"AHHHHHHH! MUM, DAD COME QUICK!"

"Hermione! Hermione what is it? Are you alright?" Mrs. Granger shouted upon running though the door to Hermione's room
"W-whs gmng on?" Hermione's dad sputtered as he also entered the room at a run, with a mouth full of toothpaste.
Hermione slowly took a step onto her plush black carpet, coming out of her en suite. Upon seeing their daughter Mr. and Mrs. Granger stared wide eyed and then looked sheepish."Um, good *cough* good morning sweetheart." Mrs. Granger said in a high squeaky voice.
Hermione turned around to face her full length mirror in the bathroom again. Staring back at her was a 5' 6", 115 pound, long straight black haired girl. She had starry violet eyes lined with thick black lashes and porcelain skin. Upon further inspection she found a flat stomach and curvaceous hips and chest. She blinked once at the reflection and promptly fainted.

"Oh dear." Mrs. Granger murmured as her husband caught their daughter whilst trying not to lose his mouth of toothpaste.
Mr. and Mrs. Granger laid Hermione down on her bed, pulling the covers up they stole an apprehensive glance at each other.
"I guess it's about time we tell her dear, otherwise she is going to think she's gone mad." Mr. Granger whispered. He could see tears silently making their way down his wife's face and moved around the bed to comfort her.
Through sniffles and tears Mrs. Granger answered. "I… I don't want to lose her; I don't know what I'll do."
"Shh, come on now, this is Hermione we're talking about. There is no way we are going to lose her. Sure things are probably going to change, but who says that change has to be a bad thing. Let's go down stairs and I'll make you a cup of tea. When she wakes up we will fill her in." Mr. Granger smiled at his wife and took her hand leading her out of their daughter's room and into the kitchen.

While they were busy devising a plan on how they would break the news to their daughter, Hermione's subconscious was giving her a headache.

~~~~Hermione's POV~~~~

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Hmm, dreams are nice. Well, most dreams anyway, some are strange and make me want to stay awake forever.
But this dream is nice. Clouds, a meadow, a sexy guy with bron...brown hair? Oh, no. No. NO. NOOOO! This can't be happening. Run Hermione come on faster than that. Geez why does it always seem that no matter how hard you try to run in a dream you never get anywhere. Oh great, he's catching up now. I stop and turn around to face my tormentor.

"What do you want asswhole?! You don't torture me enough in reality; you now need to come infiltrate my subconscious?" I scream at the brown Slytherin.

"You know, you're rather sexy when you're angry Mia." Nott purred reaching out to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear.

"Mia? Who the hell is Mia? And get your hands off me Nott or I'll hex you all the way to the States!" I yelled back at him while throwing his hand off that had moved to cup my cheek. I tried to suppress the electric jolt that I felt throughout my body when his skin had come in contact with mine. I couldn't let him know he had any effect on me, he'd never let me live it down.

The words and actions didn't seem to deter him. Nott took a step towards me so we were close enough I could feel his hot breath on my forehead. He was rather tall. Hmm, 6' 1" or 6' 2" I believe? Anyway, got off subject there… my feet felt like they weighed a ton. My entire body felt like I had been petrified, all I could move were my eyes. I looked up to his face while he bowed his head to look me in the eye.

Have Nott's eyes always been that color? It's like a emerald/green. It would be cool I guess, if it wasn't Nott we were talking about. I could look into eyes that color all day long, which was basically what I was doing. Nott brought his hand up again to caress my cheek all the while still holding my gaze.

His whispered words came out of his mouth sounding soft and sweet… "I love you Mia."

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I sat up in my bed and let out a long scream. Oh Merlin, what the bloody hell was that! And, more importantly who is Mia and how did Theo sodding Nott become the star of one of my dreams!?

I could hear my parents' chairs scrape on the kitchen floor followed by footsteps stopping at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hermione? Are you alright?" I heard my Mom call up the stairs.

"Um, yeah. Just had a nightmare of sorts. " I replied a bit shaky. Well, it was the truth. Even though most girls in Hogwarts and perhaps the world would fall at the feet of Nott if he declared his love for them, I Hermione Jean Granger is definitely not one of them. Stupid girls. Stupid arrogant sex addicted player Nott .

"Al- alright dear. Would you please join your father and me down here when you're ready, we have something to discuss with you." Was it my imagination or did my mum seem nervous about something? Hmm, wonder what's up.

"Okay, I'll be right down, just need to use the loo." I shouted on my way to my bathroom.

"Shit. That's right. No wonder she sounded nervous." I mumbled under my breath as I stepped into my bathroom. The mirror straight ahead reflected that same black haired, pale skinned girl, or should I say woman, because she sure doesn't look like a little girl. I have to say, she was rather pretty, the eyes were the killer. Who had purple eyes? Weird.

When I was done I tried to avoid the mirror on my way out of the bathroom. I took the stairs very slowly afraid of what I might find down there. What if there were more surprises. Did Crookshanks turn into a tiger while I was asleep? Did my parents turn my house into a library? Did they get me the Batmobile? Hmm.. oh a library, maybe I should quicken my pace. I rounded the corner to find my parents not in the kitchen.

"Mum, dad where are you?"

"We're in the living room pumpkin." I heard my Dad call. Pumpkin, why do people use that as a term of endearment for kids? I mean what's so cute about a pumpkin. It's orange for starters, the insides look like stringy mush, and the outside is all bumpy. The seeds are tasty so "10 Points to the Pumpkin". But other than that what's it got. They're famously known to be hacked into and carved out with scary witch and cat and ghost pictures on All Hallows Eve. So what does that mean? Great, my dad thinks I am an ugly, bumpy, orange thing that should be carved out with pictures of objects that actually exist in my world. Well done Dad, way to make me feel loved. Anyway, I'm just joking, I love my Dad, but I still wish I could be called something cute like ladybug or something along those lines. Just nothing candy related, I don't want to be making correlations between a stripper and my new nickname
All of this is going through my head as I enter the living room to find my parents sitting on the sofa sipping their tea and looking at me with pained expressions on their faces.

"Okay, so please tell me something went wrong with the shampoo I used last night, or someone flooed here and slipped some polyjuice potion into my tea, or I was bitten by a radioactive spider and or vampire, or …." I could have gone on and on wracking my brain for excuses as to why I suddenly looked like a Goth model, but no such luck my mum had to ruin my fun.

"Hermione, breath. Please Sweetheart; it is none of those things. Just take a seat and we will explain everything." Mum was strangely calm, too calm if you ask me. I started to get even more freaked out than the first time I glanced in the mirror this morning.

I moved over to the arm chair facing the sofa on the other side of the living room. I only perched on the edge in case I needed to quickly bolt from the room.

"Tea darling?" My mother offered, always one for manners that woman.

I shook my head slowly and murmured a "No thanks."

"Can we please just get on with whatever you have to tell me? I would like to figure out how to change back into myself." I stated a little louder. I was getting a little annoyed with the silent atmosphere. You could feel the nervousness radiating out of everyone.

I saw my parents stiffen a little and put their cups down simultaneously. Uh oh, this must be some pretty big news if they can't even hold a cup of tea. I fixed my eyes on my father as he started to speak.

"Well, Hermione. You see, um… you can't change back. This is your new self." He had sort of a tight lipped smile, pleading with his eyes for me to be ok.

I think I lost all of my senses at that point. Sight, I saw nothing except a fuzzy blur in front of my eyes. Smell, there was no scent from the bowl of cinnamon potpourri wafting to my nose. Taste, well I had nothing in my mouth so that was a useless sense at the moment. Sound, I only heard a loud buzzing noise ringing through my head. And touch, I wasn't aware at the time, but I would be later that I was digging my nails so hard into my palms that I actually drew blood.

Slowly my hearing was returning after what was probably 10 minutes or so of acting like a vegetable. I could faintly hear my parents calling "Hermione!", "Hermione can you hear me?" over and over again. Then my vision started to return when I caught sight of my Dad's hand waving frantically in front of my face. It was quite annoying really and giving me a slight headache from the movement. I reached out and grabbed his hand to stop him. Speech till evaded me at the moment so I just looked him in the eye and slowly moved my head back and forth.

"Oh thank God, Hermione you had us worried there Pumpkin, you were basically catatonic." Dad verbalized. Hmm, catatonic, maybe I should have stayed in that state so I could just stay in my room for the rest of my life and not explain to everyone why one-third of the Golden Trio now looks like a vampire!

I leaned back into the chair and pulled my knees up under my chin and rested my head on top of them. My Dad stood up and started checking my vital signs.

"Dad, dad what are you doing?" Ah ha there I found my voice!

"Hermione I'm a doctor, I'm checking to see if you're ok."

"Dad, you're a dentist." I explained calmly. Maybe I wasn't the only one that needed their vitals checked here.

Dad just harrumphed and sat back down on the couch with mum following suit.

I took a few deep breaths while my parents just stared at me afraid to make the next move. Probably afraid that I would start having convulsions the next time.

"Alright…. Would you care to explain why I am now stuck looking like this?" I said through gritted teeth. It's not so much that I didn't like the way this girl looked, but I would miss what was it, ME. I would miss me. I started whining in my head. I already got enough attention as is being a part of the GT, I didn't need anymore and I was sure I was going to get it with the way I looked now.

"Ok honey, here it goes. And please, let me say everything I need to say without interruption, it will be easier that way. Alright?" Mum stated. With a nod from me she continued.

"Eighteen years ago we filled out paper work at an adoption agency. We were not able to conceive a child and wanted one more than anything. Within a few months we got a call stating they had a little girl that needed a good home. We were thrilled." My eyes started tearing up at the words adoption agency. I was adopted. Oh boy. First the new look and now I'm adopted.

"We brought you home as soon as we could and have loved you as if you were our own flesh and blood from the first moment we laid eyes on you. A couple of weeks after you came home with us we received a letter. Not by post, by owl. It was very strange to have an owl tapping on the window with a role of parchment attached to its leg I can assure you." My mother giggled a little at the memory and I had to smile in response.

"The letter stated that your name was Hermione and you needed protecting. We were very frightened at first, we called the police and had them try to trace the letter, but nothing came back. A few months went by and we got another letter, again by owl. It asked us to take very good care of you, that you were a special child and your real mother loved you very much but could not protect you at the given time. Throughout the years we received such letters telling us that your birth mother was extremely grateful for us taking such good care of you. One also stated that you were magical."

I think my mouth had formed an O shape by now. So, my biological family was still out there and they knew where to find me, and they knew I was magical. Which means THEY are magical. I must be a half blood or more. This was just too much. Seven years of being called a mudblood and in one day I find out I'm not a bushy haired, big toothed muggleborn. I needed to lie down again, but I needed to find out the rest of the story before I did anything else.

"Of course we thought someone was playing a prank on us, until you got your letter to Hogwarts. All of a sudden all of the strange outbursts when you were younger and the letter stating you were magical made sense, and so we ventured to the Leaky Cauldron to see if it was in fact all true, and lo and behold it was." Mum had finished her speech and let out a long breath.

"Hermione, we want you to know that this doesn't change the way we feel about you. You are our daughter first and foremost and we love you with everything we have. Please don't let this hurt our relationship." My Dad was pleading with me. Of course this wasn't going to change our little family. It might add new people to it, but it would never change the fact that I love the people who have raised me all my life.

I went over and hugged my parents, I heard my mum let out a whimper and pulled back to see tears had finally come down her cheeks.

"Mum please don't cry, of course this doesn't change anything. You'll always be my parents. I love you guys so much." They both pulled me back into a hug.

When we broke apart my Dad spoke up.

"There's something else. We received a letter on your 17th birthday. We hadn't gotten one in years so it was quite the shock. It said that you had been put under a "glamour charm" or something, which we can obviously see now that you were. It also stated that scenario A. this so called glamour charm would wear off on your 18th birthday. That was last year. So we assumed it was scenario B. it would come off when there was no longer a major threat to the wizarding world. Well, Voldy- whatever you call him has been dead for what did you tell us, about 2 and ½ months now. We figured perhaps something went wrong with the charm and you were going to stay how you were, but this morning proved us wrong."

I cleared my throat, "Um, it might have waited until most of the influential Death Eaters were either killed or put into Azkaban. Harry told me they were doing a raid on some Death Eater camps yesterday." I started to pace around the room.

"Oh Merlin Harry! Ron! Ginny! What am I going to tell my friends!?" I belted out into the air.

"Hermione, dear if they are the wonderful friends that they have been for the past 7 years of your life, then they will accept this new you. You are the same person on the inside; the outside is the only thing that has changed." My mother tried to soothe my nerves but it wasn't working as well as I'd hoped as I was still pacing and took to chewing on my bottom lip.

"Hermione, I am going to ask you a series of questions and I want you to answer them as quickly as possible, okay?" Dad, what are you doing you want to play games at a time like this? Well, ok, I nod and he focuses on me.

"Who was the author of Gone with the Wind?"

"Margaret Mitchell." Too easy Dad, come on.

"Which would you rather buy a Ferrari or a book?"

"Book."

"Name 3 books by Charles Dickens."

"Great Expectations, A Christmas Carol and A Tale of Two Cities."

"Where would you rather go, Disneyland or the Cairo Museum?"

"Cairo Museum."

"See, you're still the exact same Hermione." My dad laughed and got up to give me a hug, mum joined in and we all chuckled a bit.

"Let's go have some breakfast and you can fill me in on anything else, I'm starving." I said.

We all made our way into the kitchen cooking up bacon, sausage, eggs and toast. I poured 3 glasses of orange juice and set the table.

"So.." I said while coming to lean on the counter. "Is there anything else I should know?"

My parents exchanged a quick glace and my mom took an envelope out of her pocket then handed it to me. My name was written on the front in elegant script, I've never seen my name look so fancy except perhaps when Professor McGonagall writes it.

"What's this?" I asked my parents.

"It came this morning, while you were passed out upstairs. It had a note attached that said we were to give it to you. It also came with one for us. It stated that your family was notified when the glamour charm ended, and…. And that they would like to meet you and have you come live with them for the rest of the summer until you go back to school." I could tell this was hard for my mum to tell me, she looked defeated.

"Oh." Was all I managed to get out. I was beyond curious to see who my biological family was, but they wanted me to live with them? I'm not sure I was ready for that.

"I'm going to go sit down and read this while breakfast is cooking."

"Ok Pumpkin." This time pumpkin didn't even faze me, all I was focused on was the letter in my hands, and it seemed to weigh a ton.

"Hey mum, you keep saying "My mother", but you haven't said my parents or father. Is there a reason why?" I asked tentatively.

"Well, the letters never said anything about your father sweetheart. We assumed he must not be in the picture." Mum explained.

"Hmm." I mumbled as I slowly sank into one of the chairs around the kitchen table and slid my finger under the tab. I lifted the letter out of the envelope and read:

My Dearest Hermione,

Hello darling. I hope you are taking the news as well as can be expected. I know it comes as quite a shock. Please try to understand we did what we had to do to keep you safe. You see, when the Dark Lord was in power it was dangerous to have children, but especially to have daughters. We were not part of his circle, but we needed to protect you regardless. It was very dark times. We were elated when we were notified that you found a good family that would treat you right. Please know that I love you very much and that I don't want you to neglect the family that has raised you as their own for the past 18 years. I must tell you, your father is not in my life anymore, he hasn't been for many years, but we are doing well all the same. You are probably wondering why I said "we" then, yes? Well, Hermione you have a brother, a twin actually. He is a wonderful young man and I am sure you are a wonderful young woman. I was hoping you would do me the great honor of meeting us at your earliest convenience. When I was notified the glamour charm was gone and the world was finally rid of the Dark Lord I jumped for joy. I would so love to meet you my darling.

Much love from your mother,
Violet Zabini

My eyes went wide as I read the last name. It kept shouting itself in side my head "Zabini, Zabini, ZABINI!"
"Uh, mum… I'm not hungry anymore."