Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter the credit goes to J.K. Rowling. What I do own is the plot for this story.
The room grew dark as the sun went down slowly over the horizon. Hermione Granger lay on her bed, frizzy brown hair laid spread about her head. She just lay there not moving, her brown eyes starring blankly at the bedroom door. The alarm clock on her bedside table read 5:59pm.
'Only one more minute and the pain begins again,' though Hermione and sure enough when the time reached 6 o'clock the front door opened and slammed shut making the entire house rattle as Mr. John Granger came home from the bar drunk... again. This has been happening all summer since he lost his job and Hermione had a whole month before she had to return to school.
Mrs. Rebecca Granger quickly ran into Hermione's room and locked the door behind her. Hermione sat up slowly as her mother came over to her and wrapped her arms around her.
"Oh sweety," she cried, tears running down her cheeks. "There's something I have to tell you that I should have told you a long time ago."
"WHERE ARE YOU BITCH?" yelled John from downstairs. You could hear him destroying the living room. Rebecca turned back to Hermione.
"John and I aren't your real parents," she said quickly. Hermione's eyes went wide slightly. "We adopted you when you were just a baby. Your real parents feared for your life so they sent you away. They're pureblood wizards and from what I understand you have a twin brother. Here's a letter from them explaining everything." Rebecca placed a yellow envelope on the bed. Hermione stared at the envelope for a minute then looked back at her 'adoptive' mother.
"Why are you telling me this now?" she practically screamed. The two of them jumped when they heard John collide with the bedroom door. Rebecca quickly turned back to Hermione.
"Because I fear I may not get another chance to," she said as she kissed Hermione's forehead. "Just remember that I love you so much and that you'll always be my little girl."
Just then John burst through the door and stormed over to the bed grabbing Rebecca by the hair. He then proceeded to drag her off the bed and out the door into their bedroom.
"MUM," yelled Hermione as she reached out her hand but stayed in her spot on the bed. She jerked her hand to her chest when she heard slap.
"YOU STUPID BITCH," yelled John from the bedroom. Hermione sat there as she heard several more slaps then something that made her pale. A gunshot and something heavy hit the floor with a loud 'THUD'.
Hermione slowly climbed off the bed and walked to the door. She looked into her parents' room and saw John standing over Rebecca's body with a gun in his hand. Rebecca lay on the floor in a puddle of her own blood. Hermione let out a slight scream but quickly covered her mouth. John hearing her scream dropped the gun and spun around quickly, his blue eyes blazing with anger. Scared Hermione ran down the hall and started down the stairs with John hot on her tail.
"Get back here you little WHORE," he yelled. Just as she reached the bottom John grabbed her around the waist from behind. Hermione let out a shriek and started to struggle. John turned her around and slapped her across the face making her tumble to the floor. He then planted a kick to her stomach making her double over. Then grabbing a cane he started to beat her with it. Every time the cane came in contact with her back there was a sickening smack and a pain filled scream from Hermione. He hit her 10 more times with the cane then started to kick any where he could reach. After about 15 minutes he stopped. He looked at Hermione who was a sobbing heap on the floor. John let the cane fall from his hand as he turned on his heel and moved up the stairs.
Hermione's vision began to spin before her eyes, blackness was starting to consume her. But before she fell into unconsciousness she heard another gunshot and a body falling to the floor upstairs.
Three Hours later...
Hermione awoke to soft purring and something warm and fuzzy pressed lightly against her stomach. Hermione's eyes fluttered open and she grunted in pain. Slowly she moved her head so that she was starring at her stomach. There lay her orange cat Crookshanks. He was still his regular puff ball of orange but now there was white that framed his face for him being as old as he was. Crookshanks was starring at Hermione with his green eyes but slowly got up and licked at her face meowing softly. Hermione slowly rolled over and picked herself up off the floor. Bracing herself on the broken furniture and the stair railing she slowly made her way up the stairs to her room. As she reached her door she looked into her parents' room to see John lying beside Rebecca on the floor, the puddle of blood had gotten bigger and was now starting to creep into the hall. Stifling a sob with her hand she walked into her room, collapsing oh her bed. She took a hold of the envelope and read the loopy writing on the front. It read:
Dearest Mia
Hermione sat up slowly and turned the envelope over seeing a green wax seal with a 'Z' on it. Carefully she peeled away the seal and took out the yellow parchment. Unfolding the parchment and read the letter:
Our dearest Mia,
By now you must have been told that you are adopted and that, we, your parents are pure blood wizards. I'm sure that there are a lot of questions running through your head like why we gave you up. Who we are and who you really are. Well first let us say that we love you very much and had never intended on giving you up. We were basically forced. In most pure blood families children are praised upon as the soul heirs to the family name, males more than females. But at the times of yours and your brother's birth was the time when You-Know-Who was gathering members and your father was forced to become a death eater. Now when the dark lord found out that we were to be having twins he said that he would take the weaker child to consume in order to gain immortality. Since girls were said to be the weaker ones he had planned on taking you. Being a mother as I am I could not let that happen. So your father and I planned that after you and your brother were born that you would be immediately taken to a muggle orphanage to be placed in the care of muggles for your safety. We placed a long term concealment charm on you to hide your natural features. Now when the dark lord had come to take you from us we told him that you had died at birth in order to protect you. Now also to keep you a secret him we had to make a deal with a friend of ours who also happened to be a death eater. In order for him not to tell the dark lord of you whereabouts we had to betrothed you to his son.
Now enough about all that, I'm sure you are very curious as to know your real name. We named you Mia Amelia Zabini. Yes you are apart of the Zabini family. Amelia was your father's mother's name but we called you Mia as was known to be her old nickname. I am Anastasia Zabini, your father's name is Ryan, and your brother's name is Blaise. We would overjoyed if you were to come and live with us. Your brother would be delighted to see you as will we all. Inside the envelope you will find a necklace with our family crest on it and your initial on the back. We love you very much and wish you to come home. To get to our home just use the floo network to the Zabini Manor.
You loving family,
Anastasia and Ryan Zabini + Blaise
Hermione read and reread the letter about three times. She was a Zabini, as in Blaise Zabini?
'Is that why he was always nice to me during school? Did he know who I truly was? Why didn't he tell me? Well at least I don't have to worry about Voldemort anymore. The war ended at the end of our 6th year and Harry killed Voldemort. Well there is no sense in staying here. The Grangers, ha, as if they could call themselves my parents. They lied to me, they betrayed me. Told me I was their daughter by birth when I asked them when I was nine if it were possible that I might be adopted. I had asked them because a friend of mine said that she was adopted. But the lied. I hate them. I hate John. Rebecca… I still love her but I am so mad at her right now. I have no choice,' Hermione thought bitterly.
Hermione took a hold of the envelope and dumped it onto her bed. Out of the envelope fell a golden chain with a charm of an eagle on it. She gently picked it up in her hand and looked it over. On the back there was an 'M' engraved. Hermione slipped the gold chain over her head. Then grabbing her wand out of her side table she summoned everything she had and threw is into her trunk using a shrinking charm on the large things. The only things she left was the furniture. Slamming the trunk shut she put Crookshanks in his carrier and shrunk her trunk putting it in the pocket of her jeans. Walking out of her room with Crookshanks in hand she took one last look at the dead bodies of the ones who lied to her her whole life and glared. She then walked down the stairs to the fire place and grabbed a hand full of floo powder and threw it in. Emerald green flames burst into life and Hermione stepping into them.
"ZABINI MANOR," she said and in one last burst of flame Hermione was gone and will no longer be know as Hermione.