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Chapter Two: Tension Time

"OWWWW!" Hermione wailed, as her the corner of her trunk came in contact with her right big toe. Cursing under her breath, she heaved the trunk safely off of her foot and pulled out her wand. She was now able to do magic outside of school, and she was grateful. It made some things so much easier.

It had been a week since the phone incident with Ron and her mum proclaiming to her that the family had a vacation coming up.

Levitating her trunk down the stairs, Hermione was careful not to hit the walls or knock anything over. She had a tendency to be clumsy, but she knew her parents would be upset if she did something stupid. Her parents weren't exactly what you would call strict but they weren't totally laid back. They rarely saw their daughter and when they did, they wanted to please her. Even though Hermy wasn't spoiled rotten, she was a teensy bit spoiled.

Hermione put down her trunk by the big oak front door, which had tiny stained glass windows on either side, and headed back into the kitchen. Now both of her parents were seated in there, it being rather late in the afternoon.

"Ready to go, darling?" her mother asked her.

Hermione nodded and shrugged. Suddenly, 'Mione felt something: tension. This confused her. These were her parents and had been for 17 years! Why should she be all mad? Sighing, the teen demanded, "Can we just go now?"

Instead of raising to their feet, they looked at each other, worry expressed all across their faces. "We have something to tell you, Hermione…" her father started. Her mum cut in, "Dear, will you please sit down? You'll be more comfortable and this way we can talk about it all."

If it was tension-filled before, who knew what it was now? The saying "The tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife" was an under-statement to how Hermione felt inside. Swallowing and trying to control herself, Hermione said, "What do we have to talk about?"

Her father frowned. "Something very important that will change your life forever."

"Are you two having a baby?" Hermione smiled, hoping to calm herself by doing so. It did not prevail.

Her mum smiled at her as her father continued, "No, princess, you were adopted."

It was if time had suddenly stopped itself in that moment, capturing Hermione sitting there, shock and horror written all over her face as her eyes darted from one parent to the next, studying their faces in great depth and detail.

Her mum bit her lip and scurried over to Hermione's side, balancing by putting one knee on the tile floor. "Please don't be upset, Hermy," her mother coaxed, "we had no idea that when we adopted you that you would be a witch! But you see; now the Zabinis want you back! And we don't know what to do!"

Hermione sat stock still. "Who wants me back?" she asked.

"Your real parents. The Zabini family - "

The body of Hermione Granger was now a crumpled heap on the white floor.

Blinking open her eyes, Hermione slowly regained consciousness after fainting. She was now in her bed upstairs in her room. 'My parents must have put me up here,' she thought to herself.

Sticking her feet off the side of the bed, she tried to remember what news had been so bad anyway. She had hit her head pretty hard. Just then, it hit her. She had been adopted and she was PUREBLOOD! Smirking while thinking about how great it would be to see Malfoy's ferret face when he found out.

Yawning, she stretched and stood up, completely out of bed now. She put on some muggle music. Two Australian girls called 'the Veronicas'. Placing her CD player on her favorite song, she smiled and sang along to 'Did Ya Think'.

I'm having a day from hell.

It was all going so well (before you came).

And you told me you needed space,

With a kiss on the side my face (not again).

And not to mention (the tears, the shame),

But I should have kicked your (ass instead).

I need intervention, attention to stop this want to scream.

Cause baby,

Everything is F-ed up, straight from the heart.

Tell me what do you do when it all falls apart.

Gotta pick myself up, where do I start?

Cause I can't turn to you when it all falls apart, no.

Ever since her and Ron's bad breakup in 6th year, Hermione had kept her heart secure and safe from anyone ready to harm it. She had caught Ron liked Lavender at the same time that he was going out with Hermione. He hadn't snogged her, or so he claimed. Hermione didn't know what to think, so she ended it there on the spot.

Harry was okay with them going out, it was just a little akward at times. He was in the middle of a rather large relationship with Ron's little sister and Hermione's best friend, Ginny. Even though at times, Ron hints that he still has feelings for the girl of the Golden Trio, Hermione never pays attention. She doesn't want to get hurt again.

Don't know where I parked my car,

Don't know who my real friends are (anymore),

I put my faith in you,

What a stupid thing to do (when it rains, it pours).

And not to mention (I drank too much,)

I'm feeling hung over (and out of touch).

I need intervention, attention to stop this want to scream.

Cause baby.

Hermione found her trunk at the door of her bedroom. Deciding to take advantage at another hygienic thing, she took a bath and dressed into a pair of jeans and black t-shirt with a V-neck. She charmed her hair to be dry and ringlet curly. From being out in the sun so much, Hermione's chestnut brown hair had a few strands of beach blonde color mixed in. It looked good, Hermione had to admit, but she didn't like that people assumed she had highlights put it. She would never have that done. She's too laid back to really care. Besides now that she had learned to tame her hair, she liked how it looked. Why change it?

A knock came from her door. "Hermione!" her mother's voice called out to her. "Come in," the disgruntled teenager said, leaning against the doorframe of her bathroom.

Jane Granger took caution upon approaching her daughter – well, adopted daughter. "Hey 'Mione dear. Here's a letter to you from your birth parents," she placed a clean white envelope with small black cursive writing on it on top of Hermione's chest of drawers, "It came in the mail only a few days ago for you. But your father and I knew we should try to talk to you first. It didn't go very well and I am deeply sorry, Hermione. I didn't want you to find out like this. I think that letter will clear up a lot of your questions."

Obviously finished with her speech, her mother just stood there for a few seconds, taking in the atmosphere, then quickly turned on her heel and exited through the doorway.

Hermione had much anticipation and anxiety to run over and read the letter as soon as it was placed on her dresser, but contained herself. But as soon as the door snapped shut, announcing Jane Granger's departure, Hermione made her way to the letter.

Her feet glided over the carpet, wanting so badly to know what the letter with-held. Reaching it, her right extended and took the letter from it's place. Making her way over to her bed, she sat down and studied it. The small black cursive writing read: Hermione Granger. There were no other words at all. Just her name. Hermy found this odd, but ignored her feelings and opened the envelope, revealing a piece of folded parchment inside. Pulling that out, she let the envelope fall to the ground.

Quickly, she unfolded it and then her eyes swam across the page. It read:

My Dearest Hermione,

Finally! I can communicate with you! You have no idea how long I have waited to write this letter. As you now know, you were adopted as a baby, for reasons I am about to tell you.

You see, you are a twin, Hermione. You have a twin brother named Blaise. He has missed you very much. You two were very close for the first year of your lives. Before you were separated. That breaks my heart, baby girl, you see the reason we sent you off to live with the muggles was so the Dark Lord couldn't find you. Back then, we were servants of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but since his downfall last year, we have been free wizards and witches. We were under the Imperious Curse.

The reason the Dark Lord wanted you because there was a prophecy about the female in a set of twins from a high pureblood family over-throwing Voldemort. So this evil wizard starting killing off every girl that was in a twin set. We couldn't bear to have you killed, Hermione, we just couldn't.

So we sent you off to live with the Grangers. Muggles, yes they are, and it pains our entire family to think about how many people thought that a Zabini was muggleborn for so many years. But that way, no one ever even knew you existed except for us and a few close family friends, including the Malfoys. Charming people. Blaise is just such good friends with their son, Draco, and I'm sure you will get to be too! (Hermione shuddered at this.) So that way Blaise was mistaken for an only child and you were safe.

Now that the prophecy has come true! We were so proud to hear that you fought in the war on the good side! We are taking a vacation to France in about a week and we would love for you and your muggle foster parents to join us!

See you soon, my girl! We all can't wait to see you!

Much Love,

Your Mother

Mrs. Victoria Zabini

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'When It All Falls Apart' by the Veronicas

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