Author's Note: Hey there everyone! I'm truly deeply sorry for not having updated for quite some time now. I feel so horrible. I've been having a hectic schedule for the past weeks. Last last week was requirements week. Last week is exam week. And this week is Semestral break, though I've been really busy due to baking(AS OF NOVEMBER 3, 2012)! I'll try to update more. But I don't want to promise because of my very hectic schedule… Also I haven't updated because the chapter wasn't around a thousand words yet(that's my word minimum by the way) and I myself don't like it when the update is short so yah… Guys, please review. It means a lot to me to read reviews, even if it's correcting my grammar or something. Just please, please review.

Well, I no longer want to keep you waiting, on with the story…

Hermione's POV

The sun struck my face as the morning came. I was too exhausted from what had happened the other day that I didn't feel like opening my eyes. I was too overwhelmed with the news I had received and went home. I tried to remember what I did next. I took all the pictures of myself and my parents and went here, to my room.

I really can't believe that their dead already. For the past years of my life, they've been one of the several people who loved me dearly. It just breaks my heart to have another set of important people in my life die. I don't know what to do with my life anymore… I despised the horrid fact that people I love die because of me. I curse the existence of Voldemort for that matter. If he never existed, none of this ever would've happened!

I remember that last night, I went to the corner of my room. I hugged all the pictures tightly, remembering all the fun and good times my parent's and I had together.

I tried to feel what was under me. I'm on my bed. I don't remember walking to my bed last night to sleep. Someone must have brought me here… But who could it be.

I slowly opened my eyes. I tried to look around my room to see any sign of another person in my room. Beside my bed stood a chair, occupied by a rather unexpected, should I say, guest. It was none other than the famous Blaise Zabini! What's he doing in my house?…

I blinked my eyes rapidly, thinking that I must be hallucinating. But if I was hallucinating, why would Blaise Zabini be the one I'm hallucinating about… We haven't conversed with each other, meaning to say we're not even a little bit close to being friends. I sat up and kept blinking until I found the words I want to say to him…

"What are you doing here, Zabini?!" I shouted at him, shocked.

"Hermione, please come with me," he replied calmly, "You need to see someone important."

"How do I know you're not a death eater who'll bring me to your fellow death eaters?"

"Hermione,"

"Don't call me Hermione!" I screamed, "We're not friends of any sort so you have no right to call me with my first name!"

"Then how do want me to address to you? Jean?"

"No!"

"Well I can't call you Granger since you aren't really a Granger…"

"Of course I'm a Granger you dunderhead!"

"You're not a Granger, Hermione! You're a Zabini!"

"What are you talking about? I don't think I understand what you mean by me being a Zabini…"

"Come with me so that you'll understand what I mean.."

"How do I know you're not a de-"He stopped me from speaking by putting a finger on my lips and brought his arms up to show that he didn't have the Dark Mark…

He took my hand and brought me downstairs. It's weird how I feel comfortable with him, in the brotherly type of comfortable way, like how I feel with Harry and Ron, though much more… Also, how I completely trust him. It's like I've already known him for a long time even though I haven't. Shockingly, he seems to be very gentle with me, like I'm very fragile.

When we reached the front door and went outside, we apparated to a place I know I've never been to before yet it seems so familiar. A lady in a red chemise and a black skirt who had a cloak over her caught my attention, seems to be waiting for our arrival. I recognized her as Zabini's mother, since she was also helping the Healers with their task after the war with me.

She actually acknowledged my presence then and had a civil conversation with me about how exceptional I was at healing the wounded for my young age. I admit that I was shocked because most pure-blood families who feel exceptionally superior amongst those they think lower than then would not bear to even give a hand to those in need, let alone talk to a Muggleborn. Well, I guess not all pure-blooded families are like that, apart from the Weasleys.

I honestly thought that only the Weasleys had that kind of heart, yet there was Mrs. Zabini, helping those in need and talking to me. I guess I shouldn't have judged their family too quickly. I mean, I haven't actually socialized with any of them till that time so who was I to be so judgmental. I thanked her greatly for her kind words and proceeded with the task at hand.

"Ms. Hermione," she said, "A pleasure to see you again after the war. I would like to welcome you to our humble abode. I'm truly sorry to hear about the death of your parents."

"Mrs. Zabini," I replied rather hesitant, "Thank you for your concern. I truly appreciate your condolence but if I may ask, not to be vulgar, what exactly is the purpose my visit to your manor?"

She replied calmly, "I would like to discuss a family matter with you, if that's alright?"

I don't think I'm ready to hear this, nor am I prepared. I don't think this is going to be an easy conversation either. I have a great feeling that this has something to do with what Blaise said to me awhile ago about being a Zabini… Wait a minute… Did I just call him Blaise? Oh I have a feeling that this day will seem longer than I think it should be…

"It would be alright Mrs. Zabini, though I would like to ask if this has anything to do with what Blaise said about me being a Zabini?" I replied hesitantly. I thought to myself, of course it has something to do with that you idiot!

"Actually, yes it does," the elder lady replied cautiously.

Mrs. Zabini began:

"You see Hermione, it was 18 years ago:

It happened during the week before the attack of," she paused for awhile and swallowed deeply, "Voldemort on the Potters… October 24, 1980," I looked at her face and saw hurt in her eyes as she tried to relive the events of the said date…

She started:

(Mrs. Zabini's POV to Hermione)

"We were sitting in our backyard gazebo at 7pm. You and Blaise were very tired, yet so happy. But all of a sudden, the Dark Mark was set out of the sky, which meant that he was coming. I got so scared that he might come after you and Blaise because my family refused to join his side in the war. We went back inside the manor and set up protection charms around the manor. But when I came back inside, I saw him carrying you in his arms. You were crying terribly, Arnold was lying on the floor, stunned, and Blaise was sobbing hard on his father's chest.

"Hello there Riona Zabini" Voldemort said casually, "Lovely to see you after you declined my offer of joining my side, just as you're great ancestors did."

"To what pleasure do I owe your visit, SIR?"I replied sarcastically, trying to keep my frame up to not show weakness toward him.

"Well, after you're family has been declining my offer for several generations, I have decided to put an end to that by taking your daughter or your son… But I decided to take your daughter instead…"

"You wouldn't…"

"Oh, it's like you don't know me at all…" he replied smugly. I started to move towards him to take you back, but he gave me a warning, "Move one more step closer and I will kill your dear husband, Arnold."

Knowing the power I contained, I tried to use it on Him. He knew what I was about to do and before I could even cast a single spell on him, he disapparated. Luckily, the family heirloom, that heart-shaped pendant on your bracelet", she pointed towards the bracelet I was currently wearing, "served as a tracker, or a signal that a family member is in danger. Knowing that crying about what happened will do me no good and that I had to stay strong for my crying baby boy, Blaise, I lifted the stunning spell casted on Arnold and carried Blaise with me. We used a potkey that brought us to Hogwarts where Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard of that time, was then. I didn't know what else I could do, so I asked him for help.

"Dumbledore," I started, "Voldemort took my daughter, Hermione!"

"I thought he would come after her," he replied, "Do you have any idea where he might have taken her?"

"The heirloom is on her,"

"I would ask you to trace the location of your daughter,"

I tried to connect with your heirloom, with the use of my heirloom, but I didn't have any luck! I tried even harder but I still can't track you. I was so terrified. What if he killed you! But I remembered that he wanted you to be one of his people in the future, so I took that out of the list of possibilities why I couldn't track you.

Suddenly, Blaise called me and screamed "AHHHH…. MOMMY! I CAN FEEL HER! SHE'S IN A FOREST! IT'S VERY DARK! IT'S NEAR THIS PLACE, HOGWARTS! I'M SCARED MOMMY! I DON'T WANT HERMIONE TO GET HURT!"

I was definitely shocked at hearing Blaise speaking in a very long sentence for the first time. But I remembered the reason why he spoke; it was because of your location. I haven't realized it but it seems that he has already left after Blaise spoke. I tried to get out to help but it seems he casted protection spells around the area. An hour later, Dumbledore returned to where we were with your sleeping figure in his arms.

"Mrs. Zabini," he began, "I would like to ask you for a very huge favor,"

I knew very well that he wouldn't be asking for anything that will be very easy to achieve and I had a feeling that this wasn't going to end well, "Yes, sir, what is it?"

"I would like to ask for your permission to allow me to bequeath your child to a muggle family in London,"

"What?! NO! SIR, I WOULD AGREE TO ANYTHING BUT THAT! I CAN'T ALLOW MY CHILD TO BE TAKEN TO A MUGGLE FAMILY!"

"Riona, I wouldn't ask this from you if it weren't important, even if I got her back from Voldemort, I am very much certain that he will come back for her,"

"Are you telling me that I cannot protect my own children?!" I asked, completely bewildered.

"That is not what I'm trying to point out here," he stated calmly, "my point is, that even though I am fully aware that you are the brightest witch of your age, and can protect your children staggeringly, He can come anytime and may take your daughter again, and I may not have the power to get her back again. I am afraid that He is getting much stronger, with the number of his recruits, by the minute." After that being said I brought you and Blaise home along with Arnold, who remained silent during for the whole time.

I could tell by the look in his eyes that what he was saying was, in fact, true. Even if Dumbledore was the most powerful wizard of all time, Voldemort is, indeed, getting a lot more powerful through his minions.

It took me 3 days before I became a lot more calm. I was able to understand his point. I went back to Hogwarts along with Hermione and Blaise. My little boy insisted on coming with the two of us, "Alright," I started, "I will allow you to bring Hermione to a muggle family, however, I want to have comprehensive guarantee that she will not be harmed in there and she will not be tracked down by Him…"

"Riona, I assure you that Voldemort will never bother looking there because I am fully aware that Voldemort thinks that muggles are completely powerless and that it would be ridiculous for us to think that we would allow a pureblood to live among muggles, where she will be completely at risk."

I nodded to show that I understood what he said and handed your tired form to him.

"Mommy," Blaise finally spoke.

"Yes darling?"

"I don't want Hermione to go!"

"Listen to me dear, 'Mione just has to leave because there's a very very bad man after her,"

"Can't I protect her?"

"I'm sorry dear but this bad man is too powerful,"

"Mommy, please… I don't want to be away from her!" he whined.

"Blaise, please try to understand… you don't want your sister to die now, do you?" I never wanted to be harsh but my patience was wearing out already.

"Of course not, Mommy, I understand, but can I hug her first before she leaves?"

"Of course dear," I replied with a sad smile. At a very young age, my children knew how to understand things rather quickly.

Dumbledore set your sleepy figure gently down to allow you to stand. Blaise ran up to you and hugged you tight. I did the same and hugged you very tight. Soon, you fell asleep on my arms. While you were asleep, Dumbledore took you to the muggle family he was talking about.

It was very hard for us but we tried our best to live while you're with your new family. A week later, the news about Voldemort's disappearance because of the Boy-who-lived, Harry Potter. We were so happy about the news and started to look for you. We tried connecting with you through the heirloom, but it still didn't work. Something bad must've happened.

I tried asking Blaise if he can see where you are. He tried his best, but he couldn't connect with you as well. With this I got extremely terrified… Something bad might have happened and I haven't noticed it…

When I looked at the heirloom around my wrist, I saw red and black smoke inside the gem, which meant a familymember was in trouble or danger. Then, Blaise screamed just like he did when you were in the forest with Voldemort but this time, he seemed to be in pain, "Mommy! My head hurts! And I saw Hermione! Her head's covered in blood! Mommy we have to help her!"

I used Legilimens after he said those words and I saw you and your pale face and brown hair, all covered in blood. I determined your location and appararted there as quickly as possible.

When I arrived, I saw your head bleeding due to the collision of the two cars. I saw your adoptive parents rather shocked with what happened to you. They must have realized that you have saved them from danger.

We rushed you to the nearest muggle hospital and waited there for a seemingly long time, due to the operation. I checked my watch and checked how many hours have passed. The healer went out of the operating room, two hours after we brought you there and told us that your scalp got ripped open, most probably due to the impact of the collision, which is why the surgery took long. He also told us that they have found swelling in a part of your brain, which may cause a terrible case of amnesia.

5 days later, you were released from the muggle hospital, but I was still bothered so I had you checked at St. Mungos. The healer said the same thing regarding the swelling in your brain and how you will be having amnesia. Since you were just a year old, the healer added that the recovery of your memory may take years. After that being said, I brought you back to the muggles who adopted you. I didn't want Blaise to know that you won't remember him until he was old enough to understand.

I stayed there for a day, until Dumbledore came to the house of the Granger's, which happened to be the name of the muggles who adopted you, to inform me on the state of Voldemort. Apparently, he still hasn't died. He will be back and you, Hermone may be the very first target. He asked how you were so far, hearing that you got into a car crash.

"She is currently experiencing amnesia due to the impact of the collision." I answered.

"Riona, I would like to ask of you again if she can just stay here, hidden from the wizarding world until she is of age to go to Hogwarts. She must be hidden safe from Voldemort until the time is right. Her experiencing memory right now may be alright because Voldemort can't track her down, if ever he takes on human form anytime soon." Dumbledore replied.

"That would be alright, as long as the assurance of Hermione's COMPLETE safety from ANY HARM will be cleared."

"Alright… Luckily, I have found an ancient spell that can protect her from kinds of harm which may lead to death, until she is of age,"

He casted the spell on you and true enough, you have been unharmed until you were 17."

"So what Blaise said is true, that I'm a Zabini, and not a Granger?" I asked, still uncertain.

"Yes dear Hermione, you are a Zabini,"

The next thing I knew I fainted.

After awhile, I became conscious again.

I was helped up by Blaise.

"Are you alright dear?" Ms. Zabini asked. Seeing as I am still here, what happened to me wasn't a dream.

"Thank you very much for filling me in with the information regarding my true identity and how I got to the Granger's, my adoptive parents, though I truly apologize for I'm still trying to get everything sorted out. My mind is still full of thought due to the death of my adoptive parents." I responded in the best way I can for the moment.

"It's alright dear. I can see that you are tired. Would you like to rest?" my real mother asked.

"Yes, that would be nice."

"Will you be comfortable sleeping here or do you wish to go to your old home for now?"

"I think I'd like to go home for now,"

"Very well, Blaise please escort your sister home,"

"Yes mother" Blaise replied.

Mother escorted us to the gates and before we left, she held my hand and spoke to me, "Hermione dear, I hope you would accept us as your family," she had a sad smile on her face.

I smiled back and apparated to my house.

Apparently, Blaise came along and we went inside the house.

"Hermione, I do hope you're not upset of being a member of our family…"

"No, Blaise, I'm not upset. Actually, I'm happy to be a part of your family. It's just that I'm still mourning for the loss of my apparently adoptive parents."

"Really? You're not upset?"

"No, of course not,"

He engulfed me into a bone-crushing hug after hearing that. "You don't know how happy I am about having you back Hermione!"

"I'm very happy too bro. How long did you know about me?"

"Ever since my 5th birthday, when I started bugging mom, asking, where you were. I was told by mother that you had to be away for awhile until this bad man was dead. By 11, I was excited to get my Hogwarts letter, knowing that you'd be getting yours too. But mother told me that time that you don't have any knowledge of me due to an accident and that no one must know that you are a Zabini."

"But I do have a question that's been bothering me since awhile ago,"

"Go ahead, sis,"

"Since I was just 1 years old when I lost my memory, wouldn't it still be hard to remember all of you, seeing as I was still a baby?"

"Well, you see," he started, "mother was the brightest witch of her age then, and father, he was brilliant too but he only topped 2nd or 3rd of mother. You seem to have inherited both of their brains, especially mothers', while I inherited most of fathers'"

"Ah, I see," I replied, and thought to myself, 'my real mother and I have a lot in common'. "But I still don't get it,"

"Well, when we were toddlers, though you were younger than me by 10 minutes, you were more advanced than me. You started speaking only after 5 months of birth when I did that after 7 months. You and I both had a sharp memory so we'd almost remember everything, especially the ones that are very important."

"Very well, I get it now, it's just sad that I don't remember anything about all of you anymore,"

"It's alright, 'Mione, at least you know about us now," he replied, smiling.

For the next 3 hours, we've just been talking about several random things and I learned a lot about him, like how he loved cookies and cream ice cream, how he was rather interested in music, how he loved mashed potatoes, etc. Must be because were twin that I loved almost everything that he loved, apart from Quiditch, of course.

I fell into a deep sleep on the couch and started dreaming about the latest incidents happening in my life now. I woke up at around 3 in the morning and saw that Blaise was sleeping on the opposite couch. I stared at the ceiling and gathered all my thoughts. I guess I shouldn't be terribly upset about the death of my parent's now, it already happened and they're most probably happy right now. I'm still frustrated to why they didn't bother telling me that I was adopted, though I won't let anyone know that.

As with my real parents, I'm happy to have them and I can't wait to get to know them more. Then my mind drifted to the thought of Harry and Ron. What if they can't accept who my real family is? I just hope they'll be open-minded about it.

Then there's Blaise's closest, brother-like friend. I don't actually know how I should act around him, and that practically bothered me. I mean, why should I be concerned about how I should act around him? I'll just act my normal self around him. I mean nothing will change except the fact that I'm now a pure-blood, right?

I tried to go back to the story of my mother. I was rather curious why Voldemort wanted to capture me and not my brother. And what did she mean he wanted me because of my incredible power? I'm only a witch that contains a lot of courage and knowledge. Should that mean I'm powerful? Or is there something else I don't know about myself? I decided to push that to the very back of my mind and drifted off to sleep once again.

Draco's POV

It's been a week since I last saw the beautiful face of the person I admired the most. I hope she plans on going back to Hogwarts, because I am. I plan on renewing the reputation of the Malfoy name after my father destroyed it.

After the war, our whole family has been called a coward ever since we turned to the light. Of course being a Malfoy after all, I was rather insulted. But I put that all aside a planned to start a new way of living. I found it queer that Potter didn't actually do the same thing as all the others. Same goes with Granger. Though I couldn't say the same with Weasley. But that didn't matter, because Hermione doesn't treat me the same way as the others.

I wanted to visit Blaise, it's been such a long time since I've spoken to him. I've been terribly bored in the manor. After my father was sentenced for the kiss, which will be in about 3 days, though I couldn't care any less due to the way he treated me as a child, my mother and I, along with the house elves, were the only one occupying the manor. I wanted to catch up and know what he's been up to. Then I remembered what happened the day I brought Hermione to the hospital wing. I found it rather shocking when I saw Blaise hugging Hermione, like his life was depending on it. I do hope he doesn't have feelings for he like the one's I have for her.

I told mother that I'll be out for awhile. Shockingly, my mother wasn't really mourning for my father. She seemed a lot more relaxed than ever actually, and I was completely happy about that. "Sure son, but make sure to be back home for dinner."

I apparated to the Zabini Manor. I knocked on the door and I was completely shocked to see who answered the door… It was non-other than Hermione Granger.

Author's Note: Well, that's it for Chapter 4. I greatly apologize for not being able to update any sooner . I've been extremely busy the past few weeks and last week was our Musical Production . Well, I will no longer promise about when I'll be updating… I wanted to ask if anyone would like me to add songs that can represent each chapter for the next ones. Please tell me so that I can do that… please review, it really means a lot to me . Also please follow for those who can . I'd really love to hear your thoughts about my story. Love you all !