Dear Miss Hermione,

'You're not all that you seem to be. You possess quialities of both a witch and a muggle. You're a half-blood. My half-blooded daughter. It's time for you to come home to us, to me. It is imperative that you do so, Miss Hermione. I am waiting for you. -Mrs Maria Zabini' This fic is about Hermione realising she's a Zabini, but is she really? Will she accept it? Hurt/drama/fam/rom