nott Jr. had a sister- a little sister to be exact. By four minutes. Her name was Teresea Rachelle, but she hadn't been seen for sixteen years. You see, when my mother gave birth to us, she had one of our house elves take my sister to a muggle orphanage. My father had never known she was pregnant with twins. My mother didn't want her only daughter growing up to serve as a consort for the Dark Lord. She didn't want me growing up to become a Death Eater, either, but my father didn't give her a choice. Too bad no one bothered to ask me what I thought. I surely would have been murdered if they did. I am strictly neutral on the subject of muggleborns. I don't believe that they are trash like some of my fellow Slytherins, but I'm not a muggle-lover like Dumbledore, or the Weasleys. I guess you could say I'm indifferent. Yup, that's me; Theo the indifferent Slytherin. Just... don't tell my father. Well, enough of my rambling. You probably want to hear about my sister, and her story.

It was a cold November night...

"Mistress must push!"

Rachelle Nott's forehead glistened with drops of sweat, her curly brown hair sprawled out.

"I-I-I can't!" she squealed.

"Mistress has to. Pipsy instincts tell her Mistress must." squeaked Pipsy, the house elf, nervously.

Rachelle pushed as hard as she could, sweat beading on her forehead.

"Pipsy is seeing the head!"

A few minutes later a handsome baby boy was born.

"Mistress, you's is having another!" Pipsy yelped.

Rachelle Nott was aghast. "What?"

"Yous is having twins. Yous must push!"

3 minutes later, a beautiful baby girl was born.

"My beautiful baby. Teresea Rachelle Nott. Pipsy, you must take her to a muggle orphanage. She shan't be found out about. I do not want my daughter serving the Dark Lord."

"Yes, Mistress. Pipsy will take Young Mistress to the muggle orphanage immediately." Pipsy replied. She took the baby and disappeared with a pop!

"Rachelle!" Theodore Nott Sr. Called out.

"Yes, my love?" she replied.

"Have you had my son yet?" he demanded, eyes flashing dangerously.

"Yes." she replied, scared.

"Good. He shall be named after me. Theodore Octavius Nott Jr. When he turns sixteen he shall serve the Dark Lord. Correct, my pet?" he asked leering at Rachelle, showing this was not up for debate.

"Yes, my dear." she replied dutifully.

"Good. Now make me dinner." he demanded.

Sixteen years later, Theodore Nott Jr. had no intentions of becoming a Death Eater.


Hermione Jean Granger knew from an early age that she was adopted. It was quite obvious. She had curly brown hair, and chocolate coloured eyes. Her 'mother' had pin-straight corn silk coloured hair, and pale blue eyes. Her 'father' also had similar, pale eyes, but, he had an odd, auburn, colour to his hair. So when little Hermione asked her parents at the age of five why she didn't look like them, well, they found it very hard to lie to her. They told her how they always wanted children but after three miscarriages they decided it would be best if they just adopted. They went to an orphanage just outside of London. They said as soon as they saw her, the knew she would be going home with them. She was laying in the nursery staring up at the ceiling. When the couple walked into the powder blue room, she looked at them and smiled. They took her home not two hours later.

Sixteen years later, Hermione had no desire to find out who her birth parents were. She sometimes wondered if they were even alive and if they were in fact, magical. If she were to be honest with herself, she found herself thinking of them more and more as of late. She wondered why they gave her up, if she had siblings, she also wondered that if in fact they were magical, which side were they on? What if she was the daughter of Bellatrix LeStrange, or some other death eater?

So it was, on August 31st, the eve of her departure to Hogwarts to begin her 6th year, that she informed her parents, Jean and Frank Granger that she would begin searching for her birth parents. As any adoptive parents would be, they were worried. Worried that their beautiful little girl would find her parents and they would want nothing to do with her, or worse, Hermione would want to live with them instead. But, they faced their fears and told Hermione, they would support her, like always, no matter what she chose.

Hermione wrote a letter to the orphanage she was left at to see if they had any records at all of her birth parents. She instructed her parents to send the reply to her via owl because she knew she would be at Hogwarts when the reply letter arrived. They willingly obliged.

On the morning of September 1st, Hermione woke up, punctual as ever, approximately four hours before she had to leave. Her parents were already up, at their dental office. Hermione made sure she had everything she would need for Hogwarts. As her half cat, half-kneazle, Crookshanks had died the summer before, Hermione had bought herself an owl. When she had entered the store, the beautiful golden-coloured eagle owl had caught her eye immediately. Even though the owl was a bit out of her price range, she had bought him, under the decision she would name him Zeus, after the king Greek god..

After making sure Zeus was secure in his cage, she carried him and her trunk out to her car. She had recently gotten her license so she would be driving to Kings Cross Station, and her parents would pick up her car later that day. As she was driving to the station, she found her mind wandering. After the untimely death of her best friend's godfather, she knew Harry would need her to be there for him. She couldn't help but feel anxious. Now that the whole wizarding world knew the Voldemort was indeed back, what would happen? How many of her friends would die before this was all over with? As she pulled up to the station and found a parking spot, she had a massive headache. All of her worrying was forgotten though as she saw the huge grins on her two best friend's faces. As she ran into their awaiting arms, she knew as long as she had them, everything would be okay. They would support her in her quest to find her parents. But buried deep in the back of her mind was a questioning doubt- what if she did have death eaters for parents? Would they support her then?


AN: So tell me what you thought. I am quite busy right now, so I don't be able to update more than once or twice a month. Please review and let me know what you thought, even if you hated it.

~Hanna