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Two very aristocratic, exotic looking people entered the room, a man and a woman holding hands. The woman was medium height with a very thin frame, but she has curves in all the right places. She has glossy, onyx waves that fall to her lower back, a deep, glowing tan, perfect rose bud lips, a small nose, high cheek bones, and starling cerulean eyes framed by thick lashes. She looked to be in her early 30's. She was gorgeous.

The man next to her looked to be the same age as her. He was tall, maybe 6 feet, he had the same deep tan as his companion, and he had very handsome, friendly features. His mouth was pulled into a blindingly white grin. He had this quality to his face that made him look very pensive, like he was in deep thought about something, and still present in this moment at the same time. He had deep jade green eyes, wrinkled at the corners, proving his grin authentic.

"Elena, these are your birth parents…" Mr. Granger gestured to the couple behind him, while Mrs. Granger tried to keep the tears from pouring down her cheeks.

"This is your mother, Alba Zabini, and your father, Callisto Zabini. They are very good friends of ours."

"GET AWAY FROM ME! Mom, Dad! Run! They're Death Eaters! They work for Voldemort!" Hermione cringed, whipping out her wand and pointing it at Callisto. She was so preoccupied with 'protecting' her parents, she didn't notice just how Callisto and Alba flinched at the mention of his name.

"Elena Zabini, you will stop this instant! Just listen to what we have to say!" Mrs. Granger shouted at her daughter, hoping they hadn't offended the Zabinis.

"You don't understand! They'll take us to him! He'll kill us!" Hermione was almost hysterical, but Mrs. Granger wrapped her arms around the girl and told her something that caused the scene to stop as quickly as it had started.

"Your father and I aren't muggles."

"You… you aren't muggles? What do you mean?" Hermione couldn't take this, she was going to be sick.

"What your mother means darling is that she and I are actually purebloods. When the Dark Lord rose to power during the first war, your mother and I wanted to remain neutral. We wanted to live a happy life away from all the chaos and turmoil. So we gave up our magic to continue our lives as muggles. The Zabinis were very close friends of ours, and when they found out what we were going to do, they asked us to take you with us. To change your name and place heavy glamour charms on you. You were so tiny; you wouldn't have remembered anything… I'm sorry Elena." Mr. Granger let out a breath that he seemed to have been holding for a while.

"Why?" Hermione couldn't stop the curiosity from showing on her face. She needed to know why it was done, why they needed to get rid of her. What had she done wrong?

"Why? What do you mean why?"

"Why did they give me up?" Hermione was bordering on desperate.

Alba stepped in, and it wasn't until now that Hermione had noticed she was crying.

"You see Elena; you were our pride and joy. You were so small and so precious, if anything had happened to you, I would have gone mad with grief. At the time, the Dark Lord was looking for witches to keep by his side, as… companions. He was taking young pureblood girls from their families, and having his minions raise them. It was a disgusting practice. He was kidnapping children to find a bride. He would have taken a girl of any age. It disgusted us, and we feared so much for you. We had to do it. It broke my heart, absolutely shattered it, but it had to be done to keep you safe." Alba had a look of worry on her face, and her perfect little nose crinkled when she recalled the memories of the horrid things the Dark Lord had done.

"You did it to keep me safe from him?" Hermione wanted honest answers and she wanted them now. She couldn't take much more of this.

"We are neutral in the war. We don't have any part in it, and maybe that makes us cowards, but if it keeps our family together, then I'll take the title. We did it because we loved… love you so much, it would physically hurt us if anything happened to you. We just wanted the best for you, and it seems as that's what you've been given." Callisto smiled bravely at Hermione, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of what she thought might be pride.

"Elena, we don't expect an answer any time soon, but we would really appreciate it if you would at least come home for the weekend. We have a room set up for you in the manor, its been decorated just for our little Gryffindor. Which, by the way, we are so very proud of you for being a Gryffindor. It shows you are courageous, and able to take care of yourself. Anyway, we would like you to come for the weekend and just get to know your family, your brother is very anxious to meet you. We haven't told him who you are yet, for the safety of you both. Just please give us a chance" Alba looked straight through Hermione's soul with that piercing azure gaze of hers. Hermione looked to the Grangers for an answer, and gave a small sigh when she saw Mrs. Granger give her an encouraging nod.

"Right, well I suppose I should pack a bag then…"