A Slytherins Sister (Dramione) -Old Version.

Chapter one.

Hermione:
I sat on one of the swings at my local park, thinking back to what my parents had just told me. I had to get out of the house. I needed to clear my head especially after being told that I Hermione Granger was in fact adopted, not even just that I was a pureblood. Why would someone give me up? My mum told me that they didn't have a choice, that it was to protect me. Another shocking thing is the fact I'm not actually an old child, I have a twin brother. My parents don't know who he is. My real mother is wanting to meet me tonight. I think I'll agree to meeting her, I can't deny the fact that I'm curious to know who my brother is and my mother of course. I wonder if he's someone at Hogwarts apart of me hopes he is but than another part is worrying that it will be someone I never got on with, along as it's not the Malfoy's I think it be fine. Though being an Crabbe or Goyle does't seem great either. There was no mention of a father though I'm guessing he's no longer in the picture.

Getting up from the old red rusted swing, I began heading back towards home finally having came to a decision regarding my birth mother as well as twin. Approaching the large brown gate of my back garden I took deep breath to help calm my nerves, pushing it open I made sure it was shut properly behind, it tended to bang if not closed right, swinging open with the wind. Entering into the house to see my mum hurrying around the kitchen putting away bowls, plates and cutlery.

Having seen how the Weasley's are with each other, I have always wondered what it would be like to not be the only child. Sure you got a lot but it sometimes got boring with no one around to talk to. I tended to try get as much of my studying done so I guess there was an advantage of being an only child. I was suppose to be going to the Burrow to stay for a week before returning to Hogwarts, to redo my 7th year. Me, Harry, Ron and a bunch of other 7th years had agreed to go back. I approached my house, entering I went to speak to my mum.

"Mum I'll like to meet my birth mother as well as brother."

"That's great I will send her a message now." Entering into the living room she ripped a piece of paper of a notepad left on the coffee table, scribbling a quick message on it she gave it to our family owl Hermes "give this to Amelia."

We decided that having a family owl would be useful for the family it enabled to stay in contact with my two best friends Harry and Ron. Ron and I did try dating but it didn't really work out between us, we both decided that we are better off as friends. Really I needed someone who could challenge me more, Ron wasn't that person. Ginny and Harry seemed to still be going strong being very much in love I was glad that I was able to persuade Ron to return back to Hogwarts. Harry of course has already sent his of owl saying he would return before I even asked him about it.

"I'm going to wash up before dinner." giving her a quick kiss on the check before continuing what I was saying "might as well finish of the last of my packing."

"I will shout you when dinner is ready." I nodded my head before going to pack and wash my hands for dinner.

Half an hour later I was done putting away the last book I would need. "Hermione dinner is ready." Came the voice of my dad from downstairs.

Making my way into the dining room, I sat at a chair directly opposite of my dad "how was work today?" I asked digging into my gravy covered mashed potato.

"It was a good day, you back at work tomorrow love?" asked dad directing the question to mum.

Politely chewing her piece of chicken before replying "yes I am."

"That's good, plans for tomorrow?" Dad asked me.

Swallowing the bit of my mashed potato in my mouth, I replied "not sure yet, might go shopping."

Nodding his head at me as mum gave me a smile, once having finished the conversation, we went back to eating. Once my parents had finished eating I started collected their knifes, forks and plates, placing them into a hot bowl of water with fairy liquid along with mine allowing them to soak before I would wash them after having eaten pudding. My mother got up from the table to collect the washing from the line outside.

"Hermione dear there is a reply from your birth mum. She would love to meet you tomorrow." my mum told me, coming in with basket full of washing.

"I'll send her a reply back now to come at 1 pm tomorrow." Writing a quick reply back I gave it to Hermes to deliver.

Sitting back down for dinner we eat in silent as soon as we was all done I went to clean up the dirty dished before putting them away in the correct cupboards. Giving them both a hug I decide to turn in for the night seeing as I would have to be up early in time to have a shower and to be nicely dressed before meeting my birth mother.

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"Hermione your mother is here." My mum yelled to me.

"Coming." I shouted back getting up off the bed and going to greet her.

She had long black hair that looked like spirals as it flowed down her back and the side of her face. Her eyes were an emerald a a few shade lighter than Harry's more like the colour of the leaves on trees during the summer or the grass that covered the ground. She looked around the height of 5'6 - 5'8. Wearing a blood red dress that went just past her knees with a long black coat with a pair of black shiny heels. Around her neck was a diamond necklace with pearls in her ears. She looked like your typical rich woman minus the look of disgust that is shown on many pure blooded people when around those they see lesser then them, though I wonder if they made that face to many time it now stuck that way.

"Hello Hermione dear my name is Amelia Zabini." She said.

"Wait does that mean Blaise Zabini is my brother?" I asked.

"Yes in fact it does." She told me.

"Another question. Why did you give me up and not Blaise? " I asked her. I knew it wasn't polite to spring these questions on her now but after having been tossing and turning all night long I felt I deserve the answer before I went anywhere with this woman or even had a conversation.

"Well when Voldermort was at large my husband your father was a foolish man. He told him of my pregnancy. Your father thought that he could make his master proud by training his child to become a death eater. I was so angry that he would have this thought. Luckily enough we didn't know that we was expecting twins. I was able to find a home for you, sadly the death eater fount me and your brother before we was able to find him a new home." She told me.

"I understand, another question how do I know this isn't some kind of trick?" I said.

"I thought you might ask that. Here's a birth certificate and I've kept in touch as much as can with your parents, which sadly was only three times since you've been with them but I'm sure that you will believe them." Said Miss Zabini.

"Yeah I believe my parents when they say you're my mother." I told her.

"Good to hear. Well if you want to stay for the holidays you can? That way you and Blaise can get to know each other better." She said.

"I'll like that if it's okay with mum." I asked her.

"Yes it's fine with me, your dad will get your stuff. Keep in touch." She told me.

My dad went upstairs later returning with my suitcase. He placed it down near the door and came over to me and pulled me into a hug.

"Be good will see you soon. Me and your mum will always love you and be here for you." He said.

"I know dad I love you both as well." I said, with that he let go.

I went and gave my mum a hug and a kiss on the check, she looked at me and smiled. Even if she's not my real mum I'll still see her as it and nothing will change that. She helped me become the woman I am today.

"Are you ready to go?" Asked Miss Zabini.

"Yes I'm ready." I told her.

I took her arms and grabbed my suitcase in the other hand. The last thing I saw before leaving was my parents proud faces and tear filled eyes as I left. Seeing them liked that tugged on my heart strings. I quickly wiped away the tears that was threatening to appear. It is not likely I am never going to see them again.