Hermione's PoV

Less than three hours ago, I woke up believing that it was going to be an ordinary day, but boy was I wrong. I woke up at 9:15, like any normal summer morning. I checked the owl post to see if I had any mail, and of course I had a little. A letter from my boyfriend, Ronald Weasley, a letter from my best friend, Ginny Weasley, and one from the boy-who-lived-without-any-common-sense, Harry Potter himself. They basically said all the same things, the burrow was lonely without me, although I didn't understand that, there's like ten people living in that house, Mrs. Weasley wished that I would come an visit, and that George is doing better even though his brother and best friend died not even a month earlier. I placed the Daily Prophet on the kitchen counter and turned around at the screeching sound of an unfamiliar owl. I ducked just in time for the owl to land on our dining room table behind me with a letter in his beak. I took the letter from him, gave him a treat, and sent him back to where he was from. . I opened the letter and read it. It was anything but what I expected. The letter said...

Dear Miss Granger,

Miss Granger, this letter is from the Zabini family. An elite pureblood family, you've probably heard about us, but back to the point. You went to Hogwarts with our son, Blaise, who is in your year and in Slytherin. We will be stopping by for a visit around 10:30 a.m. today with our son. Tell your parents that the Zabini's are coming and they will explain some, and we shall explain the rest when we get there. We will see you soon,

Sincerely,

Xavier and Alexia Zabini

I was shocked. Who did they think they were, telling her that they were coming without her consent. It didn't matter now, seeing that by then it was 10:20 and she still had to get ready and tell her parents. She walked into the family room and saw that her parents were already sitting on the couch with a similar looking letter in their hands, held in between the two of them.

"Mum, dad," I said trying to get their attention, "Mum, dad, the Zabini's are coming at 10:30, they just sent a letter explaining that I needed to tell you that they are coming. They also said something about you explaining something and that they would explain the rest. What's that about?"

"Hermione dear," my mother looked into my eyes like it was the last time she would look at me, "your father and I haven't been completely honest with you. The truth is..."

She didn't get the chance to finish because a crack and the doorbell cut them off. I jumped up at the sound because I knew that meant the Zabini's got here. I looked down and realized that I was still in my shorts and tank top that were my pjs. "Mum can you stall while I go change? I'm still in my pj's." My mum looked at me like it was the last time she would see me. "No sweetheart it's fine," she turned to my dad, "Dan honey, can you open the door?" I watched my dad open the door and I saw a family outside. They looked like a relatively happy family, until they saw me standing in the living room. The woman who I assumed to be the mother, Alexia Zabini, took one glance at me and broke down into tears in her husband's arms. "Xavier it's my baby, my baby girl's all grown up." She muttered into Mr. Zabini's arms. I stared at the couple, and then I noticed a boy. The boy was about my age, and even though I didn't really recognize his face, he seemed awfully familiar. "Okay mum you're scaring the girl. I'll spare you the torment of reliving the past and I'll tell her the truth." The boy stuck his hand out to me, "Blaise Zabini, but you probably already knew that. Do you have anywhere we can go talk in private Hermione? That's right, I know who you are." I shook his hand and made a 'follow me' motion. I led him around the corner and up to the secondary living room upstairs while my mum and dad and the Zabini's followed in pursuit. "Blaise what in Merlin is going on?!" He looked at me with sad eyes, eyes that I've seen before but still couldn't place. "Hermione, you might want to sit down whileI tell you this. Hermione you're not-" Blaise attempted to tell her but his mother put her hand on his shoulder before he could finish. "No son, I want to tell her. Hermione dear, you're not a Granger. You never have been. You're not a muggleborn, your my daughter, Blaise's younger twin sister. We gave you to this lovely muggle family when you were born to save you from Vol...vol…" Mrs Zabini stuttered while saying the dark one's name, "he-who-must-not-be-named, he would've taken you away. You weren't safe". Now my 'real' mum and mrs granger were both crying. "Hermione dear," my mum...the woman who raised me, "I am so sorry we didn't tell you before, Dan and I, we wanted a child so badly but we couldn't ever have children until this nice lady came with you wrapped up in a pink blanket telling us to take care of you, and to call you Hermione." I could feel my legs getting weaker and weaker by the second. My apparent twin brother Blaise, which now makes since all those times I thought I heard a male voice inside my head, or why his eyes were familiar, saw that I was fading quickly. He placed a hand on my shoulder and held my hand with his other. "Mother," Blaise looked up asking, "do you want me to go take the glamour spell off of Hermione and tell her what her real name is?" My mother looked at Blaise and I and silently agreed by nodding her head. I walked my brother across the hall to my bedroom while he got his wand out, ready to undo the glamour spell that was placed on my a little over seventeen years ago…