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"Bloody hell, look at her hair."
"We kind of got the point, Ginny."
"What the hell happened to her?"
"I don't know…stop rummaging through her stuff, Ron!"
"Be quiet! She is still sleeping."
"Shut up!" Hermione groaned unable to ignore them any longer. How dare they wake her?? "I'm trying to sleep here." She opened her eyes to find Ginny sitting down at the edge of her bed with Harry looking at her from the window. Ron was standing in front of her drawer looking like he was caught red-handed. They had been unable to come yesterday so they were supposed to drop by before they all went to the Burrow. Part of her was happy that they didn't see her yesterday. After Hermione had taken that potion, she had locked herself in her room and cried. Cried for everything she saw fit to cry about. Hermione sighed. She would have to explain everything to them soon enough anyway.
"Hermione," Harry muttered grabbing the hand mirror on her dresser. "Look at yourself." Hermione gently rubbed her eyes before taking the mirror. She almost screamed. Her brown hair…it was now black and straight. Her eyes were green, almost the exact same color as her mother's eyes. Her skin was light brown not enough to tell she was of Italian descent.
"Bloody hell," she muttered touching her face lightly as if it was an illusion.
"That's what Ron said when he busted in here." Ginny giggled watching as her brother turned beet red. Ginny dodged a pillow that was thrown at her before she turned back to Hermione. "What's going on, Hermione?" she asked gesturing to her changes. She licked her lips before answering the main question.
"Well it all started…"
"Where are we, mother?" Blaise asked as his mother apparated them to an abandoned street. By the houses, Blasie could tell that they were in Muggle London. Blaise lanced back at his mother and sighed. After seeing Hermione, she was sure that was her daughter. He couldn't get his hopes up. He was what supported his mother when she began to cry. If he let his hopes get up and Hermione isn't his twin sister, then Blasie knew that he would get depressed like his mother. Part of him wanted his sister to be alive. "Mom??"
"We are at the Burrow." she answered waiting for the something to appear. How could she know where the Order of the Phoenix resided??
"What are you not telling me, Mother?" he growled observing the place that the Weaseley called a home. How could someone live in this place.
"There is alot of things that you don't know, Blaise." she muttered taking her cane out of his hand. She had never told Blaise about her dueling years when she had a fierce temper. She had suffered a blow to the knee and was now forced to use her cane during the winter. That was how she met his father. Their duel had been a tie, and while one of her friends was pulling her away Antonio had yelled, "I can't want to court you, love." Claudia couldn't remember a time she had blushed that fierce. Oh how she missed him so. Claudia sighed when the door was pulled open and a familiar red-head looked out.
"Hey Molly."
"Wow..."Ron muttered flinging himself into a chair.
"You have said that for the millionth time, Ronald!" Hermione screeched throwing her pillow at Ron. "Can't you say something besides "wow"?"
"Well what am I supposed to say?" he yelled ignoring Harry and Ginny's waves of protest. "You are a bloody Zambini." Hermione groaned and leaned her head onto Ginny's shoulder. They all had listened to her story and this is what she got?? Him yelling at her as if she had a choice who her parents were? Ron could be such an arse.
"Don't listen to that prat!" Ginny hissed sticking her tongue out at Ron. "He is just jealous that he has to be nice to Blaise now. You know how he hates the Slytherin Prince."
"This doesn't change anything...you are still our Hermione. Isn't that right, Ron?" Harry added hitting Ron in the head with a book. Hermione looked at Ron with pleading eyes.
"Yeah, I agree." he muttered looking ashamed. "You're still our Hermione." Hermione smiled happily.
"Thanks guys." she muttered rubbing her temples. Hermione had been so worrid that they would never accept this. Hermione knew that she couldn't life without them. They meant so much to her. Everythign was changing. Her parents...oh god, she needed to talk to them. She had to make sure that they knew that she still loved them. They were the ones tat raised her after all.
"So are we ready to go back home?" Ron asked rubbing his stomach. "I'm starving." Hermione looked at Ginny and they both cringed. They rather not be in the kitchen when Ron went on an eating spree...it was so disgusting to watch. Hermione got off her bed and grabbed her wand.
"Wait a sec.." she muttered transfiguring her nighties into a pair of blue jeans and a tight red shirt. She qucikly pulled her hair up into a bun. "Ready." She watched as Ginny grabbed her trunk and shrunk it to pocket-size. Ron instantly pulled at a bag and each grabbed a handful of Floo Powder. They were finally going home.
"Please, Molly." Claudia begged taking the cup of tea that was offered to her. "You have to let me talk to her. She is my Maria." Molly couldn't help but feel sorry for her former classmate. She had lost that little girl and it had broken her heart. Molly could only guess Blaise was the only reason why she was living. Antonio has everything to her before he disappeared with Maria. Now Claudia believed that Hermione was her Maria??
"If she is Maria Zambini, then she is going to need time. Hermione was raised as a Muggleborn. The switch can be too much pressure for her to handle right now." Molly answered sipping the teacup. "She is already under alot of stress with the war and all its madness." Her gaze went over to Blaise who was sitting down watching the fire like a madman. What was he thinking? Blaise had been raised as an only child...and now he had a twin sister. That had to be a big change for him. "What do you think, Blaise?" Molly asked quietly. His green eyes met her's and sent chills down her spine. He was the spitting image of his father. That glare was Antonio's. She had seen it many times during the First Order of the Phoenix.
"I want to know. If she is my sister, I want to be there for her." he answered looking at the fire as it turned Slytherin Green. Damn whoever created Floo powder.
"They're coming." Molly muttered placing her cup on the small table. This was going to be interesting.