Hermione sat in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, waiting for the Order meeting to start. Despite Voldemort and his followers being dead or imprisoned, Dumbledore had insisted they keep up the meetings, for "bonding purposes." Hermione wasn't sure if it had worked. Harry, Ron, herself, and Ginny had all joined the order after the war. It was now nearly Hermione's nineteenth birthday. They had just recently graduated Hogwarts in June. Harry and Ron had joined the Auror Department, and Ginny was a Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies. Hermione had joined the Regulations and Welfare of Magical Creatures Department, and had passed a bill a while ago that had allowed werewolves to be married, have jobs, and have children.

Remus had hugged her quite tightly when he found out about it. He had resumed his teaching position, along with Sirius, who had taken over the Charms position when Flitwick retired after their graduation. It was a shock to everyone when they had gotten married, but they revealed that they had been in a relationship since their sixth year at Hogwarts. Something about their story didn't feel right to Hermione. She felt like something was being left out. They had been in a committed relationship, not married, as werewolves were not allowed to at the time, but faithful, then Sirius had been sent to Azkaban, they had gotten back together on that fateful night in the student's third year, and again after Sirius had been cleared and returned from the Veil. But she had a sneaking suspicion that they weren't telling everything, even if the rest of the Order said she was crazy.

She turned her attention to Dumbledore as he started speaking. The usual greeting passed quickly, and everyone chattered quietly as they ate. It was after nine when Hermione was finally able to apparate back to her London flat. She opened the door with her key and quickly dressed for bed. She crawled into bed and let sleep overcome her.

Hermione had been having the same nightmare since the Grangers had told her that she was adopted. They had found her on their doorstep, saying her parents were unable to raise her due to unforeseen circumstances, and they had taken her in as their own child.

She felt flames, saw them surrounding her.

"Papa!" she cried, and felt the strong arms hold her slightly tighter.

Then she felt the pull of apparition and the arms holding her loosen as she was placed into her bassinet. She felt a soft kiss on her forehead, and then she woke up. She always woke up at that part, after seeing a man's golden brown eyes shining down on her. She always tried to remember more, but she never could.

Hermione had long since decided to try and figure out her parentage. She obviously wasn't a Muggleborn, but she looked so much like John and Jean Granger that it didn't really help give her a clue. This time, though, she was even more determined to find out. She wanted the stupid dream to stop. She decided to go to Gringotts the next day for a parental test.

It was half ten the next morning when Hermione walked into Gringotts Bank, feeling a bit nervous. She walked up to the goblin at the front desk.

"I'd like to have a parental test done, please," she said politely.

The goblin nodded. "Name, please?"

"Hermione Granger," she answered. "But I'm adopted."

The goblin nodded again. "If you'll come this way."

He led her into another room and set before her a piece of parchment and a needle.

"Prick your finger," he instructed. "And let the blood fall onto the paper. It will write out your family tree. If it is in green, you are muggleborn, black if you are a half-blood, and if it is blue, you are a pure-blood."

She quickly pricked her forefinger with the needle and let a drop of blood drip onto the paper. Immediately, black ink spread across the page. So she was a half-blood, she watched as the left side of the page spelled out names in black, and the right in blue, until they came to the spot where her parents should be. She gasped when the parchment spelled out Remus John Lupin on the left and Sirius Orion Black on the right. Her name, Cassiopeia Hermione Jean Lupin-Black was listed beneath it. She stared at it wide eyed.

The goblin chuckled before turning back to her.

"Miss Lupin-Black," he said. "You appear to have been put under several Glamour charms over the course of your lifetime. I will remove them now."

He did, and then showed Hermione her new form in the mirror. Her previously bushy, shoulder length hair, was now in smooth curls that cascaded to her waist, like Sirius's but was sandy-coloured, like Remus's. Her eyes were Sirius's piercing grey, and she had his high cheekbones. She had Remus's nose, lips, and eye shape. She had grown a few inches and her figure had filled out a bit more. Her previously slightly baggy clothes now fit her perfectly.

"Whoa," she said.

"Is that all Miss Lupin-Black?" asked the goblin.

"Will I still have access to the vault under the name Granger?" asked Hermione.

"Yes," the goblin said. "It's registered name changed when yours did."

She politely thanked the goblin and exited the bank.

"I guess I have to start going by Cassie now," Hermione said. "Cassiopeia. Cassie. I like it."

She headed towards the Leaky Cauldron, intent on Flooing to Hogwarts.

"I have to tell Remus and Sirius," she muttered to herself, before she stepping into the fireplace and yelling "Dumbledore's Office!"