A/N: Hey guys! I know it has been forever, but this one is ALOT longer! It is 1,575 words! Anyway, I took so long because this chapter is so long, and because I just posted another story which is about 3,000 words. It is my birthday! Yay! Review and it will be the best gift ever! I am posting this at 1:11 in the morning. Wow, right?

Chapter 4

The voices I heard seemed friendly. I walked into the living room and caught the gaze of my adoptive parents. They were standing in front of my real, biological parents.

"Hermione, meet Sasha Zabini," my father said. His voice was lined with anticipation and eagerness. When he and my mother stepped away with small smiles on their faces, I caught my first glimpse of my mother.

She had the same eyes as me. The catlike ones. They were not the same color, though. They were almost a purplish color. Maybe a violet. She was a bit on the short side, even shorter than me, and petite. She had the same figure as me. Her hair was even darker than Harry's, almost purple. She had the same loose curls as me. They seemed to move at their own accord. Her nose was smaller than mine. Her mouth was small, and her full lips were lifted in a smile. She seemed to look as much like me as she did not.

I stepped forward cautiously and looked her over once again. There was no denying that she was beautiful. "Hello, Mia." She spoke and I jumped, startled. I didn't think she would speak so loudly, so confidently. Even so, her voice was traced with caution.

"Mia?" I asked, confused.

She laughed. "It is my nickname for you. My grandmother's name was Mia. Her great grandmother's name was Mia too. It is a family name. I decided to add a twist on to it, so I made your name Hermione. I would still be able to call you Mia without such a fuss, either. So, that is what I named you."

I thought over that. She seemed smart to think of it. Suddenly, I felt like crying. I was meeting my biological parents after 19 years of thinking I knew exactly who my real parents were.

"I am so sorry, honey. I had to give you up because if I did not, you might have been with the Dark Lord. Or you would have been haunted with the thought of being pulled in by him. We are no supporters of the Dark Lord, and never were. And now, because of you and your friends, nobody must worry about it anymore. We didn't give Blaise up because it was too late. A few people who were supporters of the Dark Lord had already seen him. I put a Glamour Charm on you that would hold for years at a time. We informed Dumbledore about this, and he agreed to renew the Charm every other year you went to Hogwarts. I am so sorry, but I am happy and grateful for the fact I am here with you today, explaining this to you." She was close to tears by the time she finished. I looked into her eyes, searching for any signs that she was lying. When I found none, my eyes welled up with tears. I leaned over and hugged her. We cried together for about twenty seconds when somebody cleared their throat.

"This is nice and all, but when do I get to hug my sister?" Blaise Zabini stood beside our mother now, waiting with his arms slightly stretched out. I pulled away from my now chuckling mother. He seemed to not be kidding. I put my arms around his waist and laid my head against his chest. "How long have you known?" I asked, voice muffled in his shirt.

He let go and said, "Mom told me on my- sorry, our- 18th birthday. I had to wait more than a year for this."

I smiled when he said our. He was right. I no longer had my own birthday. I would share it with someone I know, and might even come to love. I would have a twin.

"I have a sister! I just realized that." I raised my eyebrows at him.

"He must have inherited his father's brains. He came home with two E's, five A's, and two P's in History of Magic and Divination in his fifth year O.W.L. You must have gotten all O's though."

"Hey!" Blaise cried. "At least I didn't fail. Most of the Slytherins I know did."

Sasha rolled her eyes and smiled. "I know, and I am very proud of you for it." I laughed and Dad walked forward.

"So, are we ready to start dinner?" he asked.

"Yes, please. I am starved!" Blaise started walking towards the staircase door. "Er, where is the dining room?" he asked.

I laughed and pointed him to the correct door. Sasha and my parents started up a conversation with one another. That left me and Blaise to talk.

"So, what is your favorite color?" And that is how we learned some random facts about each other. I found out that Blaise loves bigger dogs, mostly German Shepherds, his favorite color is midnight blue, he loves cinnamon rolls, we were born in Italy, but left about 1 month and a half after because of our father, who died in a Death Eater attack. Our father was an Italian auror, and he was called to go capture some Death Eaters that were attacking some Muggles. He ended up getting hit with a killing curse at the end of the fight. Good news was, all the Death Eaters were captured and thrown in Stregone Prigionee, the Italian Azkaban.

"What is for dinner?" Blaise asked, after we finished laughing because our stomachs had growled at the exact same time.

"Spaghetti with tomato sauce and mushrooms, broccoli, and potatoes. There will be a side of bread and salad. I hope you like it. We made it all ourselves," said Mum as she ushered us into the dining room. She ran to get the foods, Dad helping her. "Well, that's some very Italian-type food," Blaise whispered to me. I gave him a look. He just smirked and winked at me. When my adoptive parents came through the door, the smell they brought with them was amazing.

The wondrous smell wafted through the air, filling me with happiness. Mum was always such a good cook. When she put the food in front of us, Blaise and I immediately helped ourselves. The parents, though, just laughed and watched. After we had our share, they dug in also.

A chorus of "Mhhms" went through the room. It was just as it smelled. It was absolutely delicious!

After having one of the best dinners I have ever had, Sasha brought down the big question.

"So, Mia, are you going to come back with us? I promise, you will see your parents whenever you want, and they can come down whenever they want. I will take great care of you." She seemed eager. I thought about it. Here, I felt complete. With everybody here, my biological and adoptive parents, I felt like I fit in. I would feel at least half of that if I went with them. I am already warmed up to them, and I might even warm up to Blaise and Sasha even more. Plus, I was really curious to see what the house would bee like.

"Yes, I will. But I will be visiting here at least every other day, Mum and Dad," I said, turning to Mum and Dad. "Thank you for telling me know," I whispered to them.

"I'm going to get my trunk."

"I will help you." Blaise said as we stood up. I smiled at him. I was already super close to my brother, and I hope that we will only get more so.

We ran up the stairs and into my room.

He walked into my room first, after I pointed to which one it was. He walked in and raised his eyebrows. He kept silent, though. I figured he was used to a much bigger house. I sat on my bed and sighed. "I cannot believe I lived here all my life, and 18 years later, I figure out I am adopted. It feels queer. But I am also excited. I cannot wait to go to the Zabini Manner. Ooh, is it big?" I knew my eyes were glinting with excitement.

Blaise laughed. "You are acting like a little kid. Calm down. Yes, it is huge. I think it is actually one of the biggest in I the world." He smirked at this, as if he was proud.

I smiled and turned to my trunk. I checked in it to make sure I had everything. After adding a few books, I was ready. I took a deep breath and looked around the room. I then turned to Blaise and said, "I'm ready. Let's go." We walked downstairs, Blaise casting the hovering charm on my trunk, and I walked over to my parents.

"I will be back, Mum and Dad. I will visit you at least every other day. It will just be for a while." I smiled and hugged each of them. Then I walked over to the fireplace.

"Zabini Manner is all you have to say," Sasha reminded me. I nodded and smiled.

Blaise went first. Then I went. "Zabini Manner!" I shouted. I felt the familiar rush of warm flames and ash surrounding me. The last thing I saw were my parents' faces, smiling sadly into the fire.

Then I stumbled out of the fireplace and looked around.

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