I am back, new story, not an original idea but I just had to do it in my own way because other people were doing it wrong so I had to do it right. Obviously Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling, no-one can write as beautifully or wonderfully as her (except for – she is amazing.) r&r please and, more importantly, enjoy! (I will upload another chapter as soon as possible)

The blood that flowed through my veins was a chilled stream. It was not entirely the "mud" that the stupid, stuck-up purebloods liked to describe it, it was only half that way. In the life of my story I've just found out that I'm a half-blood. And my fucking mother is Mrs Zabini, of all people! Son of a fucking bitch… the only possible positive of this new situation of mine is that Malfoy can no longer gloat about how his blood is magical and mine is not.

Gone was the insecurity of not being a real part of the Wizarding world. But… what if this letter was some sick joke? To get me all excited about being something other than the know-it-all-muggle-born? But the supposed signature of Mrs Zabini looks so real and did not look feigned in any way. I looked at the mirror and I realised that I definitely don't look anything like them, I bloody well hope that there isn't a glamour charm that's been placed on me.

I liked the way I was, mentally, physically and spiritually. I was at peace with myself, breezing through classes at school, I was doing lots of reading and having the best experiences of my life, like when Viktor Krum asked me to be his Yule Ball date. But that wasn't the biggest highlight of my life. The biggest highlight of my life was that I was Hermione Granger, the muggleborn who helped Harry Potter year after year in defeating one of the most evil, dark wizards in all of Wizarding history. He was my best friend, and I prided myself on that fact because I became friends with him when he saved my life, so I, in turn, saved his. He was more like a brother than a best friend, which would make Ron take the title of my best friend. I looked away from the mirror and looked down at my crossed legs, dragging the cast-aside blanket towards me to hug it. What if they wouldn't accept me when I tell them that I'm a Zabini? What if Ron gets all hot-headed and this ruins our friendship? What about Harry? Is he going to push me away too?

Without even realising it, I had tears slowly running down my hot cheeks. I flusteredly wiped the away and got off of my bed and set the letter on fire with the vanilla candle flickering softly in front of my mirror. I then walked to the bathroom and put the letter in the sink, I wasn't going to accept this. Just because she was my biological mother, it meant nothing to me. Where was she when I was being bullied? Where was she when I got petrified? Where was she when I got jinxed by Malfoy? Where was she through all of my hardships? I furiously wiped my new tears away, I needed to get out of the house. I poured water over the burnt paper and decided to deal with the rubbish later, I walked over to my room and grabbed my purse. I picked up my purse and grabbed the three books I had recently been reading, thankful for charming it to be extended last year. "Divination and the Flaws in it Logic", "The difference between Arithmancy and Mathematics" and "The Secret River".

With a huff I marched out of the house, pausing to open the door as my parents had called out to me, asking where I was going. I creased my eyebrows, the rest of my body left immobile as I thought quickly to figure out how to handle this situation. But I was too mad to think properly, so I ended up saying "I'm going to find out who my real parents are, be back by 9 tonight."

Then I opened the door and slammed it behind me. I longed for the day I could finally use magic outside of Hogwarts, just another year and a bit. With it being the 27th of August, it was time to deal with this before the 6th year began, I was already walking to the bus stop and I had noticed a change in the weather. Clouds tumbled above in grey waves and the precipitation began. I fiddled through my purse behind a tree and reached for my purple umbrella while looking about to make sure no-one was seeing my left arm disappear into a tiny bag. After fiddling past my jacket, I reached the umbrella and pulled it out, opening it before the rain drenched more of my clothes and continued my path to the bus stop.

By the time I got there I was shivering and wished I could help myself with the use of my wand… but rules are rules. I patiently waited for the bus, sighing gratefully when it arrived 20 minutes later. Once I was inside I greeted the driver and made my way to the back of the bus where I would have the needed privacy to pull a book out to read. The bus was about to start moving but it stopped suddenly, making me instantly curious and I stood up to see what was going on at the front of the bus, seeing a strange woman apologising. I couldn't hear them talking but I assumed that there was a fuss over the fare. Instead of wasting more time on this useless issue, I went back to reading, sitting and delving into the pages.

"Is anyone using this seat?" A sophisticated voice implored. I looked up and saw that woman, pointing to the seat next to me. My eyes wide and mouth open in shock I tried to bring myself to disprove her statement.

"Would you mind if I used I then?"

"Not at all." I said, with as much politeness as I could muster.

"The Secret River? Might I suggest When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit as your next read? It's another contextual novel you might enjoy." I was struggling to figure out why this woman wanted to sit next to me at the back of the bus when I was trying to read, I turned to face her.

"Thank you for the recommendation, but I have a very long list of books to get through." I looked at her face, her eyes has a sceptical aspect about them as though they had seen many things and were constantly seeing flaws in everyday things or perhaps people. I also noticed that she was completely dry, although had no umbrella.

"How come the rain didn't drench you?" I asked, trying to not sound snobbish.

"Well, I might show you if you depart with me, I find these muggle modes of transport quite uncomfortable." Once again my eyes widened in shock at this woman. She handed me a piece of parchment, written on it with careful writing that I recognised was "Mrs Maria Zabini".

This made me uncomfortable. This would mean that she was stalking me. I shuffled away from her and looked down at my book, deep in thought. Why would she bother with me now after all these years? If I'm finally happy with myself as I am then she shouldn't have the right to take that away from me whether she's my mother or not.

"I have somewhere to be." I said and closed my book, making my way to the front of the bus, pressing a button on the way and held the book tightly in my right hand whilst my left gave me balance with the help of a nearby pole. I refused to cry. I refused to accept this new life. I didn't care if it would have advantages. I was happy with the life I was living.

The bus slowed down and I felt a little more relived at the fact there was less rain, I grabbed my umbrella from the in-built basket I left it in. I prepared to open it with my left hand and thanked the driver.

Where was I? Damn. I looked around and saw a street sign. 'Beginning Pde'. Unfamiliar. The rain pelted onto my umbrella, making me scared of it breaking and leaving me defenceless to the elements.

"Need help?" A now annoying voice asked.

"I'm quite alright, Mrs Zabini."

"Nonsense. You're flustered and you're going to get sick, let me help."

I only considered the offer because I was out of options. I didn't want to break any magical laws by apparition while underage but I didn't want to accept her help.

"Fine. But I need to get to the ministry." I could hear her smirk in her small chuckle, I felt my stomach flip and I could feel bile building up in my throat as I spun through space, my head thrown about. Somehow I kept my grip on my book but my umbrella was lost.

The spinning stopped and I could have puked if I had eaten anything. "Would you mind giving me a little warning before making me lose my possessions!" I raised my voice at her. I shoved my book into my purse and looked at where she took me. My anger dissipated as I noticed all the priceless objects, royal-like interior. I was inside a manor. The Zabini manor, probably. I put my hand on my stomach in attempt to settle it. I knew my face was one of discomfort and I didn't care, this woman had no right to apparate me without my permission.

"I'm sorry Hermione, we both know I shouldn't have done that."

I scoffed, straightening my posture with my arms crossed and turned so I wasn't facing her.

"But there's no need to be childish. Or you could be a child and warm up to your mother."

"That makes no sense, Mrs Zabini." She laughed, genuinely it seemed. My eyes narrowed, I was becoming more and more intrigued and annoyed at her.

"So how on earth do I know you're my mother? And how do you?"

"For starters, you act very much like me."

"Bullshit." I heard her shuffle about, her heels clicking on the marble floor. The noise got progressively louder slightly and I was expecting a hex for using foul language infront of her, being the snobby pureblooded bitch she is.

A warm body was pressed up against me, arms wrapped tightly around my crossed ones. "Shhh.. there's no need to use such language, my dear. I know that you've grown up with a close friendship with two boys and two muggles to raise you as their own. I'm sorry you had to live that life. You can live with me now, with us. Do you know Blaise?" She was stroking my hair and I didn't realise I was crying until she had pulled back to wipe my tears with her thumbs whilst caressing my face.

After a minute of me not moving, she hugged me again. She kissed the top of my head and I became aware that she wasn't very tall, but taller than me. I sighed and hugged her back; it was nice to have some comfort with all my emotions rapidly changing and thoughts racing around.

"You can accept this new life, your real life, Hermione." Her voice echoed in my ears now as she whispered it to me over and over until I stopped crying.

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