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Tears filled her big chocolate brown eyes; she couldn’t believe what she was reading. Her hands shock slightly, her vision blurred as she tried to read the official document again but there was no lie. Her hot, salty tears rolled down her checks, dripping on to the legal document clutched in her fingers.
“We were told having a baby was not likely to happen.” Mrs Granger said. “We were told to tell you when you hit sixteen.”
“I’m eighteen now.” Hermione sobbed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because we couldn’t be bothered.” Mr Granger snapped. “Now stop your silly snivelling.” Hermione was shocked. Her parents never spoke to her like this. She watched as they cradled their new two month old baby close. Ever since Mrs Granger had given birth to their new baby, Hermione had noticed that they had been treating her differently. They wouldn’t let her near the baby and tended to spend all their time ignoring her or yelling at her if she did anything remotely to do with magic. That morning her father had seen her reading one of her old potion books and he had thrown it on the fire before yelling at her.
“I had a right to know!” She snapped. He slapped her face.
“Don’t talk to your father that way.” Mrs Granger snapped.
“But he’s not my father!” Hermione snapped back, her anger instantly replacing her upset. “And you’re not my mother!” Her fingers itched to reach for her wand. “I don’t care that I was adopted! I am hurt and angry because you think you can treat me like dirt because I’m a witch!”
“It goes against the laws of nature what you do!” He yelled.
“No it doesn’t.” Hermione snapped back just as angrily. “There is nothing wrong with it.” Hermione was so hurt. This summer was turning in to the worst one ever. The final battle had been three months ago. Hermione and Ron had dated until about a week before when she had caught him sleeping with Lavender Brown.
She had come in to hers and Ron’s flat. She had been feeling ill and had been sent home from her part time job at the Ministry. Harry stood at her side; she had been in no state to Apparate herself home. So using Side-Along Apparition he had got her home. He was rubbing her back gently, worry all over his face. Then suddenly they heard moans from the bedroom. Looking away from her best friend, she saw there were clothes scattered all over the apartment. One piece that caught her eye was a red and gold lace bra that was on the sofa. The matching thong was hanging from the lamp. Hermione felt her stomach turn. She looked at Harry and saw he had a face like thunder, she had only ever seen him so angry when Malfoy had called her a ‘Mud blood’ back in second year.
“He better hadn’t be doing what I think he’s doing.” He snarled, his arms tightening around her as they walked softly towards the bedroom door. The moans getting louder. Hermione clung to Harry’s side, tear already filling her eyes. They stopped at the door, Harry pulled out his wand. “Reducto.” The door blasted to millions of pieces, the people in the room froze. Hermione took in the sight before her with tear filled eyes then she spun on her heels and ran.
“Hermione?” Ron’s voice was shocked, but there was no guilt in it at all. She heard a nasty snarl leave Harry before he ran after her.
She hadn’t spoken to Ron since. Harry had yelled at him the next day when he had come over to tell her it was over but it had been Ginny’s reaction to her brother that had scared everyone. She had publicly disowned him and, as she liked to called Lavender, his personal whore. Hermione had stayed at Grimmauld Place for a few days before going home to her parents and now this. Hermione had been shocked when it had fallen out of one of the older book, when she was cleaning Mr Granger’s study. Anger boiled inside her and her face hardened.
“Yes there is. The only reason we let you go was if we got to pick what house you’d be in.” Hermione froze. “We made sure you would be hated by your twin brother.” She was stunned. “And it worked.” Mr Granger smirked. Hermione’s eyes narrowed, she could feel her wand and she wanted to pull it out and curse that smirk right off his face. Then an idea flashed through her mind. She held the document in both hands then with a quick jerk of her wrists the flimsy paper ripped in half. Mrs Granger gasped as Hermione ripped it again. Then marching over to the log fire, she tossed the pieces in to it, they gasped. The flames begin licking at the frail pieces of paper.
“What have you done?!” Mr Granger thundered, slapping her face hard. “You stupid girl!” She ignored his outburst and the pain in her check, instead watching the fire hungrily devour the pale paper that curled feebly in on its self with the pathetic attempt of protection.
As the last piece disintegrated there was a blinding flash of green light. Hermione used her arms to shield her eyes, a pain filling the inside of her head, a small throbbing, pulsing pain. Then a loud crack filled the air. She pulled her wand free and spun her wand out. It was pointed at the chest of a tall young man with tousled brown hair and bottomless onyx eyes. He had a toned muscular body that mirrored the man beside him.
“Blaise Zabini.” She hissed softly. Blaise looked like a younger version of the man apart from the eyes. The man had deep dark chocolate brown, it was clear Blaise got his eyes from the beautiful women on his other side. She had thick brown hair that hung in perfect ringlets down her back, curves in all the right places to make any man droll, full red lips and sparkling onyx eyes.
“Hello Granger.” He smirked.
“What are you doing here?”
“No idea.” He jerked his thumb at the people behind him. “My parent’s dragged me along.” He shrugged; her shoulders sagged, relaxing a bit.
“Oh.”
“If you don’t mind me asking… why do you have a red hand print on your check?” His parents looked at her check. The women stepped forward and softly touched Hermione’s, her finger’s brushing the red skin.
“My poor child.” She said softly.
“Excuse me?” Hermione said, shock covering her face.
“Child?” Blaise chocked.
“Of course.” The man said. “Are you telling me you’ve forgotten your twin sister already Blaise.” His mouth fell open, so did Hermione’s. They looked at each other.
“I don’t understand.” Blaise said.
“You know we put her up for adoption…”
“Why did you?” Hermione asked. “Why did you get rid of me?”
“Hermione… We didn’t want to… But we didn’t have a choice…” She explained. “The Dark Lord had just been defeated and time we’re hard for Pure-Blood family’s… People were pressuring us to get you betrothed.” Hermione shuddered at the idea. “We were told we had to or… we had to get rid of you.” Her mother looked sad. “Do you think you could ever forgive us?” Hermione looked at Blaise, who smiled.
“I guess so… Wait who told you to get rid of me?”
“The Ministry of Magic.” Her father said. Hermione snorted.
“I’m so not surprised.” Blaise huffed angrily. Hermione rolled her eyes. “Wait… If you’re my twin, why weren’t put in Slytherin?” He looked at her confused.
“Ask them.” Hermione jerked her thumb at the Granger’s. Her parent’s looked at them.
“What is our daughter talking about?” Hermione heard she blinked the pain in her head grown steadily worse.
“We asked before she got to that stupid school, if she could be kept away from him, so they would never get to know each other.” Mr Granger said, without fear or remorse.
“Why would you do that?” Her mother asked.
“Because we wanted to keep her away from him.”
“Why would you want to do that?” Her mother said. “They are siblings!”
“We wanted her to hate that world!” Mrs Granger yelled. Hermione was shocked. “We didn’t want a freak for a daughter.”
“She is not a freak.” Blaise snapped. “She the smartest witch of our generation, a member of the Golden Trio who saved the world from the darkest wizard history has ever known and ever Potter says without her he wouldn’t have been able to do it!” Hermione blushed like mad. “You’d all be dead or slaves by now if she hadn’t sacrificed so much. To be honest I’m quite surprised that she is still sane after something a friend told me, happened. Any lesser witch would have died, given up or gone insane from what happened to her. So don’t you dare call her a freak!” Blaise’s voice was soft and cold. Hermione smiled at him. No one had ever defended her like that, well apart from Harry. He smiled back, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Come home, Hermione. Take your rightful place in our family.” She looked in to his deep bottomless eyes, she saw warmth in them that she had never seen before. She nodded, her father smiled and her mother pulled her in to a warm welcoming hug. Her hands smoothing Hermione’s hair. The pain got worse, she closed her eyes trying to block it out.
“She’s not going with you!” Mr Granger snapped. Hermione looked up, he was standing in front of his wife, trying to look treating. Her father laughed.
“And you’re going to stop her, muggle?” Blaise smirked. “She is a combination of two of the oldest and most powerful magic’s, an heir to the wealthiest family in Italy, and an incredible witch in her own right.”
“Two?” Hermione whispered to Blaise.
“Father is Italian descended of the Romans, mother is Greek.” She nodded.
“And wealthiest in Italy? How wealthy is that?” She mumbled.
“We rival the Malfoy’s in wealth and have more property’s than they do.” Hermione’s mouth had suddenly gone very dry. “Half of that fortune has always belonged to you.” She made a small squeaky noise, causing Blaise to chuckle. “Yeah it’s a lot.” He looked at her, then his smile faded. “Hey… you alright? You’ve gone really pale.” The pounding in her head was getting worse. Her voice blurred, she felt herself falling. A strong arm caught her. “HERMIONE!” She blacked out.