Author's note: Hey, y'all. Okay, I've been thinking about this story for a few days now and so I have to type it. I think I like it. I'll update my other story tomorrow probably… possibly even this one! Please review; I want at least one before I update again… lol.

Italics are either thoughts or flashbacks. I'm sure you can tell the difference between the two. If not, tell me and I'll write flashback above flashbacks and then plain ole no name italics will be thoughts. ; )

Just to go ahead and clarify, the beginning is a dance recital because Hermione, in my story, takes summer dance classes to occupy her time. And I know, this does start out like Save The Last Dance, I'm sorry.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything else that is around due to JKR's personal creativity but anything you do not recognize as hers, unless noted differently, is mine. The plot and certain characters are mine! ;) And I love the control.

Chapter One

Hermione stood nervously in line, waiting her turn for the chance to take the stage for her summer dance recital. She peered out at the crowd, searching for her parents. The rain could be heard beating on the roof and sidewalks alike. The sky was gray and story. From where she stood, cautiously behind the curtain, she could see headlights flashing by. She couldn't find her parents, specifically her mom, and that made her a bit angry.

"Michael, I'll be right back," she informed her partner before running father back on the stage after hearing the beat of Eminem's song, When I'm Gone. "Hello?" she answered it.

"Mya, honey-…" her mother began.

"Mom, where are you? Why aren't you here? Michael and I are up next! You promised to be here! I can't believe you aren't here!" she ranted.

"I'm sorry, Sweet, we're trying. It's raining really hard and the roads are slick. I had to pick your brother up from day care. They couldn't handle him. I'll be there soon, Sweet."

"Whatever, Mom, don't bother. They just called us on. I hate you for not being here. See ya," she hastily hung up and ran onto front stage.

The music started up, beginning slowly with classical music. Hermione twirled around her partner and when she came to be in front of him again, he grabbed her arm and faster beats with lyrics began to play. She danced with rage flowing through her body, making each move faster and harder. Once done, they each bowed to unanimous applause. Hermione plastered a smile on her face as she waved to the crowd and left.

She grabbed her bag and dressed into regular clothes. She sauntered into the lobby to wait for her parents to pick her up. Thirty minutes passed before she heard and ambulance speed by. Stricken with panic, she took off running out the doors and down the sidewalk, following the ambulance. Rain puddles splashed her as she stomped through them, soaking her through more than the needle-like rain currently was doing.

She thought her eyes had deceived her when she saw a maroon car crashed into a light pole on the opposite side of the street. She tried desperately to focus on her eyes on the scene before her. They were pulling out a little boy from the back. He had blood seeping from a wound on his head, and he appeared barely attached to his life. Hermione adverted her eyes to the front seats. A woman was leaning over the wheel, obviously bleeding heavily and almost dead. A man's head had somehow smashed through the passenger window; he wasn't breathing. The front end of the car was no more, but Hermione knew it was her mother, father, and brother. She ran to the ambulance, avoiding traffic to her best.

"Excuse me, you shouldn't be over here," a worker said.

"That's my family! That's my family!" she cried repeatedly.

"Who are you?"

"Hermione Granger. That's Anne, Daniel, and Andrew Granger in that car! Please, let me go with them!"

"Okay, come on, we're leaving now," he pulled her into the vehicle.

Tears cascaded down her pale face. She couldn't believe this was happening. That's it. It's not happening. I'm just dreaming… This can't be happening. Just close my eyes and count to five… 1… 2… 3… 4… 5. She opened her eyes to find that she was still sitting in the loud ambulance, watching her mother and brother slowly die. (In my story, two of the bed things plus 2 ambulance people and one relative can fit into the vehicle. Sound huge? Her father is in a different ambulance.)

Hermione was laying in the darkness of her living room. She had intently watched her mother and younger brother die a few days before, and she hadn't moved since she arrived at her house except for and occasional need to move for food, which she had placed all around her along with water. She had cried several times and now found it pointless. Letters were piled on the table, some being from her friends while the remaining were from the hospital and funeral place.

"No, Mom, don't leave me! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! I don't hate you," her voice fell to a whisper as she knew they were both slipping through, "Andy, Mom, I love you. Please, don't leave me all alone. Don't leave me! It's my fault! It's all my fault! I'm sorry!"

Tears remarkably stung her eyes as she recalled the memory for the umpteenth time.

Seconds later, there was an incessant tapping at the window.

"Oh, just give up, all of you! I'm not going to answer, damn it!" groaned Hermione as she moved from her spot on the couch to the window. She let the owl in and took a heavy packet from its holder. She gazed at it strangely before handing the owl a treat and scrutinizing it as it flew off.

She slowly opened the letter, not recognizing the neat cursive on the front that said only, Hermione. Her eyes scanned through it twice, finding it unbelievable.

Dearest Hermione,

I know this will come as a shock, and it's not a very good time to be telling you this, but you are not Hermione Elizabeth Granger as you so long believed. You are, in fact, Selene Hermione Daniels. I know you will want to know why we gave you away.

It was all part of a plan that failed. The details are confidential, I'm sorry, and we wish for you to understand that and respect it.

You have a twin sister named Helen Ginerva Daniels. You may know her. She is Ginerva Weasley to those who do. She received a letter, too. I expect both of you to be at our house tomorrow at noon. We will have lunch and talk. There is something we must tell you because you won't know how to handle it if we don't. Turn two pages and touch the emblem to remove any glamour placed upon you. (Hermione did this and continued to read.) Look at the page behind this for the location of our house. It also includes the description if you wish to apparate. We expect to see you tomorrow, dear.

Our deepest regrets are expressed about your parents.

Sincerely,

Casper and Lana Daniels

(Daddy and Mommy!)

She sat on the couch, pondering her feelings on this. Her cell phone rang. Forgetting that she was avoiding the world, she absentmindedly answered it. "Hello?"

"Hermione?" It was Ginny.

"I know."

"Yeah." Their wordless conversation filled in only a few of the answers they wished to have. Hermione, remembering the removal of the charm, jumped up and dashed to her bathroom to look into the window. "Oh my word," she claimed, finally viewing her reflection. Her skin was pale, and her eyes were a crystal clear blue with black peppered about. It reminded her of the night sky. Her hair had turned shades darker, and lengthened slightly. Sleek black curls covered her head compared to the bushy bird's nest she had dealt with before. As she examined her hair from every angle, she noticed something on the back of her neck. She turned to further examine it. It was a creasent moon shape consisting of only the black outline of the mark. "Oh… my," her phone dropped.

Author's note: Did you like it? I did. It took me about an hour to write but hey, 1,223 story words later, I'm a happy camper. I already have the next two chapters in my head. I just have to type them, but I'll probably do that tomorrow.

Please, Please review. Constructive criticism is always welcome but do not just flame the story. It's not my fault you don't like it cuz if you don't, tough, why'd you bother to read this far?