Dear Harry, Ron and Ginny,

I have a hunch that you three are already together so I decided to write one letter. I have some, well, interesting news to tell you all. I can't write it in the letter, for various reasons, but I'd like to tell each of you in person. You can find me in Diagon Alley this afternoon. Hope to see you three there!

I signed simply 'Hermione'. Sure, there wasn't a lot of thought or foreword about it, but there wasn't a right way to say all of the things I needed to on a single piece of parchment. It could have taken me days and rolls of parchment to express myself. I didn't have the luxury of time on my hands.

I sighed as I rolled the letter up and hopped out my bed, making sure to take along with me my other completed letter. I strolled over to Blaise's door and knocked three times. No answer.

Bloody hell, he could be a insufferable twit at the most inopportune times. I knocked again, only this time harder. The door shook at my newfound strength. Yet, there was still no correspondence from his side of the barrier. I stood there, tapping my foot impatiently; the beating of my shoe against the hard floor resounded like a bad-tuned orchestra. I suddenly slapped myself on my forehead- eureka!

Blaise! I thought.

Zzzzzzzzzz

Merlin, he's still asleep!

BLAISE!

Suddenly I heard a noise through the door, of which sounded like a loud thump.

Holy Harpies! I heard Blaise yell as I silently giggled. I started to hear loud footsteps and soon after the door flew open. I stood there once again with my mouth ajar. Blaise's hair was all over the place, he had sleep in his eyes, and his pajamas were twisted around. It was an unholy sight to see. No where did I find a trace of the well-composed, snarky Slytherin of my schooldays.

"What do you want, sister?" Blaise said sleepily with an air of irritation.

"Well, I see someone is not a morning person." I said with an eye roll.

"You bloody think so? Seems someone deserves a chocolate frog." His tart reply made my nose upturn. He was such a girl in the mornings.

"On to more important matters," I flicked my hair back listlessly and perked up my nose at him, "where do you guys keep the owls? I have some letters to send off."

Blaise stomped back into his room and came back with a piece of parchment. I looked at him with quizzical, weary eyes as he handed it to me.

"There's the map that you keep thinking about making. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going back to sleep." He finished as he slammed the door. It was kind of him to make it, yet the presentation wasn't too impressive. I chuckled at his antics- really, how mature. By now I was used to lazy blokes. Look at my best mates for crying out loud; Merlin did not have enough mercy upon me when he decided which lads I would encounter! I looked down at the map and started following the directions towards the owl room. As I finally reached it I stopped to think to myself that living such a large mansion was really good for my training. Definitely getting a lot of exercise, I thought with a shy blush that crept up my cheeks. Perhaps two certain people would be happy about that fact…? I shook my head at the prospect. I didn't need to change for anyone…lest of all, them.

I walked into the designated room and saw a beautiful black and white eagle used for owlry business sitting on a wooden perch. Oddly enough the owl had a bow with a letter around its neck. I slowly walked over to it, its inquisitive turquoise eyes following me. I grabbed the letter carefully, and freed the owl from the ridiculous red bow. I read the note and began to jump up and down with joy. Mum and Dad got this owl for me! I heard the owl coo as she spread her long wings and nudged my finger. I slowly moved my hand across her soft feathers; I tried to think of a name for my new owl, but it was not as easy as I assumed it would be.

I absentmindedly said Bella out loud in almost a whisper as I was looking at her. By then, I picked up the habit of chronically using Italian lingo taught by my new family.

The owl nudged me again and hooted happily.

"I guess you like that name, don't you? Bella it is!" I giggled as I pulled out my two letters and tied them both to Bella's legs.

"This first one here goes to the Grangers' house. And the second one is to go to the Burrow for Ron and Ginny Wesley and Harry Potter." I said, wondering if the owl would know where to go.

Bella nipped my finger lovingly and took off gracefully through the window. On my long stroll back to my room I thought about the last couple of days spent in this manor. Being a hybrid vampire witch really wasn't all its cracked up to be. I noticed my aching body parts that were becoming increasingly harder to bear as the days flew by, and having two crazy instructors didn't help either. As I reached my door, I noticed a familiar annoying blonde in front of Blaise's room.

"I would give up if I was you Malfoy, I don't think Blaise is in the mood for company right now." I said, really wishing to pull out my wand and dueling him rather than talking civilly.

He smirked and raised his brow. "Well, then am I invited to your room? You can play host for once." His slick attitude grated my nerves. Keep your cool, keep your cool, I chanted endlessly.

I gave him back a smirk of my own. "Sure…" I replied and watched as he lost his mask of indifference and surprise etched its way onto his face, "when pigs fly." I said as I slammed the door in his face. Well, Blaise wasn't the only one who could slam doors in this house. Little did I know that anything was possible in the wizardry world, and Malfoy and I were no exceptions to that phrase.

***.

Hours later, I was surprised that we made it to Diagon alley without me killing Draco first. Of course he and Blaise just laughed off my threats, but one day I WILL get my satisfaction, because I knew it would be almost too much fun to ruin his pretty little pampered face. We rounded the corner and I saw the only building other than Hogwarts that made my heart stutter. Borgin and Burkes. I smiled widely as I headed in the direction of the bookstore. I suddenly saw Blaise skip ahead of me and practically barge into the store. I stopped and openly gaped after my brother. "Believe it or not know-it-all, you aren't the only bookworm in the family." Draco said as he caught up to me. I didn't say anything at all. As childish as it sounded, I wasn't in the mood to talk to him so I gave him the infamous silent treatment.

We started walking again matching each others step as we always seemed to do. Of course this was first mentioned in our training sessions. I rolled my eyes and cursed the Gods. Why did I have to be stuck with this git in my life? "So where are the other members of the trio? Have you told them about your new life, Hermione?"

I hissed as he said my old name. As if a spiteful immediate reaction had overtaken my body, I subtly stepped on his foot as I looked carefully around to see if anybody heard him. "You know better than that, Malfoy." I said his last name with a growl as we finally reached our destination. He smirked and held the door open for me. I knew he was only doing all of that to get on my nerves. Well, it bloody sure was working.

"After you, Ms. Zabini." His feigned chivalry made me gag.

I rolled my eyes as I stepped into the store and searched over the heads of people to try and find my twin. To be honest, I didn't know why I even bothered- there were just way to many people in the store. As I scanned the room, people gaped at me- I felt like that girl who wore the first skin-revealing dress of her life and everybody's eyes seemed to be glued to it. In my peripheral vision Theodore Nott shifting his eyes from my body to Draco, his eyebrows moving suggestively. Malfoy only glared back. I smiled, happy that I was bothering him even if he didn't show it. I closed my eyes and concentrated on Blaise; I felt a warm sensation that directed my attention to a little corner in the store. Once I opened my eyes again I saw that Blaise was standing there already with a stack of books. "Mia! Come on, you'll miss all the good ones!" He yelled over the swarm of voices.

I couldn't help but cave into the excitement that was building up inside of me. I started to walk quickly over to Blaise. Gracefully avoiding the clustures of people along the way, might I add. Suddenly behind me I heard a loud thump and the next thing I was aware of was my brother bursting out in laughter. I slowly turned around to see what the commotion was about. I took a sharp intake of breathe to try to hold in my own laughter. Malfoy was sprawled out on the ground surrounded by books as the book shop attendant stood over him yelling at him because of the mess he made. I watched as he quickly stood up and gave the bookshop attendant a cold look that was so strong it even sent shivers through my spine.

He casually walked over to where Blaise and I were as though nothing happened. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw a flash of light but brushed it aside as I saw Malfoy's face.

"What the bloody hell are you to looking at?" He said with a sneer.

"Mate, I'm sorry to laugh but what in the name of Merlin happened?" Blaise said with a snigger. I watched as Draco's expression softened up a bit just because of Blaise's innocence.

"I was walking behind this one," he said as he pointed to me, "and a bloody beetle attacked me! When I tried to fling it away, I ran into that stack of books there." He gestured to the said oppressor.

Blaise and I nodded and turned around to hide our smiles. Didn't want to get Draco too angry or else we'd suffer later. We may be the unique ones with our new found abilities but hell hath no fury like Draco Malfoy scorned. "I know what you guys are doing, so go suck a cow." Draco said.

As soon as the words left his lips Blaise's and my stomach growled in union."Sounds good to us." We said at the same time. Draco made a gagging sound as we walked to the counter to get our books and pay for them. I felt another flash of light as I turned around and noticed the beetle that must have been the one to attack Draco zoom out the door. Something about that picture made the wheels in my brain start to turn. As I was putting my thoughts together, Blaise yanked me into the other direction to get food. You'd be amazed at the type of things you can find in Knockturn Alley! Draco was able to get something decent to eat while Blaise and I got a couple pints of cows blood.

"What does it taste like? You know, the blood?" Draco asked as we walked towards Diagon Alley.

"Well, the cow's blood we just had tastes like really rare steak to me." I said as Blaise nodded in agreement. As we came closer to Diagon Alley I noticed the excess stares all three of us were receiving. Even more so than usual. When I looked closer I noticed that the people staring at us were pointing to a paper in their hands and whispering to each other. Just as I was about to say something I heard my name being yelled in the background. My former name, at least. All three of us whipped around and saw three figures approaching us very fast. Our first reaction was to tense up and get ready for the onslaught we thought was about to happen. But as I looked closer I noticed it was Harry Ron and Ginny. A stunning smile appeared on my face as I rushed over to meet them half way. I silently heard Mia, wait but I pushed Blaise's voice out of my mind.

As soon as I reached them, I immediately knew something was wrong. With hatred in his eyes Ron said, "We don't associate with your type. All this time you lied and betrayed us. The Hermione we knew is dead." His words pierced my heart as I found myself looking at The Daily Prophet that was being shoved in my face. My eyes started to water as I looked at the Headline on the front page. There was a picture of Blaise, Draco and I in Borgin and Burkes. I didn't even need to read the whole thing to know what it said I already figured what happened in my head. The last thing I remember as I was looking in to the furious faces of my friends was the name of one pesky reporter sticking out of the pages, Rita Skeeter. As I felt myself crumple to the ground a pair of strong hands wrapped around me as I was instantly pulled into a dark sucking vortex. When light reappeared in front of my eyes I noticed that we were back at my house. Draco pulled me over to the couch so I could sit down.

I looked around and heard six pops enter the room."This is outrageous! How in the world did this information get leaked?"

"I will bloody kill that reporter the next chance I get."

I heard a blurry onslaught of questions cloud my mind; "Does he know?", "Are the kids alright?","What are we going to do?","Why did this have to happen like this?".

I barely heard the voices in the background as I thought back to what had happened. The faces of Ron, Harry and Ginny kept flashing in my head. Each time I saw them my heart weighed heavier and heavier. Blaise came to sit down next to me and put his arm around my shoulder. I instantly felt better. Draco who was standing next to us quietly said "I'm sorry". We all looked towards the six adults as our names were called.

"We are going to have to move up the plan. He knows." Snape said as he raised his arm to show his Dark Mark.

"We have to get going now. He's summoning us." Lucius said while kissing his wife goodbye.

My parents stepped forward with sadness in their eyes. "We are sorry this is happening like this, Mia." My father said as he placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Dad! You're going,too?" Blaise said looking confused.

"Yes, I must to straighten everything out. You three stick together Liliana and Narcissa are going to stay here with you until we get back." Our father had a sickly poignant look on his face, like this was tearing him up inside but he would never dare share it.

"We must leave at once, the Dark Lord shows no patience for anyone!" Bellatrix said as she put her evil facade back on. If the matter wasn't so serious I would probably laugh. Spending these last few days with her and Snape training us was very eye opening. The only thing I can say is that she plays her part well. While not acting like an evil cynical crazed person, she really was not that bad. Four pops sounded as they disapparated into thin air. I looked around at all the forlorn faces. It finally hit me that soon Voldermort would know about Blaise and I. Soon we would be in his ranks. And soon my whole life would be torn upside down. The only thought left in my tired mind was that I wanted to talk to the Grangers who were expecting me at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor right about now, about how I need their comfort and support- the only part of my past life that I truly have left.

What in the world did we get ourselves into?

A/N- Been awhile since I've updated so I hope you guys enjoy! Thank you to everyone that has reviewed and left suggestions. Let me know what you think so far =)