One… two… three... Hermione Granger opened her eyes in front of the full length mirror in her new room, in her new house, no scratch that, manor, and was face to face with a complete stranger. Staring back at her was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, staring back at her was Hermione Faith Zambini.

That's right, Zambini. And she was beautiful; long dark brown, almost black, hair with thick ringlets at the bottom, slight wave, and bright blue eyes so deep that you could drown in them lined with thick long lashes. She was medium height and skinny, but she still had perfect breasts and hips. Damn, no one would believe that the woman standing in the mirror was once Hermione Anne Granger. Hell, she didn't even believe it.

When her parents told her last week that she was really a Zambini she initially wanted to know everything. Mainly why her parents gave her up, that answer was easy, they didn't, she was kidnapped at the age of seven, and a memory charm was placed on her and two concealment charms which hid both her physical appearance and her real identity. The charm that hid her identity could only last up to ten years, that's how her parents found her.

However once all the information was passed on to her she went into a deep depression. She had to rethink her whole life, who she really is. Soon she realized, after much anxiety, that she has been who she was the entire time, except now was a chance to change all that, or at least all the stuff she hated about herself.

So now here she was in her room, which made her old room look like a colorful cardboard box, looking at her true reflection for the first time when her mother came in.

"Sweetheart, are you alright- Oh you look so beautiful." Marianne Zambini was a sweet woman, and if she was any indication of how Hermione would look when she was forty-two then aging would come gracefully. Hermione could tell she would like this woman; she was amazing; strong, lovely, courageous and the perfect mother. In fact she could tell she would like all of her new family, including her slythterin twin brother Blaise.

"I am fine… mother, is there something you wanted?" Marianne entered her room followed closely by her father, Zachariah, and Blaise.

"We just wanted to know if you were ready to have that memory charm taken off?"

"Yes, I am ready"

A warm feeling passed over Hermione as her father mumbled a complex spell. Slowly memories flooded her like a tidal wave; pictures of her parents tucking her in at night, her mother's melodious voice singing her to sleep, her and Blaise playing in the sand box. One memory struck her like a sweet knife in her heart and filled her eyes with tears; it was right before she was kidnapped.

Flashback

A soaked Blaise chased Hermione around the playground, while Draco Malfoy kneeled over with laughter in the distance. Hermione was squealing and laughing.

"You cant catch me slow poke!" She yelled over her shoulder.

"Oh yes I can! You hit me with a water balloon!!!"

" It was Draco's idea" She turned around and yelled, but he wasn't there.

"Mia look out" Draco yelled, but too late Blaise had tackled her to the ground and was mercilessly tickling her.

Suddenly he stopped "Mia I am so glad I got you as a sister" he said hugging her.

"Yea you could have got Pansy" laughed Hermione.

"I am serious. I love you My."

End

Suddenly Hermione was tackling Blaise. " I love you too, you idiot, and I've missed you."