Hey everyone! So I'm trying to get back into creative writing so here I am! This story has been wiggling around in my mind for a while so I decided to write it. Hope you all love it and let me know what you think

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Harry Potter, or it's characters, the only thing that I've got is the plot of this story.

Hermione Granger had always found hard work rewarding, that was until, she tried to clean Number 12 Grimmauld Place. The old house gave Hermione the creeps, it had ever since her fifth year when she had stayed there. The walls covered in portraits of disturbing Purebloods with pale haunted faces and dark steely eyes, all who would stare at her with hatred for her lineage, another wall covered in the mounted heads of house elves who had served the Noble Black House. She shuddered at the glassy eyes that seemed to follow her as she walked through the dark house.

Despite the darkness that leaked from the walls of the house, Hermione Granger was a witch of her word and she had promised Harry to help him make the house liveable. Besides, today would be the day Harry would need her the most. They would be cleaning Sirius bedroom. Sirius...Sirius was Harry's godfather, the closet that Harry would get to his deceased parents. Tears welled up in her own eyes as she thought about the lively prankster who had inhabited this home before it was passed on to Harry.

Hermione herself had been close to Sirius, he watched over her and he talked to her not down to her like many adults had done. She sighed passing by his study, memories flashing through her mind's eye. She shoved them all away, taking deep breaths to calm herself as she got closer and closer to Sirius's bedroom. Swiping at her eyes twice, removing the tears that threatened to flow down her cheeks. With a deep breath, she pushed the door open.

Harry was already there, sitting on Sirius bed when the door creaked open. He smiled weakly at his best friend who had become more like a sister.

"Hey," her voice wavered ever so slightly betraying the thick emotions rolling in her as she returned his smile. Harry pushed himself off as she continued on, "you ready?"

"Yes...no...I mean I'm as ready as I possibly could be I have put this off long enough haven't I?" Harry said rubbing his hand off on his pants, trying to rid the sweat that had gathered there. He looked into her eyes, finding concern and worry there.

"It's going to be okay Harry, I'm here to help after all so what could go wrong?" Her cheeky grin did not betray the turmoil underneath, and Harry gave her a small smile his shoulders slumping, no longer as tense as when she first walked into the room.

Together they got started, taking down the moth bitten curtains, scrubbing the walls, checking the room for dark magic. An hour into the process Harry got distracted looking at a book that had been buried in the bedside table underneath parchments, magazines and random things that had once been carelessly shoved there.

"Whatcha got?" Peering down at the book that he palmed was Hermione, he shrugged a reply and flipped it open to find a a torn picture inside. The picture contained four people, though from the way it was ripped and then taped back together it was safe to assume it once contained more. One the right side of the picture was a tall teenager, his sandy hair fell over his face, skimming his eyesight but not hindering it. He was pale, but not sickly so. His face was graced with silver scars but that wasn't the focal point of his face, rather his bright eyes were. They were gentle and filled with happiness as he beamed at the camera as he was pulled into the picture by the witch to his left and as the picture was torn Hermione assumed he had someone else to the right of him as well, someone who he had had his arm around. Her attention was dragged back to the witch who was standing to the left of the sandy haired man. The witch had peaches and cream skin, completely unblemished. Everything about her was bright and vibrant. Her smile was big and blinding, showing off her straight white teeth that was encased in pink lips. Her almond shaped eyes were framed by dark lashes, but her vibrant green eyes pulled Hermione in and the happiness shining in them was contagious and hermione felt herself begin to smile as well. Her red hair was tossed over her shoulders and over the arm of the man next to her.

This man was holding the witch tightly and he was grinning while throwing a wink at the camera. His dark hair fell in waves around his face, coming to an end just below his chin. His skin was pale and his features were aristocratic, completely with the haughty grin and steely grey eyes that were reminiscent of molten silver. His other arm that was not holding the witch had pulled another man into the photo. This man was tanner than the others and was taller than the witch and the man with aristocratic face, but shorter than the amber eyed one. His dark hair curled gently and appeared messy and windswept rather than like he just rolled out of his bed. Perched precariously on his nose was a pair of glasses that encased his hazel eyes that seemed to stare straight into her soul.

"The marauders" Harry breathed out in shock as he stared at the picture. It was a muggle photo, as Hermione shook herself away from her shock that she had felt when she had stared at the photo.

Tearing her eyes away from the photo again, Hermione moves to look through the rest of the box. Inside were more photos, a few notebooks. Harry reached in his fingers curling around a scroll to find Sirius's Hogwarts Diploma. Taped to it was a wizarding photo of Sirius when he was younger running up to Professor McGonagall and giving her a kiss on the cheek. A watery chuckle passed through the two teens as they smiled leaning into each other for support.

They continued to sort through the box until the find a folder in it. Opening the folder up, it was overflowing with parchment with notes written on it and newspaper clippings and pictures.

"What is this?" Harry muttered curiously as he eyed the folder and its containings.

"I have no idea, what are the newspaper clippings about?" Hermione asks him as she reads over the notes. Last seen when we were three ? House showed no signs of break in ? What could these notes mean, who or what was he talking about, these were all questions racing through Hermione's mind.

Harry's eyes widened considerably, "H-he had a twin sister," he thrusts the papers into her vision line, "she went missing when she was three."

Hermione skimmed the page, as she saw a picture of young Sirius clinging to a girl standing next to him as the caption read "Black heir and heiress celebrating their third birthday."

"Merlin, Hermione, look at this!" Harry quickly shoved a different piece of paper into her hand, and it read:

Black Family Celebrates Their Heir and Heiress

On November 3, the Black family celebrates the birth to twins. Orion Black as head of the family told us at the Daily Prophet that himself and his wife are excited to raise their young kids and could not wait for their coming of age as we expect great things from them. The Black children were born late in the day, Sirius Orion being born at 9:37 p.m. while his younger twin Hermione Walburga was born at 10:13 p.m. We congratulate the Blacks on the birth of the twins and we wish them the best on behalf of all the wizarding world.

Hermione stared in shock at the paper. Harry spoke before she could,

"We should bring these to Andy, she'll know what to do with them." Hermione just nodded, it was after all, just a coincidence that she shared the same name as Sirius's sister. First of all she was 20 years younger than him, and they looked nothing alike. But why was her heart racing and her hands clammy as her amd Harry made their way to the floo, this was nothing right?

Shaking her head, she followed Harry into the fireplace watching as bright green engulfed her and then spit her out.

The bright green tossed her out into the living room as she straightened up she caught sight of familiar messy black hair and wavy brown of her two friends.

"So what did you two need help with?" Andy never was one to beat around the bush.

"We found something at Sirius's when we were cleaning, and we wanted to see if you knew anything about it." Harry began his eyes darting between the folder in his hands and Andy's face.

"Well?" Neither Harry nor Hermione said anything just yet. Harry gulped and wordlessly handed her the folder, watching her face as she began to flip through it.

"What do you two think about it?" Andromeda was staring at them, but it felt more like she was peering into their souls as she searched their faces.

"I'm honestly not sure what I think about it." Hermione said, her voice wavering slightly as she toyed with the locket around her neck.

Harry glanced at her, "I think it's a bit weird that Hermione has the same name as Sirius's sister but other than that I didn't know what to think." Andromeda nods seeming to accept these answers.

"It was the one thing that destroyed Sirius, and it happened before he could even grow up. Sirius and Hermione were always together after they were born, Sirius had been protective of her, even when they were so young. He would wail if she was taken from him, and he was always holding her in some way. Then, a month after their third birthday, she was just gone. No one could find out what happened, it destroyed Sirius and Orion. The first thing he did when he became an auror was reopen Hermione's case, he looked through everything and was desperate to find something, Kingsley even let him keep the case files that were not absolutely necessary for the ministry to have. I think he spent most of your fifth year relooking at the case. He never was able to get over losing her, he always told me a part of him was missing without her." Andromeda had tears in her eyes as she remembered how defeated her cousin was over the loss of his sister.

Hermione and Harry were also tearing up at the memory.

"That's awful." Hermione whispered, her hand covering her mouth.

"When he first met you, he couldn't help but think, is it her? We, myself, Remus, Minerva, we told him it was impossible, you couldn't be his Hermione."

"But what if it's not impossible, what if you are her?" Andromeda and Hermione's eyes snapped to Harry, mouths dropping open.

"I'm a muggleborn, I'm 20 years younger, I look nothing like him, take your pick about why it's impossible." Hermione said, eyes still wide from the shock.

"But you were adopted Hermione, what if somehow you are her?" He shot back quickly.

"Y-you're adopted?" Andromeda stuttered, her eyes turning to Hermione in shock. Hermione blushed and nodded.

"Could it be?" Andromeda muttered, and suddenly she disappeared and a loud rummaging could be heard in her study. Five minutes passed before she appeared with three things.

"Hermione will you prove it's not you?"

"H-how?" Her brown eyes were wide and a little scared and nervous.

"I have a potion, it's a lineage potion, you just have to prick your finger and drip it into the potion and then the potion should write your family on this piece of parchment." Andy's eyes were staring into hers, begging her to do this, to give her peace of mind.

Hermione's voice was barely above a whisper, "yes."

Hermione was handed a needle and the potion in a goblet. Sitting on the couch, goblet perched in front of her, Hermione gently pressed the needle into the skin covering her left pointer finger, and waited until the bead of red blood appeared on the pale skin.

Holding her finger above the goblet, she watched as the blood entered the liquid making it a pale pink instead of the sickly red it was before.

Andromeda grabbed the goblet and gently poured a small portion onto the center of the parchment and Hermione, Andromeda, and Harry watched with bated breath.

One, two, five, thirty seconds had passed and nothing had happened. Until the pink liquid seemed to flow out over the parchment before it settled deeply and as it was absorbed by the parchment, words began to shine on the paper.

Name: Hermione Walburga Black, changed to Hermione Jean Granger upon adoption

Birth Mother: Walburga Black (pureblood)

Birth Father: Orion Black (pureblood)

Birth Siblings: Sirius Orion Black (Twin Brother), Regulus Arcturus Black (Younger Brother)

Adoptive Mother: Emma Granger (muggle)

Adoptive Father: Daniel Granger (muggle)

Blood Type: Pureblood

Air. That's what Hermione needed. She couldn't breath, all she could do was stare at that unforgiving parchment as it told her that she was not who she thought she was, she was not Hermione Granger. Her entire life was a lie. Who even was she? Why was she adopted? Why was she given up? Why was she so much younger? Why-

"BREATH HERMIONE!" Harry had grabbed her shoulders and gave her a firm yet gentle shake, cutting off her thoughts as he pulled her in and hugged her muttering to her softly, "you're okay, you're good, come on Mione it's alright."

"Why?" Hermione's soft one word reply cut straight through to the two people in front of her as she clung to Harry tightly. Andromeda pulled both into a hug and stroked Hermione's hair.

They stayed like that for a while, just calming Hermione. Taking a deep breath, she softly spoke, "Why don't I look like him?"

"Probably a glamour charm, I could try to remove it if you want?" Andromeda's voice was soft and soothing and watched as Hermione nodded, almost looking frightened. Her wand was in her hand quickly as she murmured the old latin and watched as the her magic wrapped around the girl and the shift in her appearances began quickly. Her bushy brown hair softened until it fell into softer curls, framing her face rather than taking over. The once light brown color was now much darker, reminding them of coffee as it bounced with her curls. Her skin, paled considerably and was unblemished. She did not change at all in height, meaning she was on the shorter side, however her body changed gently so that her hips widened ever so much and her chest grew another size. Her eyes, when opened were a soft grey, inviting. Her pink cupid bow lips were being gnawed on, a nervous tick that she wasn't able to drop as she had her eyes squeezed shut scared of her new appearance.

"Wow" Harry breathed out as he watched her.

"W-what?" Hermione asked still looking nervous.

Andromeda smiled, "You look fine sweetheart, open your eyes for us." Putting her faith into her friends, Hermione let her silver eyes open and looks around the room finding the mirror and gently took in her true appearance.

"I look so much like him…" Hermione's voice trailed off as her fingers ghosted over her skin and she looked at Andromeda and smiled shyly. Harry hugged his friend tightly. As she looked at him nervously she sighed looking back at her reflection forlornly.

"What's wrong Mione?" Harry murmured into her hair.

"I wish he was here, I wish I had my brother Harry." Her voice cracked, and the pink lip quivered as silver blurred behind a veil of tears that had welled up in her eyes.

Neither noticed Andromeda slip out as Harry comforted her over the loss of her brother who she never truly got to have. Hours passed but Harry and Hermione did not move from the couch, instead they sat there holding each other as if their lives were dependent on it.

When morning came, the pair stretched out from the couch and looked up at they realized they had fallen asleep at Andromeda's.

"Andy?" Harry called out experimentally, to see where the older witch had gone.

"In here Harry," her voice called from the kitchen, "you and Hermione should come here." The two teens made their way into the kitchen to the sight of Andromeda leaning against her counter.

"You're going back to him." Her voice was soft but firm, confused looks flashed her way.

"What?"

"I am going to deage Hermione, and I a going to send you pack to Sirius. I can only deage you until you were fifteen, but I will send you back to his fifth year."

"How is that possible" Hermione eyes were alight with the prospect of learning something new, and excited at the prospect of seeing her brother.

Andromeda just waved her hand conspiratorially, "Black family spells and all that, they come in handy for something. Now, will you do it?"

No pause was given before her resounding yes, Harry watched from the sidelines as Andromeda waved her wand in large extricate motions before Hermione, her voice in loud and clear french. As light strands began to flow around Hermione, he watched as she suddenly became about two inches shorter. Her body still held her womanly curves, her chest did not seem to change as much, instead her hips seemed to be curvier than before. However nothing much changed that much as she went from seventeen to fifteen.

"Now what?" Hermione;s voice rang out through the room.

"Now I am going to knock you out, and send you home, are you ready?" They watched as the fifteen year old's face steeled and suddenly they forgot she was fifteen, she looked every bit the war heroine that she was.

"I don't want to wait even a second longer, my life was taken from me." Her voice was dark, but her eyes were alight and with that Hermione's world became nothing but darkness as she fell into a dark sleep.

Woo! Chapter 1 is done! So I have ideas about who I want everyone to end up with but I'd love to hear your input so review, pm, whatever you wanna do! Thank you so much for reading