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Disclaimer- To my great misfortune, it is JK Rowling that is amazingly rich for creating the characters of Harry Potter, not me.

This is my second fanfic. Please review, but do not flame. Constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Hermione could hear footsteps approaching the door, and she knew that there was no turning back. Who would she see when that door would open? What would her new parents be like? Would they like her, or would they shrink back in disappointment?

The massive oak door opened, and Hermione turned to face her parents. She was expecting someone with a cold and arrogant manner, but that was the last word to describe the woman who was standing in the door frame.

The woman in the doorway had brown hair that hung in gentle ringlets and was highlighted with streaks of blonde. Her face was round, and she wore little make-up, emphasizing her natural beauty. Her honey brown eyes, which were just like Hermione’s, sparkled with excitement.

“Are you Hermione Granger?” She asked, her voice revealing that she could barely contain her excitement.

“Yes,” Hermione said cautiously. Was this woman her mother?

The woman squealed in excitement and quickly enveloped Hermione in a warm hug. When she finally let go, Hermione saw that the honey eyes that were so much like her own were filled with tears of happiness.

“I am sorry,” she said, wiping the tears from her eyes, and trying to regain her calm composure, “It is just that it is so wonderful to finally see you after all of these long years! I have been dreaming of this moment for so long and now it is finally real!”

“You must be wondering who I am,” the woman continued, “Hermione, I am your mother. My name is Priscilla Zabini, which means that your name is Hermione Zabini.”

At this point, Hermione was still standing on the doorstep, clutching her suitcase. Her mother, Priscilla, was still too caught up in the excitement of finally meeting her beloved child that she had momentarily lost her manners, and forgot to invite Hermione inside. But Hermione felt a strange sense of discomfort when she heard the name ‘Zabini’. The name sounded so familiar, but Hermione couldn’t quite place where she heard the name before.

“Oh, how silly of me,” Priscilla gasped, “Come in, Hermione, come in! Welcome to Zabini Manor. Don’t be shy, come inside!”

Hermione reluctantly stepped inside to the gorgeous hall, and her breath caught in her throat as she stared in amazement at the room. The floor was tiled in ebony and ivory, and the walls were a crisp, yet elegant white, with pictures of various witches and wizards that Hermione assumed were her ancestors on the walls. At the far end of the hall was a black iron wrought spiral staircase. A quite expensive looking Persian rug was a the base of the staircase, and candelabras on the wall provided a dim light.

“You can just leave your suitcase there, it will be taken care of,” Priscilla said, with a careless wave of her hand, “Come in here to the parlor where you can meet your father, and your brother, Blaise.”

Suddenly Hermione realized exactly where she heard the name ‘Zabini’. Memories of Hogwarts came flooding back to her, and she recalled the boy with jet black hair who always accompanied Draco Malfoy. Blaise Zabini, her brother, was Malfoy’s best friend! Hermione stood there, too horrorstruck to move.

“You do want to meet them, don’t you?” Priscilla asked in concern, noticing that Hermione had not moved, and had a look of terror on her face.

“Oh, yes, of course I would,” Hermione said quickly, thoughts swimming through her head as she followed Priscilla into a room decorated in gold and black. If she was a Zabini, did that mean that she would be expected to befriend Malfoy? Because if she was, fat chance that t would actually happen.

When she entered the room, Hermione noticed a man sitting on one couch, and none other than Blaise Zabini sitting in an over stuffed chair. Blaise had jet black hair and vivid blue eyes that flashed with surprise when he saw Hermione. He immediately recognized Hermione as the Gryffindor Golden Girl, who was best friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasly.

“Blaise, this is your sister, Hermione. Paulo, come here,” Priscilla announced.

Hermione’s father, Paulo, immediately got up and hugged Hermione. His black hair was speckled with grey, and he smelled of cigar smoke. Blaise, on the other hand, only got up when he felt his mothers disapproving stare. He seemed to still be in shock from finding out that Hermione “mudblood” Granger was actually his long lost sister.

“Uh, Hermione... it’s nice to meet you,” Blaise said.

“Same here,” Hermione replied briskly, hoping that he wouldn’t start in on her later after Priscilla and Paulo left, “Although I must admit that I am rather surprised to find out that you are my brother.”

“Oh, you two know each other already?” Paulo questioned, his own blue eyes shimmering with amusement.

“Something like that,” Blaise muttered, “Listen, Hermione, do you want me to show you around the manor? Or how about the gardens?”

“I would very much like to see the gardens,” Hermione replied, sensing that Blaise wanted to talk, not necessarily show her how many fountains and flowers here were in the garden.

“I’m so glad that you two are getting along so well already,” Priscilla said fondly.

“Yes, well, why would we not get along?” Hermione said, while Blaise silently snickered, “We’ll be back in a little while.”


When the two siblings stepped outside, and began walking down a winding path that was a maze of flowers and huge hedges, Hermione was once again speechless in wonder. Tall hedges formed walls that were the backdrop of a gorgeous display of flowers. There was every sort of flower imaginable, such as roses, daffodils, daisies, chrysanthemums, and a wide array of magical that Hermione couldn’t even name.

“Bloody hell, Granger, how can you be my sister?” Blaise exclaimed as soon as they were out of earshot from the house.

“Well, I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do about it,” Hermione said, rather taken aback by his accusing tone, “If you don’t like the fact that I’m your sister, then I guess that you’re shit out of luck, ‘cos it isn’t like I asked to be your sister.”

“What?” Blaise asked, also seeming surprised by Hermione’s reply, “I didn’t mean it like that. It is just that all my life, I knew that I had a sister out there somewhere, but I didn’t know who. When I found out that it was you, it just caught me off guard.”

Hermione blushed slightly, suddenly ashamed of how she just snapped at him like that, without giving him a chance to explain. So he felt just as flabbergasted as she did. Maybe she could over the fact that he was a Slytherin, and begin to think of him as her brother.

“Listen, I was wondering if we could forget our past, and have a fresh start. Anyway, it’s not as if we ever really bothered each other,” Blaise said somewhat hopefully.

“Yeah, I guess that you’re right. It was just really that you are in Slytherin, and I am in Gryffindor, but I suppose that none of that really matters now,” Hermione admitted.

“Okay, that is good that’s out of the way. So, how do you like the manor? “ Blaise questioned.

“Well, it is certainly is big enough,” Hermione mused, “But honestly, I think that it is absolutely stunning. It is just like a fairy tale castle.”

“If you think that this is big, then you should see Malfoy Manor,” Blaise informed her.

“Ewwww, Malfoy,” Hermione whined, feeling sick at the mention of the blonde haired boy who for so many lives had made her life a living hell, “I suppose that since he is your best friend, I will be seeing rather quite a bit of him, won’t I?”

“Oh, he’s really not that bad, Hermione. He was just jealous of your grades, and didn’t like the fact that a ‘mudblood’ beet him in all his grades. But nobody will be saying anything bad about my little sister if I can help it” Blaise said in a protective tone.

“Hey! Malfoy!” Hermione exclaimed in sudden realization, “Malfoy is going to absolutely freak when he finds out that I am a pureblood!”

“Yeah, I suppose that he will,” Blaise chuckled, “Tonight is the night that you will be presented as Hermione Zabini, pureblood witch.”

“Why? What’s tonight?” Hermione questioned, full of curiosity.

“Tonight is our annual masquerade ball,” Blaise announced.

A Masquerade ball! Hermione’s honey eyes flashed with excitement, for she had always wanted to go to a masquerade ball, and now she was. This new life really did seem to be a fairy tale, and all that was missing was her handsome knight in shining armor.


Authors note: Please don’t kill me! I realize that Draco and the time travel have not been in the story yet, but I promise that they will be shortly. Draco will be in the next chapter, and the time travel will be in the one after that. I PROMISE, cross my heart and hope to die. It would make me REALLY HAPPY IF YOU WOULD ALL REVIEW!

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