Chapter 3
As I walked up the stairs, I thought everything through. My new parents, my adoptive parents, who everybody was. My new parents were the Zabinis. Which would mean I was Hermione Zabini. How? Why? Why was I adopted and not… Blaise? Which made another thought. I had a brother! A twin, in fact! Wow. I wasn't an only child. In fact, I would share my birthday with someone I actually knew. Now I was pacing in my room. This was a big weight on my shoulders. I had to tell somebody. That would make me feel a lot better. But I can't tell Harry, Ginny or Ron over a letter. Or even the Floo. Besides, I had to figure out what I would do first.
After I thought it over for another good ten minutes, I decided. I would pack my things just in case, and if I liked them, and there was a good chance I would, I would go with them. After all, Blaise was never the one who teased Harry, Ron, and I in school. It was always Malfoy. The stupid, superior, rich, pureblooded ferret Malfoy.
Pureblood. I am a pureblood. Not a muggleborn. All of those years of haunted taunting, were for nothing. Absolutely nothing. The word I had on my arm meant nothing now, considering it didn't speak the truth. The war was supposed to have changed everything, yes. But it didn't. Not everything changed. People still had opinions.
As I paced, my eyes passed over the clock. There was ten minutes to 5 o'clock! I had dinner at 5:30! I had to get ready! As I walked to my closet, I pondered over what they would want me to wear, how I could impress or please them. I looked through my closet at least six times before I gave up on thinking of what they would want me to wear. I would dress for me and only me.
When I finally decided, this what I saw in the mirror: a girl with bouncy curls pulled up in a ponytail, skinny jeans, and my purple and blue striped long-sleeve shirt with slits up to the elbow. On my feet I had black boots with fur rimming the top and sides where the seam came together that went up to mid-calf. I admired myself in the mirror for a minute because of my new figure I got with my look transformation. Then I started to get nervous again. But before I could start pacing and getting worried again, I heard the doorbell. One of my adoptive parents opened the door for my biological parents. I could hear multiple voices.
So, I took a deep breath, pushed all of my worries out of my head and away for a while, and started walking down stairs to what I suspected was my doom.
A/N: This is still really short. And I probably wont be updating for a while because I will be writing about two or three more longer chapters, then updating them at the same time. They will get longer, I promise.