A/N – YAY! Two in two days! Go me! I'm proud of myself lol. Hope y'all like it. From here, I have nothing written out so it's all coming straight from the noggin. But I tend to update better like that, so I got my fingers crossed lol.

When they got home, the door was already unlocked and they stepped inside. On the couch facing the TV were two people. The woman had long, straight black hair that was shiny and sleek. Her skin was tanned to a nice glow and there was a nervous smile place delicately on her face. And to match her high-class look, she was wearing a long black dress that fit her like a glove.

The man sitting next to her also had black hair that was cut short. He looked more business-like with a serious face. He was wearing a nick black wizard's robe and was tightly holding the woman's hand.

Finally, sitting in the chair farthest away from Hermione was a boy her age. He looked strikingly like his father with black short hair, and a nice tan with a serious but scared looking face. He was wearing simple jeans and a t-shirt. That looked comfortable.

Hermione stopped dead in her tracks when she saw them and let her jaw drop. "M-mum, dad. Why are there death eaters in our house?" a small gasp came from the woman on the couch.

"What?" Martin asked.

Hermione pointed to the boy on the couch as she turned to yell at her adoptive parents, "That's Blaise Zabini! He goes to school with me! He's a DEATH EATER!"

"These are your parents, dear." Alice said quietly.

"But. But-" she couldn't think of anything to say, so she settled for looking back and forth between the two families, trying to decide which she would rather belong to.

"We'll go upstairs." Martin said and took Alice's arm to lead her to their room. The woman stood and ran to Hermione, engulfing her in a bone crushing hug.

"Oh, my Miriam! I've missed you so much!"

Hermione furrowed her eyebrows and stepped back, leaving the woman looking hurt, "Uhm, my name is Hermione, not Miriam."

The man stood by the couch and sighed, "That's the name the Grangers' gave you. Your birth name is Miriam Jasmine Zabini. Born April fifth to Isabella Killeen Zabini and Francis Evan Zabini, and twin sister to Blaise Evan Zabini. We're you parents."

Well that's an odd way to introduce yourself. Hermione thought almost sadistically.

"Have a seat, dear, and we'll explain everything." The woman (apparently her mother and named Isabella) said as she moved back to sit on the couch. Hermione sat in the chair across from Blaise and watched her 'parents' as they sat together holding hands.

Then they told the story of her adoption.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Flashback*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Isabella sat on the living room couch staring blankly at the fire in front of her. The thought of losing her baby girl plagued her mind causing tears to spring to her eyes and fall silently down her cheeks.

Her and her husband had come close to severing their allegiance with the Dark Lord, but this was safer for the whole family. However, he'd made a law throughout his Death Eaters that one child could be had by each family. No one knew why, but he was their 'Lord' so it was up to him. And because she'd had twins, she could either watch her daughter be killed by Voldemort, or give her to a muggle family. The choice was obvious.

Upstairs, her husband Francis was putting the three children to bed. Lucius and Narcissa's son Draco was spending the night so he could say good bye to his best friend, even though he didn't know it.

Three beds were lined up next to each other in the room. A little two year old Draco was jumping on his bed to the far right with a big smile on his face and complaining that he wasn't tired.

The elder of the twins by a minute and a half was sitting cross-legged on his bed to the far left and saying he was hungry. Blaise could eat for a year and not get full.

On the bed in the middle lay Miriam, the younger of the two twins. She lay under her blankets giggling at her brother's and best friend's antics and the amused smile on her father's face. Out of the three, she was the only relatively calm child.

Francis finally spoke, "If you two don't settle down and go to sleep now, no brooms for you in the morning." Blaise and Draco looked at each other with mouths open and eyes wide, then scrambled to get under the covers. Even when they were tiny they were obsessed with quiditch. Miriam giggled again. Francis kissed each child on the forehead, told them he loved them and to have sweet dreams, then shut off the light and went downstairs to his wife. The three children snuggled deep into their blankets and were asleep almost instantly.

Francis sat next to his wife where he swept her into his arms and she sobbed out her sorrow.

After about twenty minutes, her sobs turned into hiccups and she clutched him tighter, "Is it time?"

Francis nodded, "Yes, Love. It's time." Isabella nodded and let him up. They walked together back up to the children's' room and watched the sleeping angels. Then Francis waved his wand putting a sleeping spell on them so they wouldn't wake.

Isabella stepped forward and picked up her little girl to say good bye, "My precious baby, I'll never forget you."

"Obliviate." Francis whispered, pointing his wand at the sleeping girl. He took her from his wife and with a loud crack, he was gone.

Francis reappeared in and alleyway next to an orphanage in London. He went into the building through the back door. A couple was looking at sleeping children and deciding which to adopt. Francis waved his wand at Miriam again, changing her appearance so she would look like them and not him. Then he hurried over.

"Please. Please take her." Francis whispered to the couple with pleading eyes. The woman took Miriam from his arms and cradled the girl in hers. "Thank you." Francis whispered then looked to the man, "I'll be back for her after she turns seventeen on May 27th."

"But-" the woman started, but Francis had already run back out the door. They had no choice but to adopt the girl.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*End Flashback*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Hermione sat in her chair staring at her hands and crying softly. This explained so much. Why she never felt like she fit in with her parents. She was so different from them, she'd always wondered if she was adopted. But then, she had to know.

"Why? Why did you give me up?" her voice cracked as she spoke, but she was determined.

"We had to, baby. If we didn't, Voldemort would've killed you. And we erased your memory so he couldn't find you." Isabella was looking at her pleadingly.

"Miriam." She whispered. Then she flung herself at her parents and sobbed in their arms. When she finally got a handle on herself, she turned to Blaise who was now standing. She got up and stood in front of him.

"I'm so sorry for everything I've done. I never meant to hurt my little sister." He whispered as he stared at the floor.

"Miriam nodded, "It's ok. You didn't know. All is forgiven." Then he threw his arms around her and cried softly into her shoulder.

"I love you so much, Mi-Mi. I'll never let you go again. I'll protect you and die for you as long as I never have to let you go."

Miriam stepped back slightly to look at him and took his face in her hands, "I finally know where I belong. I'm not going anywhere." Then she hugged him again for emphasis.

"Is there anything you'd like to bring with you?" Francis asked.

Miriam looked at him, "Yes. Can you help me pack," she hesitated a moment, "Mom?"

Isabella beamed, "I would love to." As Miriam led her mother upstairs, she heard muffled sobbing coming from her adoptive parents' room. It broke her heart. She knew she couldn't say good bye to them, so she'd pack and leave immediately.

After shrinking her things to pocket size, she wrote a quick note to Alice and Martin, and then followed her family through the fireplace to her new home.

A/N – Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, that's chapter 6. YAY! R &R please! It'd be greatly appreciated xD.