Blaise watched as his mother left the library in her calm manner. He had finally convinced her that she should rest. Her energy had been waning for months now from stress. He couldn't have his mother breaking down in the middle of a war. Blaise leaned into the couch and sighed. He had learned so much in just a mere hour. He had a sister!! Bloody hell… as he closed his eyes a large thump echoed through the library.

"Damn Portkey," a feminine voice screeched. Blaise opened his eyes to find Hermione Granger in the middle of his library. He got up and watched as she observed her surroundings. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a shirt that emphasized her curves. Her wild hair was held in a loose bun with a few curls down. She was oblivious to the fact that Blaise was even there. "Where am I?" she muttered looking around.

"In my library," Blaise answered. Hermione turned and took a step back.

"Bloody hell," she gasped realizing that her wand was still at her house. Here she was in the Zambia mansion unarmed. Hermione tightened the grip on the items in her hand. What was she going to do? Blaise could see fear flash through her eyes suddenly being replaced with the infamous Gryffindor courage. Yet what confused him the most was the emblem on the letter she was holding. He could plainly see the Zambini crest on the envelope and there was…blood on it.

"Why does that letter have the Zambini crest on it?" Blaise asked crossing his arms. He watched her as she glanced down at the letter and back at Blaise. Her eyes grew wide-like. She knew something.

"That's none of your concern." She growled walking the fireplace. She could see a glass container filled with Floo powder. Her way out at last…maybe she could go to the Burrow and figure this out. Blaise suddenly appeared before her blocking her from the fireplace.

"You are not leaving until you tell me!" Blaise growled. Anger rolled off her in waves. How dare he order her around? Especially on her birthday!

"You, insufferable…" Hermione began to yell. All of the sudden a woman walked into the library. She was beautiful. Her ebony locks were down reaching the middle of her back. Her green eyes spotted Hermione and Blaise and smiled.

"Mother, please go back to bed." Blaise urged moving to the woman's side. "You aren't well." So this is Lady Zambini. Hermione could see the similarities between Blaise and his mother. The way they held themselves was similar, both were calm and collected. They both shared eye color, which was a starling green. Both had the same hair color yet Blaise's hair was cut similar to that insufferable ferret's hairstyle.

"You pamper me too much, dear." His mother stated waving him off like an annoying bug. Her eyes returned to Hermione. "Now who are you, my dear?" Hermione watched as the Lady of the house sat down in a chair and motioned for Hermione to do so as well.

"My name is Hermione Granger, Lady Zambini." Hermione stated glancing at Blaise who was watching her with a look that could kill. He must care deeply for his mother. She could tell by how he looked at her.

"Oh, I have heard so much about you, dear." Claudia stated. Blaise rolled his eyes at his mother's politeness and glanced at the spot where Granger had landed. Standing there forgotten was a vial filled with a potion obviously. Blaise carefully walked over and picked it up.

"What's in your hand, Blaise?" his mother asked making him turn. Both ladies were up and watching him.

"A vial, mother." He answered showing what he found. "Granger must have dropped it." He could see Hermione move towards him, but was stopped by her mother.

"Dear, do you know what is in that vial?" she asked watching Hermione shake her head. No. "It's a potion that is supposed to remove the most permanent glamour charms. "

"How do you know that, mother?" Blaise asked.

"I am one of the few Potion mistresses left, Blaise." His mother hissed. "I should be able to recognize any potion I see." His mother returned her glare towards Hermione. She could see the envelope in her hand and what shocked her the most was the handwriting on the envelope.

"That's Antonio's handwriting." His mother gasped grabbing onto the chair for support. Blaise instantly ran towards his mother shoving the vial into Hermione's hand.

"Mother, are you okay?" he asked holding onto her. Blaise watched as her gaze return to Hermione who just threw some Floo powder into the fireplace.

"No!" his mother yelled. "Don't let her leave." Blaise pulled out his wand watching as Hermione ran into the fire leaving them alone in the library. He turned to find his mother crying again.

"Mom, what's going on?" he asked grabbing her hand. His mother looked at him with blurry eyes.

"That was her. That was Maria." Her mother gasped running her fingers through her hair. "She had found her way back home."

Hermione walked out into her bedroom and collapsed. What had just happened? Everything was running through her mind trying to find some sense to it. Why did that woman want her to stay so bad? The sadness in her voice made Hermione want to cry. Hermione looked at the letter and signed. Why could her parents just let her believe that she was their child? Couldn't they have let her live this lie?? She glared at the letter. Maybe she should read it. She was meant to read it....Hermione could feel the pull it had on her already. Part of ehr wanted to know who her family was and why they abandoned her. Finally deciding, she carefully opened the envelope and began to read.

To my dearest daughter,

If you are reading this, it means that I haven't been able to raise you as I would like. You are probably angry with me and your mother for abandoning you to this Muggle family, yet you must know one thing. I was the one that gave you up. Your dear mother doesn't know what happened to you. She loved you from the first time she laid eyes on you. You are a Zambini, my dear. You were born one minute after your brother, Blaise on Sept. 12. Your name is Maria Alessandra and I am so proud to say that I am the one that named you. I named you after your grandmother, Maria, who died in the beginnings of this depraved war.

I have one wish that I beg of you to fulfill. Please spend time with your mother and Blaise. Do not blame them for this travesty. They never got the chance to see you grow and become the woman that you are. I am writing this letter on the fact that I will die soon. You grandmum was a Seer and a week before she died she told me of my upcoming death. Tom Riddle will soon try to get through the ancient wards around the Zambini Mansion and give out his punishment. The Zambini family has always been neutral. We have never been confined to Dark Magic and we will never be. Our refusal to join his war has pushed us to exile. I only hope that my death will be the only causality from this event. I can't bear the thought that you and Blaise unable to live in this world I have grown to love. Be safe, my daughter.

Will all my love,

Antonio Lucca Zambini

Please drink the potion...the glamour I placed on you can only be broken by this potion I brewed.

The letter dropped carelessly as the information ran through her head. She was a bloody Zambini...she had just been at her house. Her mother was Claudia Zambini and Blaise was her brother. Adrenaline ran through her body making her shake. Hermione could feel the upcoming effect of an anxiety attack. She ran her fingers through her hair trying to calm herself. Hermione couldn't freak out like this. She was Maria Alessandra Zambini. Bloody hell...she had just been to her house.

Hermione glanced at the vial beside her. What would she look like when the glamour was gone? Hermione licked her lips as she picked up the vial and uncorked it. Should she really do this? By drinking this vial, everything would change. A new life...a new family to start over with.

Hermione quickly chugged the vile potion and threw the vial away from her. It was done.