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Chapter 5

'Hermione Potter?' she thought. She was surprised. She looked at Harry who looked at her quizzically.

She looked up to Dumbledore to make sure she hadn't heard wrong.

When no sound was emitted for 30 minutes Dumbledore stood up once more.

"May Mr. Harry Potter and Ms. Hermione Potter please come into my office immediately." He announced and got off the teachers' table.

Harry and Hermione left as all eyes wereon them.

They walked with no sound as they arrived at the gargoyle.

"Chocolate Charcoals!" Dumbledore told the gargoyle.

It leapt to life and moved aside.

They entered Dumbledore's office and sat down.

"Hermione, I am sure you are surprised as to why I called you Ms. Potter."

She nodded.

"And Harry, you are confused as well?"

Harry nodded.

"I know it was not right for me to keep this from you but I found out only recently about this. Please understand and please do not interrupt me as I explain." Dumbledore said.

"Well, this might come as shocking, but you two are siblings. Hermione was given up as a child when I told your parents that Voldemort would come after Harry. They got scared for you and gave you to a muggle orphanage. Harry, did you not notice that Hermione looks exactly like you mother except for her eyes? Your mother also had brown hair but she dyed it red in her 5th year. Hermione inherited your mothers' appearance but got your fathers eyes. She is your opposite. You have your fathers' features and your mothers' eyes while Hermione has your mothers' features and your fathers' eyes."

Hermione was speechless. Harry was her brother?

"Well, that's the story. Harry, Hermione, meet your twin." Dumbledore smiled.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other clearly speechless. Hermione smiled and so did Harry. They both hugged and tears formed in her eyes but she wiped them away quickly.

"Well, the feast has ended so you may both return to Gryffindor tower. Ms. Potter, you know the password. By the way, Hermione, your name will be now known as Hermione Potter." Dumbledore smiled.

Hermione smiled as well. Harry and Hermione walked along in silence. When they got to Gryffindor tower, Ron exploded in questions as they walked through the portrait hole.

"Ron, it's okay. Hermione's my twin. We were separated when we were younger and now we found out that we are siblings." Harry told him smiling.

"What? How?" Ron said flabbergasted.

"You tell him." Hermione said as she sat down on an armchair feeling exasperated.

Harry told Ron quietly and Ron beamed.

"Bloody hell! Didn't expect that." Was all he could say.

Hermione felt so tired that she told the guys she would go to bed. Harry gave her one last hug and she went up the girls' dormitories.

Hermione lay down in her bed and slept as the mind of another had thoughts that wandered towards her.

Draco lay on his bed utterly confused.

'Hermione Granger not a Granger? The mudblood not a mudblood?'

He felt like he should tell his father. Or maybe not. He wanted to. That way, he wouldn't be beaten up in a week or two. His father would be pleased. But what else would he be getting out of it?

He sighed as he ran his hand through his hair.

'This is going to be a long year.' He thought as a man with twinkling eyes smiled down at the figure before him.

Dumbledore was looking at two reflections in two basins none was his own. One held Hermione and another was Draco. The old man smiled to himself and headed towards another basin containing a silvery liquid.

He placed his head inside and was drifted off to another one of his memories.

He took a seat next to his younger self as a young woman which seemed to be a promising addition to his staff had began to make the prophecy he knew so much off.

He was ashamed not to tell Harry the whole prophecy but he had to if he was to protect two of the other people in the prophecy. He sat back and listened to it being predicted once more.

"THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES… BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES… AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL,BUT HE WILL HAVE THE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT…AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES… THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES…"

"BUT NONE KNEW OF THE HELP AT HAND… THE PUREBLOOD PRINCE AND THE HALFBLOOD PRINCESS… THE TWO WILL FORM A POWERFUL BAND… THAT WILL BRING THE DARK LORD TO HIS WEAKNESS… THE PRINCESS BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES… THE PUREBLOOD PRINCE LIVES AT THE HAND OF THE DARK LORDS SERVANT…THE PRINCESS BORN TO THE LIGHT SIDE… THE PRINCE WILL DEFY ALL HE HAS BEEN TAUGHT… BOTH HE AND THE PRINCESS WILL PROTECT THE OTHER AS OTHERS COULD NOT…THEY ARE TWO HALVES OF OPPOSITE SIDES YET BOTH HAVE DARKNESS WITHIN THEIR EYES…ONLY THE OTHER MAY BRING THE LIGHT AS THEY FIGHT FOR EACH OTHER…THEY WILL BOTH BRING EITHER THE MARKED EQUAL OR THE DARK LORDS LOWLY DEMISE... FOR NEITHER OF THEM CAN LIVE UNLESS THE OTHER DIES…"

The half-blood princess was currently in slumber when her alarm clock rang. She groaned and got up. She quickly blasted her clock with her wand and ran straight to the bathroom. She took out her wand and enchanted her hair back to its bush-like state instead of the nice slight curl it was when she awoke.

She took a bath and did all her morning rituals except the jogging part. She, instead, did sit-ups. She changed into her robes which Ginny had enchanted. Hermione groaned as she remembered finding out that Ginny had shrunk all her robes and placed a permanent charm on them.

She sighed and looked at her watch.

Half past seven. She groaned and plastered her fake smile once more as she descended the stairs to find Harry and Ron waiting for her.

"Hey." Harry greeted.

"Hey Harry, Ron." She greeted.

Ron on the other hand, gave out a loud snore. Obviously, he was still asleep.

Harry and Hermione chuckled.

They both did their best to wake Ron but Harry's #1 solution turned out to be impossibly accurate.

He shouted,

"Ron! Breakfast is almost over! There is to be no more food until Lunch!"

Ron woke up alright. He woke up and ran out the common room and dashed out of sight.

Harry and Hermione laughed.

They both walked to the Great Hall together to find Ron alone in one part of the table and half the hall was staring. He was downing food for at least 10 people and Hermione could see a couple of guys counting his # of plates. 5 was the current number.

Hermione checked her watch. 15 more minutes until potions. She told Harry and Ron she was leaving and that they better get a move on as well but Ron didn't hear her over the million chants of,

"Go! Go! Go! Go!"

Harry however gave her a thumbs-up and went after Ron. She decided to leave earlier and arrived at the classroom 10 minutes before the class.

She sat down at their usual place at the back. She took out her parchment and quills.

She stared at the door waiting for Harry and Ron. She was feeling a little unsure. There was no one there except herself and it was 10 minutes before class. Usually, there was someone, anyone, there at that time.

She sighed and began reading their potions book for the twelfth time. Suddenly she heard footsteps. Her mood brightened up and she stared expectantly at the door.

There was a dark silhouette of a person there. She couldn't see who. She thought it was Harry or Ron so she waved.

"What are you waving at?" a cold drawl was emitted by the person.

"Oh. Sorry." She replied lamely as she kept her head down.

"What? You're too lame that you can't have an argument properly now? What lengths have you fallen Granger? I, mean Potter."

"That is none of your business. Well, I see you don't call me a mudblood anymore. What? This little change affecting you much?" she shot back.

"No. Just wondering if my owl got lost in your hair. Seriously, it looks like a jungle in there, bush-head." He smirked.

"Oh really? Well, at least it's not as greasy as yours! Gelled back all the time. As if! It does not even look good and you've kept it for how many years again? Grow up!"

Malfoy looked angry.

"Oh yeah? Well at least I attract the opposite sex. That thing you call an appearance of yourself is a joke. Guys are too afraid they might get lost in your hair to actually like you! They need a map to get through that thick head of yours!"

"You… You insufferable prick! You are the biggest jerk I have ever laid my eyes on!" she shouted.

"Well, takes one to know one sweetie." He smirked adding that last comment to cross her.

Hermione got so mad. Her anger to Malfoy, to herself, to everything began to boil out of control. She grabbed her wand as Malfoy did the same.

"Petrificus Totalus!" she shouted.

Malfoy ducked and sent a spell of his own. She couldn't hear what it was but ducked.

"Stupefy!"

The two sent all kinds of spells and curses at each other and even if Hermione didn't admit it, she was having the time of her life.

"STOP! NOW!" a voice suddenly exploded.

Hermione and Malfoy stopped and stared at Professor Dumbledore. He lost the twinkle in his eyes.

"May theboth of yousee what you have done?" He told them.

They looked around the room and gasped. The class had filled in around them as they were dueling and most of them got hit with their spells and curses. Some were unconscious and the others were trying to revive the others or to heal themselves.

"Merlin!" was all Hermione could say. Did she and Malfoy really do that?

"Ms. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, follow me." Dumbledore told them.

'NOW what have I gotten myself into?' she wondered as they were led towards a corridor unknown to them.

Authors Note:

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