Chapter 1 : Goodbye Hermione Granger
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The war was over, Voldemort defeated, Harry Potter victorious. The summer after good had triumphed over evil was spent putting the Wizarding world back together; families were reunited, laws were changed, the Ministry of Magic restructured and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry put back together again.
Hermione Granger, one third of the Golden Trio, had the most interesting summer of all. She and Ron had decided to take their platonic friendship to the next level. No longer were they platonic best friends, they were now bestest B.F.F, a muggle term that means Best Friends Forever (still completely platonic). Hermione was thrilled, she and Ron had always secretly known that they were more than just ‘best friends’ but something had always gotten in the way of them becoming bestest B.F.Fs, for example, Ron’s jealousy; he thought that Hermione and Harry were being bestest B.F.Fs behind his back. It had all worked out perfectly though, Harry was now Ginny’s bestest B.F.F and the foursome spent an amazing summer together, doing all sorts of fun yet completely unromantic, platonic Wizarding activities, totally disregarding the horrific year they had all had and the fact that many people had died at the hands of Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
The progression in Hermione and Ron’s friendship was not the only big change in Hermione’s life that summer. When the time to return to Hogwarts was near, Hermione went back to her parents house, suddenly remembering that she had erased their memories and shipped them off to the other side of the world. After a quick apparition to Australia, she removed the memory charm on her parents and they all moved back to England.
On the morning of Hermione’s eighteenth birthday (which was now in the summer holidays and not September eighteenth for the purpose of this story), she was woken by a tapping sound on her bedroom window. A black owl was hovering there, a letter addressed to Hermione in its beak. She opened the window and took the letter, giving the owl a treat (which she had even though she does not own an owl herself) before it took off again. She opened the envelope, expecting a birthday card and instead found a letter which would change her life forever..................................................... (lots of ellipses for dramatic effect)
As it is your eighteenth birthday, I am writing to tell you the truth about who you really are. You are adopted and actually not a muggleborn at all, you are a pureblood and the twin sister of Blaise Zabini. When you were a baby we had to give you up for adoption because of some vague plot that involves the Dark Lord who didn’t like girl babies or something. You had a glamour charm placed on you and we left you in the hands of a muggle couple so that you would grow up safe from the Dark Lord. Now that you are eighteen we are allowed to tell you all of this. We will be coming over at ten this morning to answer any questions you have and to remove the glamour charm.
Hermione read the letter several times, wondering if it was a joke. She looked at the clock which now read ten AM and heard a scream coming from downstairs. She raced to the kitchen, where the scream had come from and found her mum and dad staring, open-mouthed, at the fireplace. There stood Blaise Zabini and the most beautiful woman Hermione had ever seen. She was at least six foot tall, had poker straight jet black hair, pale skin and electric blue eyes. The pair stepped out of the fireplace (which was conveniently hooked up to the floo network) and Mrs Zabini greeted Hermione’s parents.
“Mr and Mrs Granger, it has been too long. Thank you for raising my daughter, but the day has come that she knows who her true family is.”
“Yes, you’re absolutely right. Please, take a seat, I’ll make us some tea.” Hermione’s mum replied kindly.
Hermione was ushered into a seat by her father and they all sat with her at the dining table, her mum joining them with a tray of tea and biscuits. Mrs Zabini spoke directly to Hermione.
“I trust you received my letter?” Hermione was speechless, she simply nodded in reply.
“Good. Well that pretty much explained everything; Dark Lord, we put you up for adoption, glamour charm, twin sister of Blaise, I’m your mother. So Mia, will you come and live with us?”
“What did you call me?” Hermione asked, perplexed.
“Mia, it’s the name we gave you when you were born. The Grangers changed it so that the Dark Lord wouldn’t know who you really were. So, what do you say? Will you live with us?”
Hermione thought about Mrs Zabini’s proposition for around thirty seconds. “Yes, alright then. I’ll come and live with you Mrs Zabini.”
“Fantastic!” Mrs Zabini exclaimed. “And please, call me Mother.”
Ten minutes later, Hermione had packed all of her belongings into her Hogwarts trunk and levitated it into the kitchen. She said goodbye to the parents that had raised her for eighteen years, having completely accepted the fact that she was now going to live with total strangers instead of them, but she did promise that she would visit from time to time. Of course, Mr and Mrs Granger were completely happy with this.
Mia, (which will be her name for the rest of this story) then flooed to her new home with her new Mother and twin brother. They lived in a huge manor house which was very dark and gothic. Blaise took her up to her new bedroom which was all black and purple, a huge four poster bed with silk sheets dominated the room. Even though Hermione Granger would have hated it, Mia Zabini loved it.
“Come on, Mia, put your stuff here and we can go back downstairs so Mother can remove the glamour charm!” Blaise told her excitedly.
They returned to the living room to find their Mother waiting by a full length mirror.
“I thought you might like to see what you looked like after I remove the charm.” She explained.
Mia faced her mother, who muttered a complicated spell and waved her wand, before turning Mia around to face the mirror. A beautiful girl stood there. She had black hair that was not wild and curly like Hermione Granger’s but fell in soft waves down her back. Her skin was as pale as Mother’s and soft to touch and the eyes that stared back at her were a deep shade of violet. The best part of Mia’s new look, however, was that she had curves in all the right places.
“Well? What do you think?” Blaise asked.
“I love it!” she cried. “I look just like you Blaise!” Who also had pale skin, black hair and purple eyes, despite every description of him before now.
Mia spent the last few weeks of the holidays enjoying her new life. She went shopping with her mother who bought her a whole wardrobe of gothic clothes to go with her gothic look and a lifetime supply of black eyeliner, which she now wore every day. She also spent a lot of time with Blaise’s best friend, Draco Malfoy, who was not at all surprised at who Mia used to be and instantly liked her despite having spent seven years hating her and calling her ‘Mudblood’. They were becoming... friends. Hermione had even started to have dreams about Draco, ones she had never had about a boy before. In her dreams they would spend hours together, alone, doing something Hermione had never done before...
...playing Wizard chess.
Two days before Mia and Blaise were to return to school, they received their Hogwarts letters. Mia was not at all surprised to find out that she had been made Head Girl and Draco Malfoy would be Head Boy. McGonagall explained in her letter that they would have to share a dormitory which would be ten times the size of the Gyffindor one even though it was only for two people.
After reading her Hogwarts letter, Mia suddenly remembered that she had completely forgotten to write to Harry or her bestest B.F.F, Ron in weeks. She hadn’t even told them about her new life! She quickly scribbled a letter.
Dear Ron and Harry,
I am just writing to tell you that I found out I was adopted, I’m actually Blaise Zabini’s twin sister. I’ve had a glamour charm removed so look completely different now and I’m living at Zabini Manor. Looking forward to seeing you both at Hogwarts (especially you, Ron!)
P.S. That’s my new name.
P.P.S. If you want to keep calling me ‘Mione like you have done for the past seven years that’s fine.
P.P.P.S. I’m friends with Draco Malfoy, he’s actually quite nice.
P.P.P.P.S. I’m Head Girl!
P.P.P.P.P.S. Draco is Head Boy.
She attached the letter to her new owl, Lola, and sent it. She was not at all concerned at how her friends would react.