AN! Ok so I am reposting this entire story (up to chapter 6) because I have made little changes along the way to finally posting chapter 7 which had been 2 years in the making! REPOST DATE 18/01/2019

This is set from the summer before 6th year.

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Chapter 1: I'M ADOPTED!?

Hermione Granger was happy. She had great parents, a great education and the greatest friends she could ever ask for. Altogether, her life was great. That was how she felt that Tuesday morning. She was home for the summer holidays, yet always got up early in order to see off her dental practitioner parents.

She went about the day as she would any other. She rolled out of bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she slid her feet into her slippers. Reaching over, she grabbed and slipped on her thin dressing gown, leaving it open (it is summer after all). Padding her way across the landing, she went in to the bathroom to give her face a quick wash. Once she had dried off, she pulled the headband from her head and readied herself to inspect the bird's nest of hair she would have to attempt to tame later that morning.

She raised her head and opened her eyes, only for them to widen in shock. The bird's nest wasn't there. It had been replaced by sleek waves, almost straight, and it was now jet black. Hermione stood there for a while, her mouth gaping like a fish out of water. The shock had taken away her speech function.

Meanwhile downstairs in the kitchen, Hermione's parents; David and Jean were sitting eating their breakfast.

"What's taking Hermione so long this morning, dear? She's usually down by now," Jean said, looking over at the wall clock.

"Let the girl rest. It's her summer holidays, she'll be down when she's ready." David replied, not taking his eyes off of his newspaper.

"I know, but she's always down by now. Her breakfast will spoil any minute."

"She'll be down soon. I heard her go in to the bathroom a moment ago. Stop worrying..."

"MUUUUUUUUM!?"

"Stop worrying, you say." Jean put her bowl down and made to get up, only to stop when she heard rushed footsteps down the stairs.

"Good morning, honey. How did you slee…" David began.

"What has happened to my hair? Mummy, I swear I didn't do any magic or use hair dye." David and Jean shared a knowing look. "What? Why are you looking at each other like that?" Hermione looked between her parents nervously.

"Hermione, you might want to sit down. We have something to tell you." Jean said, placing her hand on Hermione's arm.

"What are you talking about?"

"Just sit, love, and we will explain everything." David said, folding his newspaper away.

Hermione sat down slowly, her eyes down, too scared to make eye contact with her parents.

"Fifteen years ago, a man with a white beard and funny clothes turned up at our door holding a small child. We had no idea who he was at the time, but he knew us. He told us that the child was in danger in 'his world' and that only we could keep her safe. We were unable to have children so I jumped at the chance to have a child," Jean began, a dreamy look in her eyes.

"You mean..."

"She had the darkest hair I had ever seen, just like the night sky. She was beautiful. We invited the man in to the house and he handed the little girl over. He then pulled out, what looked like, a twig and waved it over her. Suddenly she looked like a member of this family. Her hair lightened and curled more, her face resembled me when I was a child."

"We were told that we were not allowed to tell you anything, but seeing as this has happened, I guess we have no choice."

"So you're telling me that Dumbledore took me from my real parents and I'm adopted? You can't be serious." Hermione was getting angry at the thought. How dare he take her away from her family before she even had a chance to remember them and have a connection to them.

"We are, and we are so sorry." Jean said. She was crying quite hard now.

Hermione got up and walked around to hug Jean. "No, don't cry. It's not you I'm angry at. It's not your fault. You didn't take me away, you looked after me." Hermione pulled back and looked in to Jean's eyes, "no matter what, you raised me. You made me who I am today and I am proud to call you my mum. And dad."

"Oh Hermione, that means so much to us." Jean threw her arms around Hermione, now sobbing uncontrollably.

They stayed like that for a while, until Jean had calmed down. Hermione then went to hug David, who kissed her forehead. Hermione returned to her seat, her mind racing. She had one certain question roaming around her mind, but she was unsure of how to phrase it. She didn't know whether it was even fair to ask it. Hermione pondered while Jean clattered around the kitchen making tea. She carried over a tray to the table, receiving thanks from the other occupants and they sat in silence until…

"Who am I?" Hermione asked timidly.

"I wish we could tell you," David said, placing his hand over Hermione's. "Dumbledore didn't tell us who your parents are, he only requested that we call you Hermione."

"Oh. Ok. Well, I'm going to get dressed. I'm not very hungry anymore." Hermione got up and headed to the door.

"We love you, Hermione." Jean said, still looking solemn.

"Yeah. You too." And with that, she made her way upstairs.

I'm adopted. Dumbledore took me from my parents. Why? Why me? What happened back then? I need to know. But how? Hermione stepped under the shower head and felt her body relax as the warm water ran over her skin. Physically, she was in heaven but her mind was lost in the wilderness. How could she find out who she really was? She stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her, using another to dry her new hair. It's amazing. So easy to manage.

It was a nice day so Hermione selected a short-ish sundress to wear. Turning to face her full length mirror, she noticed a flutter behind her out of the window. Turning back, she saw an owl approaching with a letter clutched in its talons. Opening the window, the owl swooped in and landed on Hermione's desk dropping the letter beside it. Picking up the letter, she recognised the Gringotts seal. It was addressed to She Who Is Referred To As Hermione Granger. Hermione tore open the seal and read the letter.

Dear Miss Granger,

We have become aware of the recent changes to your appearance. We, the Gringotts Goblins request your attendance as soon as possible. We will be able to answer any questions that you may have regarding your true identity. Please send a reply informing us of when you will be able to attend. Bring this letter with you as verification of your appointment.

Until Then,

Fireclaw

Head Goblin of Ancient Family Vaults and Inheritances

Gringotts! Why didn't I think of it before!? Hermione quickly grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill and scribbled a reply informing Fireclaw that she would be there within the hour. She then began to run around her room, grabbing everything that she would need and put it all in to a small hand bag. She stood in front of her wardrobe trying to decide on a cover up, finally choosing a white cardigan, putting it on as she made her way downstairs. Her parents were just gathering their things to leave for work. They looked Hermione over, their question looming in the air.

"I just received a letter from Gringotts bank. They know everything and have asked me to go in. They know who I am." Hermione said, practically bouncing off the walls with excitement and nerves.

"Oh that's wonderful, dear," Jean said, the smile not completely reaching her eyes. Hermione frowned. "No really, it's wonderful news, good luck. Will we see you at dinner?"

"Of course. I'll see you later." And with a kiss to each of their cheeks she left, calling the Knight Bus to take her to the Leaky Cauldron.

Once in Diagon Alley, Hermione weaved through the morning crowds and straight to the large marble building. She headed up the steps, through the doors and up to the desk of the first available goblin.

"And how might I be helping you today, young miss?" The goblin's long fingers wrapped around the edge of his podium, his long nose pointing out like Pinocchio.

"I'm here to see Fireclaw. I believe he is expecting me." Hermione passed the letter up to the goblin, who took it in to his hands, reading over it.

"Oh yes, miss. Please follow me."

"Thank you." Hermione muttered as the goblin passed the letter back.

The goblin walked down the steps from his podium and gestured for Hermione to follow him. They walked right through to the end of the main atrium before reaching a set of large cherry wood doors. The goblin motioned for Hermione to stand back. He ran his left index finger down the centre of the doors and placed his right palm on the door. Several clicks were heard and the doors opened to reveal a large room with row after row of goblin made armour and weaponry lining the walls. At the very end of the room, sat a desk, behind which sat a goblin in a throne-like chair.

Fireclaw raised his hand and beckoned for them to approach. Hermione felt so intimidated during the long walk. Once she made it, Fireclaw motioned for her to take a seat in front of him.

"Thank you, Griphook. That will be all." He said. Griphook bowed and quickly left the room, the doors closing dramatically loud. "Miss Granger, I am pleased that you decided to come in sooner rather than later. Please allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Fireclaw, the Head Goblin for the Ancient Family Vaults and Inheritances department in Gringotts bank."

"A pleasure to meet you, sir. And I must say, this room is magnificent." Hermione said, craning her neck to admire the vaulted ceiling.

"Why, thank you. It is not often that a wizard compliments a goblin."

"We are all magical beings, why shouldn't we be treated the same?"

"Noble words, Miss Granger, but I am afraid that is just the way it is right now. That aside, may we get down to business?"

"Oh, of course. My apologies."

"No need. Now, sometime last night, we were alerted of the change in your appearance. We were previously unaware of your true identity as there were some powerful spells and charms that had concealed your true magical signature and identity until now. From what I can see, the powerful glamours concealing your true self began to break down last night which allowed our goblin magic to know that something untoward had occurred. We are still not completely aware as to your parentage yet, but we can perform a short ritual that will allow us to discover which family you truly belong to."

"Aren't rituals painful and time consuming? I read about them once and…" Hermione began fearfully.

"Some are, yes. But I can assure you that this particular ritual is very quick and relatively painless." Hermione's body deflated as the tension left. "All we require is a little bit of your blood, drawn with a ceremonial athame. I will tell you that, depending on your pain threshold, this could be slightly painful, but this pain is not prolonged."

"When can the ritual be performed?" Hermione asked, leaning forward eagerly.

"If you are ready, it can be done in a few minutes."

"I'm definitely ready, sir."

"Wonderful. If you'll please excuse me, I must go and get the ritual chamber ready."

And with that, Fireclaw got up from his seat and walked to his left, where a small door had materialised, leaving Hermione alone with her thoughts. I'm gonna find out who my parents are. I'm about to find my real family. I wonder if I'm an only child still. I'd love to have a sister! Ok, a brother would be cool, but I'd LOVE a sister. Hermione got up from her chair and began pacing nervously. Just as her feet began to wear a pattern in to the obviously expensive rug, Fireclaw announced his return with a light chuckle, startling her out of her anxious bubble.

"Miss Granger, if you'll please follow me."

Hermione immediately speed walked over to the goblin and entered the ritual chamber. It was quite a small open plan room of white marble. The light colour making it look a lot more expansive that it actually was. There were no furnishings other than a ritual table located in the centre of the room. As Hermione reached the table, she could just make out the intricate runes carved around the edge. She was in complete awe. It was the most beautiful piece of work she had ever seen. She reached out her hand towards it; pausing to glance back at Fireclaw, her eyes asking for permission. At his nod, she leaned forward and brushed her fingers along the glistening writing. She could feel the magic caress her fingertips. It felt forbidden. She knelt down and moved in for a closer inspection, reading the runes out loud.

"'In magic, we trust.

The truth shall prevail.

Needs will be attended to.

Sacrifices will be accepted.

Power from within can change the being for good or bad,

Let the being decide'

Wow. That's insightful."

"You are very well educated with runes, Miss Granger. I must say I am impressed."

"They always fascinated me from the moment I entered the Wizarding world. I read any books on runes that I can get my hands on." Hermione laughed, standing up and moving back to Fireclaw.

"Then you know the importance of this chamber?" Hermione nodded in reply.

Fireclaw waved his hand and a silver tray appeared, hovering next to them. On it sat a large piece of parchment and a jewelled dagger. He picked up the parchment delicately and placed it atop the table. He then picked up the dagger and passed it over to Hermione.

"I'm afraid, for this ritual, you are required to slice your palm with the athame to draw the blood. You will then place your palm onto the parchment. Your blood will infuse with the parchment and reveal your true bloodline. You needn't worry, Miss Granger, as soon as the blood is deposited, I will heal your hand. Now, are you ready?"

Hermione looked at the dagger in her hand. She was shaking. She knew it wasn't fear, it was nerves and anticipation of being so close to the truth. She closed her free hand around the blade, took a deep breath and sliced. She winced in pain and quickly placed her bloody palm on to the parchment. Fireclaw immediately pulled her hand towards him and healed her hand. She only felt the healing, she was concentrating too much on the parchment to really notice whether she was still bleeding or not.

The blood was absorbed into the parchment and slowly returned to form red calligraphy. Hermione leaned closer as the truth was slowly scrawled out.

Adopted daughter of David and Jean Granger

Adoptive name: Hermione Jean Granger

Birth Parents: Giovanni and Maria Zabini

Name: Harmony Giovanna Zabini

Twin sister of: Blaise Giovanni Zabini

Glamours placed by: Albus Dumbledore

Magical Signature altered by: Albus Dumbledore

The dagger dropped from Hermione's hand and clattered to the floor.

"I'm a Zabini."