A/N I'm submitting this before anyone has the chance to review, but I hope you all enjoy it! Remember, the characters arn't mine, so sad :'(

How could this have happened? How is this true! Hermione thought as she paced around her room in frustration. She had just finished reading the letter from her biological parents. She was a pureblood! Year of torture from that blasted Malfoy over her blood and none of it was even true!

Just wait until he hears about this! However, her excitement about throwing her newfound pureblood status was short lived. And she went back to pacing her room angrily…

Then she noticed the envelope still sitting on her bed, she hadn't noticed earlier, but there was something still left inside. She walked over and emptied the contents into the palm of her hand. She looked down at the large silver locket she was holding, it was engraved with the initials…

M.S.Z.

Standing for….

Morgan Sophia Zabini

September 2nd, Boarding the Hogwarts Express

Hermione strode through the barrier to Platform 9 ¾. It was the first day back to school, she was incredibly nervous to face her friends. She had been almost completely ignoring their letters except for a few short replies so they didn't think Death Eaters had taken her.

The war with Voldemort was over, Her, Harry and Ron, had ended up facing him at the end of their 6th year. Ron had been knocked out quite quickly, but her and Harry had lasted to the end with her getting in some pretty good shots until Harry Finished him. However, some of the more devout followers had yet to have been caught. Maybe I did so well because of this special power the Zabinis had been talking about.

Hermione still wouldn't admit that she had any real ties to the family. Although, ignoring the fact had made her in a continuous bad mood and made her only want to be by herself. She got onto the train and went straight to the prefects and heads compartment, hoping to avoid her friends altogether, knowing they would just get a compartment for themselves.

When she arrived at the compartment she saw that she wasn't the first one there, Draco Malfoy was sitting in the corner looking out the window. She looked at him in disgust remembering he at made Head Boy this year, just like she had made Head Girl. It looked like he was in deep thought about a purple witches hat a women was wearing in the general direction he was looking. He didn't notice her come in and sit down, which suited her just fine. Hermione took out her new Charms textbook and settled in for a long ride.

Draco had arrived to the train early. He had to get out of the house; his mother has been driving him nuts. He loved his mother he really did, and he really felt bad for her. Lately she had taken to wandering the house muttering. Over the last year she had been increasingly loosing her mind. Draco suspected it was from his father taking out his anger on her after bad meetings with the Dark Lord. Thank God he had been defeated and his father killed.

Draco would never surcome to the dark side of magic. It's not like he would be running to become Potty and Weasels new best friend now that the war was over, but he definitely didn't agree with his father's views on the world. His mother had taught him about muggles and had shown him since a very young age that everyone was equal. He had however, kept up a façade of likeness to his father, not just to save himself punishment but also his mother. She was one of the only people that really mattered to him. Her and his best mate Blaise Zabini. They both shared the same views and Blaise was intelligent enough to hold a real conversation, unlike many of the other slytherins in his age group: Goyle, Crabbe, Pansy Parkinson. They all drove him mad.

He was staring into space when thinking about all of this when she walked in. Granger. She was another person who drove him up the wall. He watched her reflection in the window as she walked in the compartment. She had quickly glanced over at him and scrunched up her nose in disgust, before turning her attention to the 7th level Charms textbook.

Draco noticed that she looked a little distracted and upset. He also wondered why she was here and not having a nice little Golden Trio Reunion. They were now; after all, the most celebrated people in the magical world. He wasn't in the mood to fight with her so he pretended she never had walked in in the first place.

Soon the train had begun to move, and they sat there in silence until the door slid open and Blaise walked in.

Hermione looked up from her book as the one person she least wanted to see walked in. Blaise Zabini. Deciding she would rather keep her secret to herself than let her twin brother in on it. She tried her best to ignore him.

"Hey Mate," Blaise said to Draco as he walked in. He went over and sat next to him not even noticing the presence of Hermione, "I've been looking for you everywhere. Pansy found me and I had to endure 20 minutes of her going on about the latest trends as seen in Witch Weekly. Draco laughed and Hermione tried her best to stifle one of her own.

Upon hearing her laugh Blaise turned around and saw her for the first time. Their eyes met and she suddenly felt whole, as if being close to Blaise brought a missing piece of herself to her. It looked like he may have shared the same feeling, but shook it off. Of course he doesn't know who I am, or that they were actually twins. Hermione began to wonder is her biological parents had even told him about her existence yet…

She was fingering the locket in her pocket, when as if on cue, Blaise started talking to Malfoy.

"Draco, my parents told me this is the year, my sister will be revealed on our 18th birthday when her glamour charm wears off," He was speaking under his breath, hoping Hermione was to into her book to pay attention to his conversation. He could have waited to tell Draco, but he was too excited to keep it in any longer.

"That's great mate! I'll help you look for her, I know how you've felt like a piece of you is missing, it is supposedly a very common feeling when separated from a twin." Draco replied mirroring Blaise sound level and excited tone.

"Thanks, hopefully she goes to Hogwarts and not one of the other schools. Who do you think it could be if she does go here."? He questioned Draco.

"Well it doesn't really matter as long as it's not Pansy, and she'll probably be a Slytherin." He replied, "Considering all your ancestors have been except for the one loose cannon that ended up in Gryffindor!" They both laughed and agreed. Until they heard a heavy thump of a book closing, they had forgot Granger was even in the compartment.

She quickly got up and left the compartment, she had had enough of that conversation.