Disclaimer: Draco is as likely to be the son of Dobby- wait, scratch that, he is! I am as likely to own Harry Potter as the Chudley cannons are to win a match!

Hello again! As I said last week, my friend's brother died so it's been a busy week. I'm on spring break now and finally have a break from school work. Unfortunately, my brother is sick so he might be a computer hog L

Without further udo, I present chapter 5!

Hermione was ready, that was for sure. She had all the specific instructions from Proffesor McGonagall in her head. She didn't want to look like a fool at Hogwarts, so she read up every book on the Wizarding World she could find. As it was said, she was a halfblood, though raised muggle. She had read about muggleborns who grew up the same way as her. It seemed like she wouldn't be the only one behind, but she still wanted good marks because her adopted father was pretty hesitant on sending her to a 'magic school' seeing as he didn't understand the concept of magic fully. As a dentist he had studied a lot of science as an undergrad. He actually was going to be a biologist before changing his mind to dental hygine. Speaking of her father, Hermione had decided to use Black as her surname when she went to Hogwarts. After all, she may know someone going there who would remember Hermy Stranger as they called her. She hated the nickname and though the likelihood of knowing someone there was small, she didn't want to take chances.

As Hermione and Amanda made their way through Platform 9 ¾ they found a beautiful sight of a red train, ready to go to the world of magic. There were different families and such, one with a lot of redheads, one with a lot of elderly relatives, and a lot of teary eyed parents, not wanting to see their children off to school. Saying goodbye to her mother, she made her way onto the train. She sat down in a compartment and started reading a book she found at Flourish and Blotts on the childhood of modern Wizarding Children. She didn't want to not understand any games or toys because of her upbringing. At that time another boy entered the compartment. He had jet black messy hair and green eyes. Looking up, Hermione introduced herself. "Hello there! I'm Hermione Gr-Black. It's nice to meet you, you are?"

"Harry Potter" said the boy. Hermione's eyes widened as she realized that she was not only in the presence of a celebrity, but also one who was her father's godson. "Why did you pause on your last name?" Harry asked.

"Erm, it's kind of a long story" she started. "It might take a little-"

But then two others came to the compartment. "Mind if we join you?" asked a redheaded boy. "Every where else is full."

"Sure." They said.

He and another girl came on in. The girl was probably the most special was that she had blue hair. Not only that, but it looked like it was her natural color. Hermione went through a hair dying phase and she knew that it rarely ever looked real unless you touched up ever single day or something like that. She also noticed her very rosy cheeks and vibrant grey eyes that she knew for sure were her actual color. "I'm Izzy Black, and this is my cousin Ron Weasley. Nice to meet you."

Hang on, Hermione thought. BLACK! Black! This is my actual sister! Holy shizzam! I need to talk to her! OMG OMG OMG! "I'm Hermione Black actually, Izzy can I talk to you for a moment?"

She and Izzy left the compartment for a moment, leaving Ron and Harry to fend for themselves. When they reached the door, they started talking. "It's really nice to meet you. My mom knew you ages ago so she told me a lot when I got my Hogwarts letter. I actually thought I was muggle born." Said Hermione, feeling awkward. "But it turns out that the man I thought of as my dad really wasn't because he was infertile and a man named Sirius Black, erm, helped my mom get her dream of having a child. So we are kind of sisters…"

Izzy's eyes widened. "Sister? Really? Biologically? Oh My Gosh!" She then hugged Hermione very tightly, Hermione hugged her back in relief. She had been afraid her sister would hate her. "Can I call you Maya, Hermione is a bit of a mouthful."

Hermione grinned. "Only if I get to call you Iz okay."

"Sure enough with me!" They headed back into the compartment and explained the story Hermione was about to tell Harry when they came in. Ron then walked up to Hermione and hugged her. "That makes you my cousin in law." Hermione blushed and as she did so, it wasn't just her face that turned red, it was her hair too. "Aaah!" squeeled Hermione. "What just happened to my hair."

As it faded back to brown, Izzy realized. "Maya, scrunch up your eyes and think about the color green." Hermione did so, and found that her hair had turned a lime green color.

"Well, that just about sums it up." Said Izzy. "You are a metamorphmagus, like me. She scrunched up her eyes, then her hair was a similar color. "We have another cousin who can too. Her name is Nymphadora and she's the one who told me. It's a genentic trait, and usually appears in older families."

While she was talking, the door opened, "You know Tonks?" asked the boy, a blond haired, grey eyed guy with rich clothes. "She's my cousin."

Hermione stared in shock. Did she really have this many relatives? Really? Really? Wow. Hermione was in shock. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Hermione Black, this is my sister Izzy, our cousin Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter."

"It's great to meet you, I'm Draco Malfoy. I warn you, beware of the big ugly people who will walk in. I'm kind of running away from them."

"Nah, it's fine." Said Harry. "All in a days work, eh?" he said, imitating a superhero.

Draco laughed, "Yeah. Don't tell said villans though that I watch muggle comics until after I know for sure that I wont be in Slytherine with them!"

"How do we know you won't be?" Ron asked. "My dad told me about Lucius Malfoy and I wouldn't be surprised if you are a spy.

"You don't." Draco said. "But I can easily say that your dad is probably right about mine, I'm actually trying to get myself disowned from them. My mum is nice, but she obviously wasn't meant for an arranged marriage like this one. The bastard I call father is just awful and I'd love to get away from him."

All of their eyes widened. Bastard is a bad word! At that moment, they all decided, off of that one word, that Draco was a good guy. As the train got nearer they played a few games of wizard chess before the train stopped and they heard a call of

"Firs' years, Firs' year"

So, what do ya think? I tried to make it sound like they were still eleven year olds, people tend to overplay innocence or make them sound like child geniuses in the average fanfic. I tried to incorperate the 'bastard' part into there, because I remember that when I was eleven, a girl said fuck and I was pretty much in awe of her for weeks afterwards. As I said on the previous chapter, my friend's brother died. It's been a really hard week and I do hope you understand that.

Please review, I want to know your opinion on things. Did I write too much about family relationships? Should Hermione be a metamorphmagus? Is Draco way too OOC? Do you like my explanation for Hermione's bookish habbits? What did you think?

Hugs and Butterfly kisses,

Mahira