Hey everyone, this is chapter 3 redone. Not much has changed, but I think it flows better now.
Also, I have had a question on why did I make the Zabini's black. My answer is because they are black in the book and the movie. So I felt like I should hold to what J.K. had and keep them black. But please review. I don't know if you all like it if you do review. As for Harry don't worry I have a plan coming for him.
And for all those who what to see what Hermione looks like as Annalisa check my Profile, I have a link to who I think she would look like.
I hope that you all like it.
Chapter Three
Hermione was sitting in the Zabini sitting room, waiting for them to join her. Well I guess I should call them my family, she thought to herself as she waited.
"Hermione dear, are you hungry?" Lady Zabini asked, pulling Hermione out of her thoughts.
She looked up to see her mother standing in the doorway with a try of food, Mr. Zabini and Blaise standing behind her.
"Yes, thank you," Hermione answered politely.
They walked in and Lady Zabini put the tray of tea sandwiches down on the coffee table and sat down across from Hermione with Mr. Zabini next to his wife and Blaise beside to his new-found sister.
"Hermione, I know you have a lot of questions, but please let us explain first," Lady Zabini started before Hermione could get a word in. "First of all, your real name is Annalisa Zabini and you are a year younger than Blaise. So really, you're supposed to be in going into your sixth year, not your seventh.
"You mean I'm a year under all of my friends?" Hermione interrupted, incredulous.
"Yes, dear. You are really turning 15 turning 16, not 16 turning 17. But since you have already finished this year, you will still go in to your seventh as planned. You will be the only person to ever skip a grade at Hogwarts," Lady Zabini finished with a little laugh.
Hermione sat there, unable to move, letting all of the new information sink in. I'm a year younger than I thought? Well no wonder I developed later than all of the other girls.
"We need to do one thing before we can continue, though," Mr. Zabini said, catching Hermione's attention.
"Yes?" Hermione answered, unsure of what he was about to say.
"We have to remove the Glamour that was placed on you," he explained. "It's time to see how you really look."
"Oh, yes, you're right," Hermione said, a little excited. She was never particularly happy with how she looked: her plain hair, dull eyes, and a chest that would not grow.
"Are you ready?" Lady Zabini asked as her husband stood up and pulled out his wand.
Hermione stood up and nodded her head. Mr. Zabini muttered a spell and Hermione saw a flash of bright purple light before she collapsed in an ungraceful heap on the handmade Oriental rug on the floor and everything went dark.
The Zabini's all rushed around Hermione and saw that her skin color was very slowly becoming darker.
"Papa, why is she unconscious?" Blaise asked, worried for his new sister.
"It is part of the spell, son. Unlike most Glamour charms that last for only a week to a month, she has been under this for years. Her body has gotten used to being in that form. Her bones have set that way and grew with Glamour, making her body believe that the Glamour was her true form, unlike short (term) Glamours where the body knows that the spell fake and doesn't grow with it. It will take much longer for her body to return to her true form because it doesn't know what its real form was and the Glamour has to release her completely and allow her real body to take shape. This process will take a while and it could be very painful for her if any of her bones must break and reset," Mr. Zabini explained.
"Oh," Blaise said, a little disappointed. "I was hoping to see what my little sister looked like and to start getting to know her right away."
"You will, my boy, but first we need to get her to her bed," Mr. Zabini said, lifting his daughter and taking her to her new room with the Lady and Blaise following him.
THE NEXT DAY
Hermione awoke snuggled in silk sheets. Why am I so sore? she wondered to herself groggily. She tried to sit up, but her arms gave out under her and she let out a stifled cry. She moved her legs over the side of the bed, but, just like her arms, as soon as she put weight on them, she collapsed to the ground with a loud thud.
Moments later, all of the Zabini's came rushing into her room. Blaise was the first through the door and saw Hermione lying on the ground, attempting but failing to raise herself up.
"What happened to me?" Hermione yelled at them, "What did you do to me!"
Blaise rushed to her side and picked her up and placed her on the lavish bed. Mr. Zabini rushed in with his wife right behind just as Blaise settled Hermione on her bed.
"You're ok Ann-I mean Hermione," Blaise said, trying to calm down his sister.
"What happened?" Lady Zabini asked, concerned for her baby girl.
"I don't know. I walked in and she was on the floor," Blaise answered before Hermione could get a word in edgewise.
"Why can't I move my arms and legs? And why am I in so much pain," she cried out, just wanting this searing throbbing to end.
"Hermione, dear," Mr. Zabini started, "we preformed the spell to remove the Glamour charm on you and since you have been under this one for mostly all of your life, your body has gotten used to how the Glamour said your body should look and started to grow that way. So when we removed it, I guess some of your bones had to break and reset in the right place. I guess your body hasn't gotten used to this change yet. It might be a few hours or a couple of days before you can move comfortably again," he finished, rounding the bed and sitting on the opposite side of her along with his wife.
"So I can't move my body," Hermione said, tears running down her face partly from pain, partly from emotional strain.
"Oh no, no, no, honey, that's not what we meant," Lady Zabini quickly amended. "You can still move, but only for small amounts of time. After a few days you will be able to do everything that you once were able to. Your father and I will go get you some breakfast and Blaise, would you please stay with your sister while we're gone?" she finished with a question, looking at Blaise for his reply.
"Sure Mama.No problem, I would be happy to," Blaise said moving so he was sitting next to Hermione.
"Ok, we'll be right back," Mr. Zabini said walking out the door with his wife following dutifully.
Blaise snuck a quick glance at his sister and could easily see her internal struggle with the situation written all over her face.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, attempting to break the awkward silence that had fallen over them.
"How am I feeling?" she asked incredulously, "Well let's see, yesterday I find out that my parents are dead, only to find out they aren't my parents at all. The people who have hated me and treated me like dirt the since they knew of my existence, who never bothered to get to know me now want to act as though the past six years never happened and act like we're one big happy family. Well it's not exactly easy to do and now I can't even move. So I'm feeling just peachy, thanks," she finished, her annoyance clearly present.
"Hermione, I know that our past hasn't been the best history's ever seen. I realize that I have been a royal asshole to you, I know that you have every reason to hate me, and I know that I have no right to be angry with you if you tried to kill me at this very moment. But I just want you to understand that I will do anything and everything I can to get in your good graces so that I might finally be able to be the big brother I have always wanted to be," he said, looking in to her eyes, his sincerity shining through.
Hermione looked at Blaise quizzically, not sure if she should believe him or not.
"How can you just act like these last six years never happened? You hated me and treated me like shit since you met me, and now only because you find out that I'm your sister, you want me to act like nothing happened, just like you are?"
"In a way, yes, I am just forgetting the last six years, the only reason I didn't like you was because of your blood status. I know that sounds horrible, but it's how I feel. I honestly believe purebloods are better than everyone else, I just don't think that everyone else needs to die because we don't have the same blood. Even Muggles have different social statues. They believe some people are better depending on the family they're born into," he said trying to convey it in a way she could relate to. "I also know that you have a legitimate reason to hate me because I gave you one. But I just hope that maybe one day, we can be friends."
"I won't lie, I have always wanted an older brother. I guess that's why I became so close to Ron and Harry, but I don't know if that can happen. You made it your mission to put me down from day one, I need time to process this all. I'm not one to leave things in the past just because someone wants me to start over. I can't let go that easily; that's just how I am. You admitted that the only reason you disliked me was because I was being myself. Just because I'm your sister now doesn't mean I'm going to change who I am as a person. So if you hated me for me being me then why would that change because of blood?"
Blaise nodded looking down. He knew that she was right, he just hoped that she would let him show her who he really could be.
"I understand but that won't stop me from trying," he said with a small smile. "Can I least try and get to (know) you?" he asked, hoping she would give him something to work with.
Hermione thought for a moment before nodding.
"Yes, you can try," she said slowly.
"Well first question: would you like to be known as Hermione or Annalisa?" he asked, hoping she would pick the latter.
"Well, all my life I've been known as Hermione, but Annalisa is my real name. I have never really liked my name, so I guess you can call me Annalisa."
Blaise couldn't help but smile. He was getting somewhere with her. He knew that if she wanted to go by her real name that on some level she wanted this to work.
"Ok Annalisa, how does it feel to learn that you'll be sixteen for another year?" he asked with a smirk on his face.
Annalisa looked at Blaise crossly. "Don't you dare laugh because it's going to suck. I now have to wait an extra year before I can do magic outside of school."
"Yea, it won't be fun but maybe our parents can do something about the whole no-magic thing since you going to 7th year instead of your 6th. I mean, you believe that you were turning 17, so they might change the rules just this once since you'll be leaving school a year earlier than you should be."
"Which reminds me, how does it feel to have your younger sister in the same year as you and also know that she gets better marks than you?" she asked with a laugh.
Blaise laughed for a moment before he realized what she declared, then he frowned. "Well if this was a normal situation I would be mildly upset, but in this case, it doesn't count because until yesterday, we were both the same age, so I don't feel bad about it," he replied, smirking at his justification.
"Well next year everyone will know that your younger sister is smarter than you," she teased, trying her best to get a rise out of him.
Blaise knew what she was playing at, but he wasn't going to let her get to him like that. Before anything else could be said, the door opened and in walked their parents with a tray of food
"Ok honey, we have bacon, eggs, pancakes, and waffles. Is there anything else you want?" Lady Zabini asked, eager to please her daughter. "I could have the elves make anything you could possibly want. We weren't too sure about what you preferred to eat, so if you don't like anything on the tray, anything else can brought up to you." the Lady of the house finished.
Annalisa smiled at the Zabini's - no her parents - trying to make the best possible first impression.
"It's great" she said, with a tight smile as her mother placed the tray of food on the bed in front of her crossed legs.
"Here you go dear. If you need anything, just let us know," Lady Zabini said, kissing Annalisa on the forehead before walking out. Mr. Zabini followed his wife's example, kissed Annalisa on the forehead, and walked out after his wife.
"You have no idea how happy they are to have you here, they missed you so much. Even though they didn't show it because they were trying to stay strong for me, I could tell that a part of them was missing and it was the worst on your birthday.
"It wasn't so hard on me because I was only one when you were born. I never knew about you, so I never understood why they were so upset on the same day every year. It wasn't until I was about nine or ten when I was bored, Draco couldn't come over, my parents were out of the house for the day, and all of the elves were getting ready for an event that was happening later in the week. I went exploring and I found this hidden passage next to my father's study. I followed it and found a hidden room full of papers and portraits.
"I looked at the papers and every single one of them said that a Zabini child had been kidnapped during the night. Now at first, I thought that they were talking about me, but when I opened the paper, I saw a picture of the interview and my parents were holding me. So I started to look at the portraits hanging on the wall, and I was shocked to see my family; my father was holding me and my mother had a little girl in her arms. I ran back over to where the papers where sitting and I looked through them. I found your birth certificate lying there. I picked up the portrait and the certificate and ran back though the passageway. I waited until my parents returned and confronted them about everything and they told me the truth."
"But why didn't they want to tell you?"Annalisa asked, confused.
"Well, they told me that they didn't want me to know. So many years went by with no leads and they thought that you would never be found. They didn't tell because they didn't want me to be affected by it."
"So they just gave up on me?" she asked in a soft voice.
"No, of course they didn't. They still had regular meetings with the Ministry for any new information, but there never was any. No one could understand the connection between our parents and the people who kidnapped you."
Annalisa looked down for a moment. She had completely forgotten about her 'parents' dying. Blaise noticed the look on her face and realized what he said.
"I am so sorry. I didn't mean to bring that up. How are you feeling " he asked, trying to sound as though he cared about those people he wished he could have killed himself.
"Do you even care?" Annalisa asked pointedly.
"Nope. I don't. I'm sorry to say this, but they took you away from us. I'm glad they're dead because now I have my sister back and my family is complete once again. But I know that to you they were your parents and you probably miss them," he finished.
"You're right, I do miss them. I understand why you don't care, but they never treated like was anyone but theirs. They loved me with everything. I never wanted for anything in my life. I just don't understand how they could do this to anyone," she said wiping away the few tears that were falling from her eyes.
Blaise quickly pulled her into a hug, holding her as she started to grieve 'her parents' death. He knew she was hurting, but he couldn't help the smile that graced his lips at the thought of their deaths.
So what did you all think about chapter 3? Please review. I love to hear from all of my readers. Please let me know what you think about it, PLEASE.
Once again I want to thank my BETA a Rouge without her Remy, she has done so much for me and I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart.