A/N: Hello there! So, I'm really sorry for the late, but here it is! Yay! Well, it took me a lot of thinking to get the chapter were it is, because I wanted to make Hermione's discovery be something different (I not sure If I succeeded though)... Yes, now she knows the truth, actually, only part of the true, anyway... I hope you guys like it; and If you think that something it's not right or find any mistakes, please just let me know.

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The piece of parchment previously on her hands now rested against the wall, crumpled on the form of a ball. She was still sitting on her father's chair behind his desk, her breathe was erratic and cheeks were still wet because of her tears. Damn, she was angry. Not with her adoptive parents, no, she knew it wasn't their fault. They were puppets, just like her, Harry and many others were to Dumbledore. The old man, the one she thought as a grandfather, had lied to her and her parents all those years. How could he? He had no right to be messing with people lives as he was.
It was wrong and it didn't make him any better than Voldemort himself. She didn't want to know his reasons to do what he had done; sure as hell he would say that it was for the greater good. Just like he did when Sirius died. Oh how inconsiderate of him. All he cared was that, power.
Everything seemed out of place now. All wrong. All for what they had fought without making any questions… So many fights, so many lives lost. Hermione stood up from the chair, sending the box where the letter was, flying to the ground. Its contents scattering on the grey carpet.
She left the office, feeling suffocated there; and went to the living room. Her head down, thinking.
"Here! Come here, quickly, before the freaks catch us!" A kid's voice screamed next to her. Her head snapped up at the same time as a ginger boy ran past. She gasped, giving a few steps back, getting out of his way. A few more children followed him, giggling and looking behind their backs as if someone was coming. Hermione frowned, looking around. Where was she? Definitely not at her parents' house anymore, but where?
The corridor she was in was long and seemed to have no end. At the both sides of the walls there were doors; dark brown wooden doors with iron handles. One of them was slightly open, a gleam of light coming out, making possible for her to hear the whispered voices.
"Calm down Tom! They are just idiots. We shouldn't care, right?" A girl's voice whispered when Hermione was close enough to hear clearly. "We are superiors, aren't we? You said it to me once Tommy. They are nothing like us." She opened the door; inside a little girl with no more than nine was hugging a boy with black hair and pale skin. Hermione thought he had something familiar to her, but couldn't pin point what it was and it unnerved her. She wasn't used to not know things.
"You are right sis." The boy sighed and gently pulled away from the hug. His blue eyes were like cold stones when he turned them away from the girl. "But it angers me. So much that... all I want to do is hurt them, make them suffer just like they made-"
"That's why we shan't care for what they say." The girl interrupted, holding her brother's hand in hers. Hermione thought that the she was right. How many times she had just ignored what Malfoy and his crew said about her? How many times, despite how hurtful the jokes and name-calling were, she had just turned away without saying nothing? "Someday my dear brother, we will be out of here; with our own family. We will look back and laugh at them!" She laughed, throwing her head back. Tom smirked and stood up, missing the malicious glint that surged on the girl's eyes. "But I agree with you dear brother, we must make something to show them that they can't mess with the Riddle twins!"
Tom's eyes were filled with warmth when he looked at his sister, but they had the same malicious glint as hers. "What you suggest Elize?" Hermione smiled – a strange did for her, after all she had discovered just a few hours ago that she was adopted and all else. But they seemed so united, like true brothers should be; how she wanted to be with her brother, if she had one that is. Could she? She analyzed the two kids making plans to play malign pranks. They seemed so much older than they should be. She felt slightly worried for a bit, they were just kids and were thinking like grown people, trying to find ways of protecting themselves from older kids. The boy was Tom, and the girl had said Riddle twins, so it was obvious that the little boy was probably the Tom Riddle her father had talked about. And the girl, Elize, with her black curly hair and big blue eyes…
Could it be her? Could he be her brother? It was impossible. That would mean time travel because it was clear by the clothes they were wearing that they were from a different time, and-and there was no way the ministry would have allowed someone to travel that far in time.
Hermione began to panic, her breaths coming out faster. She closed her eyes, calculating, thinking harder; trying to see logic, trying to reassure herself that there was no way that someone could be that irresponsible.
"We are more intelligent than everybody thought, even back there. We knew just what to say to calm Tom down; it was not easy because of his temper, but we did it." She was startled when a tiny and cold hand gripped hers. She looked down hesitantly. An older Elize was there, smirking at her. "We were powerful too. Not just us, but Tom also. The old man tried to take our memories away, but we protected them."
"W-who are you?" Hermione asked, turning to face the girl, who just raised an elegant brow at her and trying to pull her hand away only to have the grip on it tighter.
"I'm you; you are me. We are the same." Elize answered, shrugging her shoulders. "You are calculating right now; struggling to understand how it is possible for this to be true. Don't try too hard though. I could show you, but that would take too much time and Tom is already back." Hermione's eyes grew wild once again and the girl smiled. "Yes, he already knows about us being alive. But he doesn't know who we are and we don't know who became…" She frowned. "That we'll have to find out."
"And how do we, I mean, you know about that?"
"I was the one who protected our heads, and our twin's bond helped a bit." The girl seemed thoughtful for a few seconds. "Did you know today is our birthday? That's why you now can remember everything."
"I ca-can't. I have no memory at all." Just as she was saying, the images began to swirl around them. And as much as Hermione wanted to close her eyes and ignore all, her curiosity got the best of her. It was fascinating, the colors, the faces; all. Some showed her-Elize... God, how was she supposed to call herself now? She hadn't the slight clue. And her friends, how would they react?
The images changed, she caught a glimpse of a small her looking at her parents just before Dumbledore 'wiped' her memories of her; the warmth her dad had on his hazel eyes even before hearing what the old wizard wanted, how he smiled at her. She remembered feeling dizzy and easily distracted with the glints of the lights around the room, most certainly because of a distracting spell cast on her; she recalled her angry feelings towards the strange sensations. She didn't like to feel like that; it made her weak, powerless. Her Tommy wouldn't have liked to see her like that, she was sure of it.
More images passed, most of them were of her playing with her brother —dear god, she really had a brother!—, and others she was reading inside her bedroom, resting comfortably under the covers of her bed. The last image thought, she kept in the front of her mind even after it had disappeared on thin air, along with the form of a younger her; it was Tom, smiling brightly, a smile he only gave to her.
When she opened her eyes again, not that she had noticed when she closed them, the white adorned ceiling of her adoptive parents looked back down at her. How she ended on the floor, she had no idea at all. Her body was sore, and she had a small, yet pleasant headache because now she knew what was previously missing inside her head.
Hermione, no, she was not Hermione anymore, she was Elize Riddle; and she had a brother. She smiled, rubbing her face with her hands. She really had a family, a blood related. Someone she was taken from when young; someone that was her other half, just like Fred was George's.
She gritted her teeth with sudden anger. That wasn't fair. Magical twins couldn't be separated from one another, they're magic was linked and with the absence of one, the other felt empty and could enter on a serious depression.
Blasted him, Dumbledore once again was messing with people's life, this time her own. That just proved that he wasn't as good as he posed to be. She despised the man now, with such a force that scared her at the beginning but then it wasn't the first time she felt like this, back when she was younger she knew that something was wrong when the strange man had arrived at the orphanage.
Now she knew how manipulative and cruel he was, and it didn't matter how familiarity and security his appearance could appear, she would never fall to one of his games again.
She had the upper hand now; her memories were back but he didn't know —and she hoped it stayed that way.
She wanted her brother; she wanted to hug him again, to feel safe in his arms again. She wanted to feel complete. But first, she had to warn Harry and the Order about how vicious their beloved headmaster was. And with that thought on mind, she stood up from her spot on the floor, groaning when her sore legs protested the weight placed on them, that she went to bed that night.

It wasn't until the next morning that she noticed the changes on her body. She was heading to the bathroom to take a shower when she saw herself in the mirror. Her lips formed a perfect 'o' with surprise and astonishment because the girl facing her back wasn't the one she was so used to see. 'That' girl had a beautiful and shiny black hair that fell down past her shoulders in beautiful waves and curls; she had bright blue eyes that seemed like the sky on a summer day; and a petit nose that fitted perfectly with her aristocratic cheekbones. Her lips were rosy and made a small pout, giving her an innocent look. Slowly and hesitantly, she raised her hand, touching her now soft skin. Was that really her? Her father had being right when he said that she had a beautiful hair; it wasn't bush anymore.
She spent half an hour just admiring her 'new' face in front of the mirror. But then she glanced quickly at her wristwatch and cursed. She was late; terribly late. It was already ten and the Hogwarts Express would leave the station at 11 o'clock and she had yet to take that shower.
As fast as she could manage, she took her shower, washing her hair and taking a time to feel the hot water warm her body. Fifteen minutes later she was coming out from the bathroom.
After getting dry, she begun to get dressed and a few minutes more she was ready.
All the locks were already checked and along with the windows, closed.
She left then, feeling incredibly lighter because of her discoveries. She apparated to the King Cross, worrying about how she should act around her friend. They could not recognize her now that she looked different, and Dumbledore certainly would now that his spell had failed to erase her memories and conceal her appearance given how she currently was. So that's why when she appeared on the alley where the apparition point was she cast an temporally glamour on herself, becoming once again Hermione Granger, she got out from the hidden alley and walked inside the station. It was good to hear people's voices ringing through the air, to smell the different kinds of perfume, to see the great amount of people. Soon enough she was right in front of the wall that would lead her to the platform and her heart was heavy with worry.

What should she say? Supposedly, she should be at Hogwarts, like she had said to her friends that she would be. Would Harry and Ron be too upset with her? Well, they would have to keep their mouths shut, because as much as she had missed them, she still had a lot inside her head to worry about. Hermione took a few steps ahead, searching for the familiar red head of the Weasley's and Harry's.

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J. =*