A/n: Thank you so much to everybody who has read, reviewed, followed, or liked. It made me so happy to know you all enjoyed it!

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November 3, 1971

When my senses return to me, I immediately notice the lack of a hard floor beneath me. Instead, I feel cocooned in warmth, covered by a silky soft blanket with my head on the most comfortable pillow I've ever felt. Pleading that it has worked within my mind, I slowly open up my eyes squinting from the bright sunlight that streams through the shimmering fabric canopy that seems to encase the bed. Sitting up, I reach up and rub the sleepiness from my eyes.

Reaching my hand out to push back the canopy, I suddenly pull it back towards my body in shock. It's tiny! Well ok, maybe not tiny, but smaller than I was expecting. I jump out of bed, tripping over the blanket that was still wrapped around my ankles. Looking into the full-length mirror, I recognize that I could be no less than 9 years old.

I had pale skin with rosy cheeks and round-shaped silver eyes. A small mouth with bow-shaped lips. My hair is black, and from what I know of the Black family, it will probably be either wavy or curly, but at the moment, it is in two French braids that reach my mid-back. I look roughly 4 and a half feet tall. I'm wearing a dark grey silk nightgown.

It's worked! I'm officially a Black; okay, maybe I shouldn't be too excited about that bit.

I go back to taking in my new appearance. I still have the same face structure, and my body looks almost the same as my past 10-year-old self. If I compared two pictures you'd still be able to tell we were the same person. It makes me feel better that no matter what I'll still have a reminder of my old life here. I'll know it wasn't just a dream. Even if I still have the memories, it's nice to have something else as well.

Deciding to look around the— I cut myself off. My room. My bed is a queen canopy bed with silver bedding and is made of what looks like mahogany wood. It has two side tables also made of mahogany, one on each side. Pushed against the wall left of the bed near the window is a vintage vanity which at the moment seems to be home only to jewelry. In front of the vanity is a wooden chair. On the other side of the window is a desk with another wooden chair, it has two drawers and a lamp on top. Across from the bed is a wooden wardrobe filled with hung-up dresses, under the dresses, there are three drawers. The top one holds underthings, socks, and stockings. The middle one holds tops, cardigans, and nice sweaters. The very bottom drawer holds skirts, leggings, and tights. On the right of the wardrobe, there are a few pairs of shoes, and on the left is the full-length mirror I was looking into earlier. There is a mini chandelier in the middle of the ceiling, and on each side table, there is a lamp.

The house is still quiet, so I decide to get dressed. I walk back over to the wardrobe and take out a dress with a dark blue, grey, and black, plaid skirt and a plain dark blue, long-sleeved top, and white knee-high stockings. I grab black flats and put all of them on. Going over to the mirror again I decide to keep my hair in the braids.

I'm trying to think of what to do next when the door to my room bursts open causing me to just barely smother a scream, bringing my hands to my chest and closing my eyes trying to calm my racing heart. Behind my eyelids memories suddenly stream in like a waterfall. I see myself playing games with Regulus and Sirius. Pureblood etiquette lessons with my cousins. Fancy dinners, galas, and luncheons. Sitting in an armchair in the Black family library reading on a cold, rainy day. Lying on top of the roof holding hands with my brothers while Sirius tells us the stories of the stars. Getting punished by my mother while my father isn't home. Looking around the corner of a door with my brothers, listening to father yell at mother for laying a hand on one of the three of us. Crawling into each other's beds after a bad punishment or nightmare. Learning the twisted family tree. Dance lessons. Terrifying bedtime stories from mother about muggles. They come and come and come. They stop as suddenly as they came, the only difference being that now I feel like I really am Hermione Lyra Black, instead of pretending to be.

When I open my eyes again Sirius is looking at me with worry in his eyes, identical to mine. He is now my twin brother after all. Twin brother. That's something to get used to, even with the new memories.

"Mia, you alright?" I look up at him his wavy black hair going to just below his ears, just a little taller than me. His mouth is just a bit bigger with his lips a little thinner. But we're pretty similar in looks. "Mia?" He snaps me out of my observations.

"Oh, I'm fine just a little startled," I say. Almost jumping at the sound of my younger voice. "You sure..." he says warily.

"Positive, Siri. Just got a little head rush when you slammed the door open."

"Right, well let's go wake up Reggie and celebrate!" he says excitedly, the grin back on his lips now that he knows I'm alright.

"Celebrate?" confused, I try to think of what we may be celebrating.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten." He looks at me with disbelief clearly written across his face. I look at him questioning what I've supposedly forgotten. "It's our birthday today, our 11th birthday! You know what that means."

"Hogwarts Letters!" we say together. His grin now mirrored on my face. "I can't believe you forgot, even just for a second," he says playfully.

"Oh, shut it," I say while reaching out and playfully pushing him. He moves his hand to grab mine. "Come on," he urges, starting to drag me out of the room.

We knock on Regulus's door 10 minutes later. 7 of the minutes spent by me convincing Sirius not to burst into our little brothers' room, as he did to me.

A muffled "Come in!" is heard through the door to our little brother's room.

We opened the door and quietly walked in after closing the door behind us, careful not to wake up our sleeping parents. In the middle of the room stood my younger brother. He turned around when we opened the door, his eyes lighting up and a smile immediately growing on his face.

"Happy birthday" are the first words out of his mouth once he sees Sirius and me. We thank him in unison. Smiles now on all three of our faces brightening the bleak atmosphere of the house.

And even though it hasn't been long at all I feel as if I belong here. Like something clicked into place inside me and I'm where I was always meant to be. The memories, thoughts, and doubts linger in my mind, but they've been dulled down to be manageable.

The next fifteen minutes are a blur of talking with my brothers and heading downstairs to the dining room for breakfast to meet our parents.

Just after we've (Sirius, Regulus, and I) sat down at the table there are two pairs of footsteps in the hallway. As they get closer we all automatically straighten up and take the smiles off our faces. Fear ignites in the pit of my stomach. All the things I'd ever heard of the two Black's about to enter the room flood my head, followed by the new memories of beatings and punishments, practices and manners. All of it swimming through my mind in circles.

3

The footsteps paused and someone seems to have grabbed the door handle.

2

The handles turning and the door is slowly getting pushed open.

1

The doors are pushed fully open and they come into view.

0

They're standing there, right in front of me. Their heads are held high, with Walburga looking down her nose—as if she's better than everyone else in the room—and a scowl on her face. Orion has an emotionless expression on his own face, with his back ramrod straight.

Father nods his head towards us, and as if we were programmed the three of us speak in unison.

"Good morning father. Good morning mother."

They simply both nod their heads again and sit down, father at the head of the table and mother on his left.

As we all silently eat breakfast, Kreacher pops into the room holding two letters.

"Young mistress and master Sirius and Hermione, Kreacher has your Hogwarts letters." He grumbles out. Sirius and I immediately perk up at the news while mother, father, and Regulus pause eating. As Kreacher hands us our letters I can't help but notice how much younger he looks. The Horcrux and the war must have taken a lot out of him.

Sirius and I look at each other and mentally count to three before tearing our letters open together. We quickly read through them with excitement and grins on our faces. Sirius can't wait to go and I can't wait to go back, not that anybody knows I've been before.

We both finish reading through them around the same time and look towards our parents to ask when we can go to Diagon Alley to get our school stuff.

"We'll go this weekend," says father curtly. Reg, Siri, and I all look at each other not even bothering to hide our big smiles.

A/n: I'm so sorry it took so long to update. I have been struggling with my mental health quite a bit and won't always be able to update quickly. I know how annoying it can be to wait a long time for updates so I will definitely try my best, but I won't always be able to. Sorry again, and I hope you liked the chapter! Next up is their trip to Diagon Alley...