Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter

I awoke one morning in early June to my mother saying that her and my father needed to tell me something important. I was instantly worried and jumped out of bed, eagerly walking to the kitchen for the information.

"Good morning, Hermione, dear." My father said as I walked into the kitchen briskly and sat down at the table.

"What is it that you needed to tell me?" I asked curiously. My parents looked at each other, then at me.

"Darling, there really is no easy way of saying this… we aren't your real parents." My mother started. I stared at them in shock.

"What do you mean, you aren't my real parents?" I asked as I regained my voice.

"When you were born, You-Know-Who was at the height of his power. It was dangerous for you. You're real parents came to us, asking us to take you in desperately. You-Know-Who knew that your mother was pregnant, but he didn't know that she had twins. Asking for our help was their only option to keep you safe." My father continued.

"You knew about magic before I became a witch?" I asked, then realizing what he said. "Wait, TWINS?!" I shouted.

"Yes, darling, you have a twin brother. And yes, we knew about magic because we are both squibs." my mother said, wracking my brain again.

"Who am I, really?" I asked confidently, needing to know. They picked up a letter and handed it to me.

My daughter,

The war is now over, and Voldemort has been killed for good, making you safe once more. Your real name is Isabella Amelia Zabini. I am your mother, Celeste, and your father's name is Amile. You also have a twin brother, Blaise. You must understand why we had to do this. You and your brother are special, and the Dark Lord knew of a prophecy involving you both. It was about a set of twins born in September. He was going to kill you. Fortunately, we managed to convince him that we only had one child, your brother. There has been a Glamour charm placed on you for no one to recognize you. We have had constant correspondence with the Granger's and have always kept an eye on you. Your brother knows of you, and misses you greatly. You must understand that only one other family knows of your existance, and has always known. If you so chose, we would like for you to come home. We have missed our daughter. We love you, more than you will ever know. It is your choice. If you chose to come, just floo to the Zabini Manor, if not, please reply back.

With much love,

CELESTE A. ZABINI nee NOTT

I couldn't believe it. I was Isabella Zabini. I had a twin brother, Blaise. Zabini. Blaise. Hogwarts. Pureblood. SLYTHERIN. Oh my. It didn't even take me a moment to make my decision. I had to go back, I had to know. My curiosity was only growing and I had always felt something missing in my life.

"I'm going. Even though you guys aren't my real parents, you have raised me for almost my entire life, and for that I am thankful. You will always be in my heart, but I must go." I said, almost crying. They nodded, understanding.

I ran to my room with my beaded purse and quickly packed every bit of my belongings. Undetectable Extension charms mixed with feather light charms did miracles with packing. I was anxious. I wanted to know my family, I wanted to know what I looked like, and I wanted to know what the damn prophecy about me was about.

After making sure I looked presentable, I walked over to my parents fire place (which had been connected to the floo network) I said my teary goodbyes and stepped in, yelling 'ZABINI MANOR'.

Within seconds, I was dusting myself off in what looked like a parlor room. WHICH WAS HUGE. A small elf popped in front of me, her eyes widened with a large smile, then she popped away before I could say anything. I looked around for a second, before hearing someone running down the corridor. My eyes widened as I saw the tanned Blaise Zabini, running at me with a smile.

He instantly ran to me and hugged me. "Bells, you came back…" He said, unbelieving. I was in shock and forgot to hug him back. I wasn't used to being called my real name. "Oh right, sorry. You just found out about me." He said, detaching himself from me and backing away shyly. I looked at him for a second, feeling the connection between us immediately and wrapped my arms around him again, this time it was him who was taken aback.

"Blaise, you're my twin!" I shouted excitedly. I felt like the emptiness was being filled at last. After a second I heard more footsteps. As we broke apart, I saw a beautiful woman standing in the doorway, looking at us with tears in her eyes, and a man, whom Blaise looked exactly like, standing next to her smiling proudly.

"Oh my daughter, you are home!" She said, gliding over in tears, pulling me into another hug, this one not as hard as Blaise's bone-crusher.

"Isabella, my daughter, we have missed you so. You were so close, but so far away." The man said, joining our now family embrace. after a moment, we all pulled apart.

"Why don't we all sit, you look thoroughly shocked, my dear." The woman said, motioning to the large sofas around the coffee table. I nodded my head and walked over.

"Blaise, darling, let them know. I'm sure he has much to say to Bella." The woman told Blaise, who then nodded and stepped into the fireplace, green flames engulfing him. I couldn't hear where he said to go though. It must have been the other family who knew about me.

"So Isabella, wait, would you like me to call you Hermione now?" The woman asked curiously before continuing. I thought for a second.

"Isabella, Bella, or Bells is fine with me, I feel that the Hermione chapter of my life has ended, and this is a new chapter. I understand there is a Glamour on me as well?" I asked curiously.

"Yes, darling, we can take it off immediately if you wish?" My… father… asked. I nodded excitedly. He pulled out his wand and whispered a few words. I felt my hair grow long, and noticed my skin tone darken to a sun-kissed tan. My hair was now jet black and straight as an edge. I stood up and looked into a mirror. It was still my face, but my eyes were violet. I had never seen such an eye color. I gasped. I looked just like my mother. I had grown to about 5'9 and noticed my bosom was larger as well as my arse. I looked, dare I say it… gorgeous.

"So beautiful, isn't she dear?" I heard my Mother say in tears, coming to hug me again. "Now that that is settled, I'm sure you have many questions."

"I do. Why did you have to send me away?" I asked curiously.

"We had to protect you. You-Know-Who knew of a prophecy, another separate from the one about Harry Potter. This one said,

A twin born of September,

power beyond,

light and dark join,

as panther meets dragon,

peace will prevail.

Isabella, darling, you and Blaise were the only twins born in September. He wanted anyone with 'power beyond" and who should bring "peace" dead. If he knew that you or your brother were twins, he would have killed you both, just to make sure the prophecy wouldn't come true." My father said. My head was wrapped around the prophesy. What could it mean?

"I know it is a lot to take in right now, perhaps we should discuss this later? I believe they are here to see you." My mother said as she stood.

"Who are they?" I asked curiously.

"The only other family who knows of our secret, and before you judge, because I know you will, they are your godparents and everything they and their son did was to protect you, even if it looked the exact opposite." Suddenly I was worried. I looked as Blaise walked through the front door, holding it open for our guests. My heart stopped when I saw who walked in.

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