A/N: I'm horrible for starting another story, and yes, I'll confess, this is another addition to the million other 'Hermione is Blaise's twin sister' fics, but this is another plot bunny that wouldn't leave me alone.

Disclaimer: If Harry Potter was mine I certainly wouldn't be on this site. Aka, Harry Potter isn't mine.

Chapter 1- Forgive Me

It started like any other day. Beeping filled her room and Hermione opened her eyes and stared balefully at the machine next to her bed. She reached out to hit the snooze button, because what had she been thinking setting her alarm for six am on a Saturday, when the beeping changed into words.

"You have to report for training today," her voice informed her over and over.

Hermione groaned and dropped her head back to her pillow. That was right. It was time for her to pay up on her side of the bargain she'd made with Harry and Ron. They went back to finish their schooling at Hogwarts and she joined them for at least a year as an Auror.

"You have to report fo-" She slammed the off button and rolled out of bed. It was time to face the music.

This was not how she'd envisioned spending her summer, but Harry and Ron had not wanted to wait. It was barely three weeks after their graduation and they were already starting the program. No downtime exploring museums and libraries in other countries or simply enjoying not being at war. Not accepting any of the many apprenticeships she'd been offered or continuing to heal the rift between her parents by going to summer school at a muggle college. Nope.

When Hermione had complained, Harry had simply given her the look. The one that she knew he used to manipulate her with but somehow ended up falling for it every time. His green eyes took on a soulful cast and he'd simply said, "you promised."

And there she was, one week later, yesterday, finishing up all the paperwork and the preliminary tests that would allow her begin training as wizarding law enforcement.

Hermione stumbled slightly over her feet and almost face-planted on the way to the bathroom. She caught herself against the wall and cursed the early hour. She went about her business, eyes half lidded. But when she bent to finish rinsing out her mouth, her eyes focused on her reflection for the first time and she spat water all over the mirror.

What the hell?

She wiped her eyes furiously, evanescoed the water off the mirror with a thought, and took another look. Her reflection remained the same.

Not her.

"What the hell?"

The woman staring in shock in the mirror bared little resemblance to the woman who Hermione was used to seeing. The most obvious change, for Hermione, was her mouth. As the child of dentists and someone who'd at one time had very pronounced front teeth, Hermione was used to noticing her mouth. But her mouth today had a slight gap in between her front teeth. It wasn't very wide, in fact, most people wouldn't think anything of it. But Hermione did because it was not the way her mouth used to look. The fuller lips she now had just added to obvious difference.

Hermione couldn't help opening her mouth and touching the gap to see if her sense of touch matched that of sight. It did. That meant that the rest of the changes were probably real as well.

She'd never been pale, no matter how much she stayed out of the sun; her skin always retained an olive tint. In the summer, when she spent time outdoors, she tanned several shades darker. But her skin now could never be mistaken for a tan. Her complexion was darker than her former classmate Parvati.

Her nose was slightly wider; her cheekbones higher; and her eyes were slanted though the color and shape of them remained the same. Her hair was the same of course, except now it was jet black.

It was odd. Each of the changes by themselves wouldn't have been really discernible, but together they made her look completely different. Scrutinizing her face as she was now, she could recognize herself, but still...

"This is bizarre." Her voice was the same which was comforting. "Completely and totally bizarre."

Were Fred and George pranking her? This seemed like something from their dossier. She tried to remember if they'd mentioned any new cosmetic altering products. Last she'd heard they'd been focusing on spy gear based on the muggle 007, but they normally had a hand or foot in several different things at once.

She turned to call her wand to her hand when she noticed the next changes. She was taller; her legs were longer which explained her earlier lack of coordination. And her hips and backside were larger. Her chest, always on the generous side, was unchanged, she wasn't sure how she felt about that, but now she had an hourglass figure.

What could possibly be the point of the twins giving her something like this?

"If you are still in bed, angry at losing the chance to tour Spain's most famous apothecaries with Potions Mistress Abena Falgune, stop sulking and get up. Once in a life time chances are not the same as agreements with friends." Her voice said in the next room.

Hermione had not been in a good mood when she'd programed her alarms. Still, she had to get back on track. She had to be at the Ministry by 6:55.

Wand in hand, she said a charm that she'd all but had to sell her firstborn child to get, a spell that usually dispelled most of the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes' products.

Nothing happened.

She frowned.

Her next spell was a simple finite incantatem. It dispelled more spells than it probably should. Unfortunately, not the spell on her.

It seemed she would have to get more advanced.

Fifteen minutes later, she lowered her wand in defeat. She'd used every revealing and dispelling charm that she knew, and thanks to years of fighting Voldemort, she knew a lot of them.

According to all these spells, there was nothing wrong with her.

And she was revising her ideas about the Weasley twins. She hadn't seen either of them in a week since the graduation celebrations finally stopped, which didn't technically mean anything, but them putting a spell on her that she couldn't break before she started a new job wasn't their style. There was joking and then there was something that could have a negative effect on her life.

She couldn't train if people didn't believe she was who she said she was. This would be sadistic for them and although some of their jokes treaded quite close to the line, she, as a friend, was someone who they respected those boundaries with and they'd been eager for her to join Harry and Ron. "We want ickle Ronniekins to survive, don't we?" George had said, the twenty millionth person to make sure she was still going that day.

Hermione took a deep breath. She couldn't panic. She would get dressed and then try one last spell.

Slight panic morphed into annoyance when she had to alter her pants to fit over her wider hips; her ankles showed because she refused to lengthen them. By the time she finished getting dressed, she was ready for this to be over.

The spell she was about to use was Gray area magic because it dealt with blood but Hermione didn't care. She was going to simply override whatever had been done to her by forcing her blood to reassert its dominance over her body.

She intoned the words, flicked her wand at the right times, and felt the magic flow over her body. The air stilled for a moment, and then the blood wards protecting Hermione's house, her parent's house, fell.

What?

The panic she gave into feeling was only added to by feeling her body change further. She'd grown taller, her pants stilled showed the same amount of ankle so she guessed in her torso, and her arms had lengthened in proportion.

Hermione tried to put the wards back up, but couldn't because they didn't recognize her as blood kin to her parents.

This was definitely not a Weasley prank.

She put up new, non-blood, wards around her parents' property and practically flew down the stairs. Both her parents were up and would be in the kitchen. They went in early to their practice.

"Mom!" Hermione didn't know what her mother could do with such an obvious wizarding problem, but part of their agreement after she'd restored their memories was that she didn't keep secrets from them. She'd been keeping up with her part of the bargain for the most part.

Her mother looked up from place at the table and goggled at the young woman standing in her doorway. "Who are… Hermione?"

"I have no idea what happened." Hermione needed to get the facts that she knew out quickly. The last thing she wanted was for her parents to think that she was acting out because of their extremely overprotective and mistrustful reaction to her messing with their minds. "I woke up and looked like this. I'm going to get it checked out when I go to the ministry."

Her dad walked past her absently, and then stopped and turned around. "Who?"

"It's Hermione." Her mother said, an odd note in her voice.

Hermione looked at her mother, at Judith Granger with her slightly curly auburn hair, peaches and cream complexion, and thin almost straight body type. Judith looked shocked, yes, but there was something else.

Her dad seemed to collapse in the chair next to her mother. Joseph Granger put his head in his hands.

Hermione's eyes narrowed. This was the point where they were supposed to start lecturing her about the obvious issues inherent in the wizarding world and shouldn't she just give up this whole auro business which she really wasn't interested in and go to a real school so she could move on and make something of herself. Her parents, in the last year, had not missed any opportunity to try and convince her to fully commit herself to a muggle lifestyle. This, should have been a prime opportunity for them to do so. Instead… she peered at her mother and her father who still hadn't lifted his head.

They seemed guilty.

"Mom?" She crossed her arms. "Dad? Do you know something about this?"

Judith sighed. "Sit down Hermione."

Hermione sat across from them, wondering why she felt like she was about to face Voldemort again.

"We really should have told you sooner." Her dad lifted his head. "But we loved you so much and it seemed like a dream."

Well, that sounded ominous.

Her mother swallowed and her dad seemed to be steeling himself. Their guilty expressions grew.

Hermione analyzed all the facts, especially the new non-matching blood, and came to one scary conclusion. "Am I adopted?"

There was a pause.

Hermione's stomach twisted into knots.

Her father nodded.

She released a breath like she'd been hit in the gut.

"I'm so sorry! Don't hate us!" Her mother burst into tears.

The last time Hermione had seen her mother like this, she had just restored her memories and Hermione had been the one doing the apologizing. She was around the table and hugging her mother in an instant. "I don't. I just want to know the truth."

Her father moved to her side and threw an arm around both women. "We can't have children, and so we decided to adopt. We were denied from most adoption agencies though because your mother is employed and planned on staying employed with a child." He sighed. "It seemed like a gift from God. We'd just been denied again, were walking through the lobby of that agency in fact, when we were approached by a man for a private adoption. He had all the proper paperwork and we didn't think anything off it until he asked for our blood."

That explained why her appearance hadn't changed before. If her appearance had been altered using blood as a baby, then it would stay there until something drastic happened.

"Then we saw you, and you were the cutest thing as baby, just a few months old," Her father smiled in memory. "We thought that maybe they had gone the private route because of your race, but we didn't care, you were going to be ours. Then they swore us to secrecy."

Her mother swallowed. "A war was going on, they said, and they needed to hide you someplace safe. We didn't care, we wanted a baby so bad and I'd already fallen in love with you. They used our blood to make you look like us and left."

That was a lot to take in. "So…" Hermione didn't even know what to tackle first. "So… my biological parents gave me up? Who were they?"

"We don't know. We never met them." Her father stood up. "Everything was very hush hush and at the time we didn't think anything of it. I barely remembered it after it happened, just an old man with a long grey beard and odd fashion sense, I think he was wearing a sparkly pink tie."

Hermione bit her lip to hold in her anger at that. An old bearded man with odd fashion sense… why was that not surprising somehow?

Judith nodded. "And later, we were so busy taking care of you that we pushed it from our minds. Magic seemed crazy. We had probably just imagined that part. It was better to not think of it."

"And when I got into Hogwarts?" This whole situation seemed unreal. How could her parents not have mentioned anything? They should have known that her feelings for them wouldn't change.

Her parents both looked away. "We were so shocked and it just seemed like it would be too much for you." Her father said.

"It was selfish of us, yes, but…" Her mother grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes. "We didn't want to lose you anymore than we already were."

Tears spilled from Hermione's eyes. "You wouldn't have. You're my parents. I'd never stop loving you."

"You say that now but," Judith sighed. "At the time we were scared."

They were still scared.

Hermione could see it in both of their faces, feel it in her mother's tense arms, and hear it in her father's tapping foot. She wanted to do more to convince them that they were still okay, that they didn't stop being her parents because their DNA didn't contribute to her making. But she felt numb. She patted her mother on the back.

"You should have told me." She said.

"We were going to but it never seemed like the right time. You were hardly home and when you were your focus was never on us." Joseph crossed his arms, his voice rising. "Now, of course, we know why, all that Voldy business and a whole war you were keeping from us. And after Australia…"

Hermione flushed. She would spend years making up for that. It mitigated some of her natural anger at finding out about this so late.

"It wasn't our intention to keep it from you forever." Her mother said.

"Hermione?" Her father asked when she just stared at him.

"I'm okay." Hermione rubbed her head. "It's just a lot to take in so quickly."

It was more than a lot. Part of her life had been a lie. A huge lie. She wondered if this was how Harry felt when he discovered the truth about the prophecy. Like nothing could ever be the same again.

"I know," Judith grasped Hermione's hand. "I know, but we didn't mean for it to come out like this."

They never wanted it to come out. Hermione could read it in their faces. And she squeezed her mother's hand back before tugging hers free and taking a step back. "I get that… I just…" Hermione glanced at the clock. "I need time. I need to think."

Her mother bit her lip, a mannerism that Hermione had picked up from her. "We understand, just… don't-"

"I'll be back tonight." Hermione said. "I'm almost late."

She didn't wait for their response, simply grabbed an apple and muffin from the table, and went back upstairs. The numbness was subsiding and she felt her war instincts taking over, prioritizing things. This hoopla wasn't anything that she couldn't deal with later.

She wiped the tears from her face, grabbed the things she'd packed for her Auror training, and then apparated to the Ministry.

A/N 2: Hope you enjoyed. Let me know what you think!