Confusion And Obsession

Confusion and obsession
A/N OOC and A/U
Chapter 1

“Earth to Blaise?” Draco waved a hand in front of his friend’s face.
“What?” Blaise shook his head as if to clear his troubles.
“What is your problem? You have been distracted the last few days.”
Blaise looked at his closest friend Draco Malfoy. Brothers really. The told each other every thing. When Blaise decided to join the Order, he told Draco knowing that if Draco reported him it would mean his death. To Blaise’s surprise Draco told him that he would join as well.

Don’t get the Pureblood Princes wrong they still believed that muggles were useless creatures and mudbloods a crime against nature however, the person at the forefront of their cause should not be a dirty halfblood. They knew that the only way to be rid of the so-called Dark Lord was through the Order. Luckily, both the Zabinis and Malfoys agreed. They all held their tongues (and noses) and joined the Order.

The Order, realizing what valuable information the families could give, took their oaths with the understanding that nobody had changed. They did their best to keep confrontation at a minimum by not mixing them with the Golden Trio. The Great Battle was two months ago and finally things were becoming more normal for the families. They each went back to their manors and tried to forget they ever associated with the filth that was the Order. Now that Tom Riddle was gone the Pureblood race could ascend to the prominent position it deserved.

That however, was not what Blaise Zabini was thinking about. After letting out a long-suffering sigh, he confided in Draco his ‘problem’.

“My parents want me to go away with them for a while.”

“So? They just miss their ittel baby boy.” Draco laughed and hit Blaise in the arm. They where sitting in Malfoy Manor’s library each drinking a glass of firewhiskey.

“Draco?” They both turned their heads as a feminine voice called out from the doors.

“Pansy, I thought I told you I was busy tonight?” Draco didn’t even try to keep the sneer from his voice.

“Well, I knew you were with Blaise and I thought I could keep you company after.” Draco looked at Pansy. She really was annoying. The only thing going for Pansy was that she was a pureblood and she was easy.

“Go away, Pansy”

Draco turned back to Blaise and missed the hurt look on her face. “Well, alright I think I will just go talk to your mum.”

Draco just nodded not giving her any more attention as she flounced out of the room.

“Drake, what’s going on with you and Pansy? I thought you were on the verge on announcing a betrothal?”

Draco let out a deep breath as he threw himself against the cushions of the velvet settee. He ran his fingers in his hair. “That’s what everyone wants. She is every thing I should want. Sexy, rich, influential family, and of course pureblood. I just can’t see myself raising a family with her. The sex is great. She can actually keep up. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He gulped the rest of his drink, as Blaise looked on concerned.

“Is there some one else? One of the Greengrass girls or Theo’s sister?” He really could not think of any one else who would fit the requirements of the next Lady Malfoy.

“No, that’s not it. Theo’s sister makes Hagrid look feminine and the Greengrasses are too …what’s the word? Yeah, prudish. You would have to Stupify them just to get their knickers off. Pansy on the other hand knows what to do with a cock. Unfortunately, every pureblood wizard out there knows this from experience. I just wonder could there actually be a pureblood witch out there that has not been with every one of my mates but does not faint at the thought of a cock in her pussy?”

Blaise considered what Draco said as Draco closed his eyes for a second before opening them and saying “Enough. We were talking about you. What’s the big deal? Why do you seem so concerned?”

“They said that they needed to speak to me that it would change our family forever.”

“Maybe they want you to get married! That’s it. They want a double announcement. Imagine it. The two hottest wizards married and off the marriage market.”

This time it was the dark haired Italian that tossed back the firewhiskey. “No I don’t think so. Mother was too serious, too sad. They would have no trouble ordering me to ask for a ‘nice pureblood’ girl’s hand. This was different.”

As Blaise got up to wonder to the window, Draco looked at the back of his best mate not realizing that his along with Blaise’s life was about to change forever.

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“Do you think that going away is the best way to tell him?” Avani Zabini looked at her husband Celso with concern.

“Si, it is the best way. There are too many memories here.”

“He will hate us for keeping this from him.”

“Yes, that is most likely that way of it. Pero, we must try. We must try for her and for Blaise. There is a part of him missing whether he knows it or not.”

“And a part of ourselves also, no?”

“Si, soon, cara we will be together soon.”
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After arriving at the estate, Blaise had a quiet lunch with his parents. From the corner of his eye, he caught the glances between his parents. “I would really appreciate it if you would both just tell me this news you have for me.”

At his words, his parents both sighed and got up from the dinner table. “Figlio, lets go to the study. It is time…that you knew.” With those cryptic words, the elder Lord Zabini led his family through the house to the study.

“Before I start I want you to know that your mother and I didn’t tell you sooner because ….well, it was just too painful.” Celso Zabini walked to his wife and knelt next to her as she sat near the fireplace. Talking her hand in his he continued, “When your mother announced that we were to welcome an heir I was over the moon. Pureblood births were becoming rare and to be honest we were concerned. There were whispers that the Pureblood lines was slowly ending. The Malfoys had just announced that Narcissa was incinta and the women were thrilled to be going through this together.” Blaise was not sure were this was going. His mother looked so very sad and father looked just as emotional. As his father continued, he moved father away toward the window. As if he instinctively knew that, what his father was going to say was going to drive a wedge between them.

“Just before you were born, the Malfoys came to the Manor. Draco had just been born two months before and Avani whished to have them here.”

“Padre, what-” Blaise tried to ask him what he was leading to but Celso held up his hand to interrupt him.

“Please, let me finish. The night you were born, we sent for the healer. Narcissa was with your mother. I remember walking in circles around the study. Lucius was there to calm me down.”
At this point Blaise knew he didn’t want to hear more. He knew this was big. It was life changing. He wanted to get away, far away.

“Are you trying to tell me I am not your son?” The words came out choked. He could not imagine NOT being the pureblood son of Celso and Avani Zabini.

“NO, no my son you are the child of our bodies as well as our hearts. No what I am trying to tell you….badly I must say ….is that seven minutes after you were born your twin sister came into this world.”

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Blaise stared at the fire in his bedroom. Watching the flames as the last few hours went through his mind. He had a sister. A sister that at two months old had been snatched from their joint nursery. He couldn’t believe it. He let out a groan of frustration. His father went on to tell him about that night. The night Silver was taken. Silver Avani Zabini. Celso told Blaise how he had woken to Avani’s screams coming from the nursery. How he rushed to his wife sobbing on the floor with a screaming Blaise in her arms. The note they found. The parchment claiming that they didn’t deserve a pureblood daughter. That she would be better off without them. So she would not be used as an instrument to be sold off to ensure their pureblood line survived. His parents searched for months and months. The Malfoys doing every thing in their power to find their goddaughter. They even went to Dumbledore for help. However, nothing ever came up. Not so much as a whisper of her whereabouts. Months turned into years and the Zabinis realized that their son suffered. Not only had Blaise lost his sister but also his parents.

They were never the same. Always rushing from one idea to the next. Celso realized that in the quest to find their daughter they neglected their son. Together they decided that Blaise needed to come first now. They put all their love and devotion into Blaise. Not wanting Blaise to grow up with the knowledge of Silver, they asked everyone to keep their secret. The Malfoys having seen the pain their friends were going through agreed. Blaise was to never know that he had a part of him missing.

Until last week when that all changed and elder Zabinis were given the second biggest shock of their lives.
Blaise got up from his position near the fire and walked to his desk. As he got closer, he could see the parchment but not the words. Oh, but he knew. He knew what it read. Blaise could see in his mind’s eye even before he picked up the paper.

I know where your daughter is. Know for now, that she is safe. I am sure you want to keep her that way. I will be in touch.

Blaise could feel his parent’s frustration radiating off the parchment. They received it the day after Silver and Blaise’s seventeenth birthday. Celso being the Slytherin that he was knew it was real. That someone knew where Silver was and would hurt her if they needed to. Avani was beside herself. Blaise feared for her health. Who ever did this, kept Silver away and put his parents through this torment would pay and pay dearly.

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If anyone caught sight of the four powerful wizards sitting around the library, they would gasp with freight. Celso and Lucius giving off the aura of powerful older wizards. Men not to be trifled with. Blaise and Draco with their smoldering sexuality and power. The Malfoys had joined them the next day at the request of their friends.

Celso had just finished the retelling the story leaving the Malfoys in utter bafflement. “May I look at the note?” Lucius asked Celso quietly from their corner of the room. As the adults discussed the massive and the implications the younger men where having another discussion.

“Blaise, how are you holding up?” Draco looked at best mate. The look in his eyes when his father has speaking was one Draco had never seen before.

“She is out there Draco. What if she has been hurt? I can’t protect her. I have only known about her for a day and I feel her. I can feel her calling out to me. She needs me. Where ever she is she needs me.” Blaise hung his head and placed it on his hands. If you asked anyone, other then a select few, they would say that Blaise Zabini was a cold-hearted arse hole who cared for nothing and no one. Draco knew different. He loved his family fiercely and that included the Malfoys. Having knowledge that his sister was out there alone and possible in danger had to be unbearable to him.

“We will find her, you know that we wont stop looking till Silver is home.”
Draco somehow felt that bringing Silver home was something he had to do. As if, there was a compulsion a need deep inside him. He thought of the people in his life that he would go to the ends of the Earth for. His parents? Absolutely. Celso and Avani? No question. Blaise? With out a doubt. Pansy? Ha, he wouldn’t cross the street for her. The thought of this girl out there without her family, his best friend’s sister, caused his breath to hitch. He would help bring her home he had too.

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The room was quiet as the six occupants ate their supper. Narcissa had spent the afternoon with Avani going over the situation.

“Master Celso, this come for you.” the voice of the house elf broke the silence.
Celso opened the letter and his handsome face paled. “Bloody bastard!”

“Caro, what is it? Oh, Merlin, it’s from him.” Narcissa rushed to her side as Avani looked ready to faint.

“Padre?” Blaise got up and walked over his father to read over his shoulder.

She was raised as a mudblood. Ironic would you not say? She was ridiculed by her brother and his mates her entire time at Hogwarts. A pureblood being laughed at for her dirty blood! If only they knew. She now hates you and yours. Do you think you can change her mind? Or will a branch of the Zabini tree have halfbloods? Maybe I should just be quiet. She could end up on the wrong side of Blaise or Draco’s wand.
But just so you know I am not playing you, at the end of this parchment is a drop of blood. Hers. Have it checked. I will be in touch.
P.S. how powerful would you have to be to cast a Glamour that lasts Seventeen years?

“He’s dead. I will Avada Kedavra him myself.” Blaise shook with a rage he had never felt before.
Lucius, always the calm one in a crisis, raced to the potions lab to put together the required potion to test the blood. The others knowing where he was going followed. Avani could be head crying softly.

“We know that she went to Hogwarts. The boys knew her. She was known as a mudblood. She was under a glamour.” Lucius was gathering the necessary items as Celso went over the parchment.

“She could be any one of the mudbloods Dumbledore let into the school.” Narcissa exclaimed as she gently rocked Avani.

“No, she couldn’t be just any one. She would have to have been the same year as the boys. And remember she is a very powerful witch. She would have stood out.” Celso claimed as he went to the cauldron to help Lucius.
Draco and Blaise pounded their heads trying to picture the mudblood girls in their year. Truthfully, they never really paid attention to them unless it was to remind them of their disgusting blood.
“Put the parchment flat on the table.” ordered Lucius as he poured a little of the potion into a small vial. Walking over to the table, he took a deep breath as he tipped a small amount onto the stain of blood on the parchment.

Every one watched as vapors began rising from the parchment and begin to form the faces of Celso and Avani Zabini.

The loud wail coming from Avani was one of complete joy and at the same time heartbreak. Her thoughts the same as everyone else’s. What had he done to get her blood?

Chapter 2

“Miss, is there anything else?” the waiter gave the breathtaking women before him all his attention. She was what painters tried to capture on canvas. What every women aspired to. Hourglass figure with big full breasts and long honey colored hair. However, she looked so sad. Heartbroken really. It came off her in waves. When she looked up to answer him, his breath hitched. She had the most amazing eyes. A glimmering amber color that shot straight at you.

“No, just the check please.” She went back to looking at the newspaper in her hands.

“Of course.” As the waiter walked away, he looked around the room to all the other men drooling over the goddess in the corner.

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As Hermione sat in the corner of the café, she thought about the last few days. Her birthday was a few days ago. Seventeen a legal adult in the Wizarding world. Hermione thought back to two days before her birthday. She went to the Burrow to spend time with her ‘best friends’. Best friends, sure, until some thing happened and you needed them to support you for a change. Oh, then it was too much trouble. Hermione laid her head down on the table letting out a groan before leaving funds for the bill, standing up and walking out the door.
She had decided to go to muggle London after her life crumpled to pieces at her feet. After what happened with her ‘second family’.

Hermione and Ginny had been sharing the Twins old room during her visit. Ginny wasted no time telling Hermione that she no intention of sleeping in her room with Hermione when Harry was across the hall. That didn’t bother her she knew Ginny would do what she wanted. So, Hermione woke up alone on her birthday. As she wondered out of the room to the one bathroom, the Burrow had someone let out a shriek. “Who in Merlin’s name are you?” Hermione looked up at the voice and shook her head as she saw Ron.

“Ha, ha Ron. Very funny. Now move so I can use the bathroom.”
She took a step back as she saw Ron’s wand in her face.

“DAD! MUM!” Ron called as he held Hermione at wand point.

“Ron! What are you doing?” Hermione couldn’t believe it as the entire family spilled out of the rooms into the hall. Voices overlapped and the noise was deafening.

After Arthur shut everyone up Hermione was allowed to explain. From there Hermione’s memories were fuzzy. She remembered her and Arthur figuring out that one she must be adopted and two that she must have had glamour placed on her. She remembers the potion and blood and the two faces and names that appeared in the smoke. The man with well cut black hair, the woman with hair like the new Hermione. The accusations from Ron, Ginny, and even Harry that she had known all along and that she was using them for information. The biggest joke of all. Hadn’t it been her, Hermione that gathered the most, no all the information to bring down the Deatheaters? To find Voldemort? It had been her! How dare they?! Now when she finds out her whole life has been a lie they turn on her. Ron she could understand. He was still angry with her for turning him down all those months ago. Ginny had been distancing herself but Hermione still considered her a friend. Harry had hurt her the most. He was her best friend, her brother. Hermione thought that she would never forget him ordering her out of the Burrow. Pretty much a ‘never darken our doorstep again’.

Now as she walked down the street in London she tried to figure out her next move. From what she could figure out from the records at the Ministry, Sliver and Blaise Zabini were born seventeen years ago. A kidnapping report had been made about two months later. Someone had snatched Silver from her home. According to the reports, no ransom had been demanded and Silver was never seen again. She remembered Blaise from school. A tall dark handsome Italian boy. All the other girls in her dorm wondered how Hermione could not think that Blaise (along with Draco Malfoy) was not Merlin’s gift to witches. She gave a chuckle. Thank goodness she didn’t. She would have needed therapy if she had thought he was sexy then found out he was her brother. Yuck.

Hermione knew the most logical step would be to go to the Grangers. The thought of that caused her pain. She had not seen them since before sixth year started. Anna and Marcus Granger were cold unfeeling people. They never showed any affection or tenderness to Hermione. When she packed up to stay at the Burrow a week before school started her father walked into her bedroom.

They had a horrible fight about school, the Weasleys, Harry, and all of Hermione’s choices in general. He had told her that he had sacrificed too much, had risked too much for her not to obey him. The last straw had been when he hit her twice across the face. She left in the middle of the night and had not been back since. When she graduated school and after the war she received a small ‘reward’ from the Ministry. That enabled her to rent a small flat; there was no way she was going back to Anna and Marcus. She had hoped that she would never see them again.

If anyone knew the truth, it was the Grangers. Hermione knew that they would never reveal anything that could implicate them so she made a plan. A plan that would get the truth from them. She just needed a potion. A potion that she could buy in Diagon Alley.

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Hermione checked the mirror before heading out. In London, she could walk around without worrying about looking like a Zabini. In the wizarding world however, she would be spotted and recognized in a heartbeat. Her cloak hid her face and her hair and she felt safe enough.

She made her way to a little shop near The Leaky Cauldron that sold potions and more importantly sold the one she needed. The jingle of the door charm went off as she stepped through the door. Out of habit, she quickly looked around to see who else was in the shop. Good empty. Making her way to the counter, she cleared her throat to get the sales witch’s attention.

“Good afternoon, what can I get for you?”

“Veriteserum, please.”

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Hermione walked up the steps to her pa- , no the Grangers home. Talking a deep breath, she rang the doorbell. Marcus Granger yanked the door open with a snarl. “What do you want?”

Hermione remembered that with her true look he didn’t know who she was.

“I…I need to speak to you and your wife. Please, it will only take a moment.”

“Do you really think we will tell you anything, Hermione?”

Hermione was shocked. “How…?”

Marcus let out an evil little chuckle. “I may only be a squib but I know what Avani Zabini looks like. The glamour changed you some, just enough to throw people off.”

Hermione pushed past him into the small home. “So, you did know! You knew all along. Tell me Dad, did you kidnap me?”

“Foolish girl. Do you think I will make this easy on you and your arrogant family?”

“Squib, huh?” Hermione pulled out her wand and pointed at Marcus.

“Anna! I suggest you come into the drawing room.” Hermione called as she walked forward leading him to the sofa.

Anna came into the room looking furious. “How dare you! We saved you and you thank us by pointing that thing at us?”

“Shut up, Anna!” Marcus glared at his wife. His accomplice for the last seventeen years.

Hermione sat them next to each other and forced them to swallow a drop of Veriteserum each.

“Now, I think you will be more helpful. Let’s begin shall we? Am I really Silver Zabini?”

Hermione could see Marcus struggle before answering. “Yessss.”

Hermione’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest.
“Who took me?”

“I did.”

Hermione head whipped over to Anna as she asked “Why?”

“Because they were so happy. I couldn’t stand it.”

“What do you mean? You knew the Zabinis?”

Hermione could see Anna’s eyes roll back in her head as she tried to stop herself from answering. “I am a Zabini. Celso is my cousin.”

Hermione gasped in shock. “I don’t believe this. How could you do this to him?”

“Our family treated me like I didn’t exist. I was female. What need did they have of me? The only good thing I could possible do is marry a pureblood and spawn more purebloods. Never asking me what I needed or wanted.”
“I don’t understand. Are you a squib?”

“Ha, they would have drowned me at birth if that were the case. No, I am a witch. I married Marcus because that was MY choice. They disowned me. He was a pureblood! That was all that should have mattered. But no. They wanted no part of us.”

“But way did you take me? Celso was your cousin. He couldn’t have been the one to disown you.”
“I found out that you were born from a friend that still wrote to me. She had told me that the family was planning a betrothal between you and the Malfoy heir. Can you believe it? You were not even two months old and they were giving you away to the purest of the pure. They were doing it to humiliate me!
To show what a dutiful daughter should do.”

Hermione couldn’t believe the things coming out of this deranged woman’s mouth. She was crazy! Anna did nothing for Herm- nothing for Silver it was all for herself. For a misguided sense of revenge.

“How? How did you do it?”

“I was able to get through the wards because I carry Zabini blood. Those fools never even considered that it was me. After all, when I married Marcus I lost all my magic right?” Anna’s face sneered as she glared at Hermione.

After binding them with magic, she walked around the small cottage she called home for so long. Silver, as could no longer think of herself as Hermione, the name those people down stairs gave her, walked into the master bedroom.

As Silver walked to the desk, she saw a note that looked ready to be sent.

If you want any information on where you can find your daughter be prepared to pay up. 15 million galleons. I will be in touch. Have the money ready at a moment notice. If not you will never know the truth.

Silver could not believe it. Well, considering all that those two monsters did she could believe it. She went downstairs with the letter. Waving it around she demanded, “You were blackmailing them? Haven’t you done enough?”

“We raised you! Saved you from them and you turned your back on us you ungrateful bint! We deserved something for raising you.”

“Your right Marcus. You most defiantly do.”

Silver lifted her wand a sent out her Patronus to the aurors.
Marcus and Anna Granger would get what was coming to them and Silver would be the one to ensure it.

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Silver sat at the same café as yesterday. After the aurors took her statement and led off the ‘Grangers’ Silver left for her flat in London. She always thought things through, so doing something without thinking about the consequences was not the norm. It wasn’t until a few hours later that she thought about other people finding out. Her parents. Her brother. Their friends. She knew she was just not ready for this. Silver found herself missing Harry. Whishing that he could have been the friend that she thought he was. She had never felt so alone and scared in her life.

“Hermione?” She was startled when she looked up to see a shock of red hair and blue eyes.

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Everyone had thought that going back to England was the best thing to do. So the families gathered at Zabini Manor. They were anxiously waiting for news. The more time went by the nervous they become. The little elf that came in with a note placed on a silver tray was almost knocked down by the mad rush to get to the note. Celso sat before opening the note carefully as if it made any difference to what lay inside. His frown and the look of agitation frightened the others in the room.

“Celso?” Avani asked as she went to his side.

“There …there has been an arrest in Silver’s kidnapping. Two-”

Avani’s shrieks and the voices of the others in the room cut him off.

“What? When? Who? Where is Silver?” Blaise rapidly asked questions cut him off every time he opened his mouth.

“Just a moment let me read this. To the Zabini family,” Celso read aloud. “A few hours ago Annalisa Zabini-Grayson and Marcus Grayson were arrested for the kidnapping of Silver Avani Zabini.” As Celso said the names, he sat down on the settee with a hard thump. Anna? Never his dreams that he think that she could be responsible. However, it did make sense.

As he paused, Blaise reached out for the letter. Blaise continued where his father left off. “The case has been turned over to the Wizengamot for prosecution. We have gathered all the evidence needed and with the testimony of…” Blaise took a deep breath as he read the name. “The testimony of Miss. Silver Zabini the conviction of the offenders seems assured. Please contact the prosecuting wizard (still to be assigned as of this moment) with any concerns. Thank you and good day.”

Blaise looked at the occupants of the room. “Good day? Where IS MY SISTER?” Blaise raged as he tossed the note on the desk.

“My cousin? How could I not have seen it?” Celso blamed himself for the treachery committed against his family.

“Caro, you know this is not your fault. We have found our daughter.” Avani had the biggest smile on her face as she looked at her husband with all the love she had for him.

“I will floo the contacts I have at the Ministry. We will know where Silver is within the hour.” Lucius walked out of the room with a determined step. Draco could hardly wait he could not imagine how his friend must be feeling.

Draco knew that Blaise was on the verge of blasting his way into the Ministry to find his sister. “Blaise? You alright?”

Blaise nodded and grinned at Draco. “I am going to see my sister. I…I feel like this has all been a dream. One minute I am an only child. The next I have a twin who I don’t know if I will ever see. Now, I know I will. I will meet her in just a few hours.” Blaise hung his head and walked to the fireplace. Draco could feel the emotions coming off him. Moving to stand next to him, he placed his hand on Blaise’s shoulder. “What is it?”
“Draco, that letter …. It said she hated us…me. What if she doesn’t want to see us? She entered Hogwarts as a mudblood. You know how we must have treated her. There is a huge chance that she wants nothing to do with us. I
don’t think I could accept that.”

Draco gave his shoulder a light squeeze as he responded. “Then don’t. Make her understand what being a pureblood is all about. Show her that her life is about to change for the better. Don’t worry, Mate. We will get through to her.”

“I hope so, Draco. I really hope so.”