As Hermione read the piece of paper she let out a gasp. She quickly sifted through the contents of the box and found three more items. "Hermione, hurry up with that tent" her mum called. Quickly she placed the lid back on the box and hid it back underneath the floorboards. She made her way down from the attic to her mum who was waiting impatiently at the bottom of the ladder. Hermione took the steps one at a time carefully with her arms wrapped around the tent. She was almost at the bottom when she slipped. "Hermione!" Her mum cried,"Are you alright?" Hermione had landed face first on the floor. " I'm fine mum", she said barely containing her laughter. Soon the two girls were in a fit of giggles. "You really are clumsy", her mum choked.
The front door opened and in stepped Mr Granger after a long day's work at the dental surgery. He was greeted by his daughter who jumped into his arms. " Dad, mum and I have prepared everything for our camping weekend. Well be ready to leave at first light!" Said an excited Hermione. " Good to know kiddo",said Mr Granger fistbumping his daughter, " Bed early tonight then."
Hermione checked her clock, 23.54, it read. She quickly slipped on a houserobe and some houseshoes. Quietly she left her bed. She crept across her room, being sure to avoid all of the squeaky floorboards then she opened her bedroom door as quiet as a mouse. She skirted across the landing and reached the attic hatch. She silently opened it and proceeded to climb the ladder. Suddenly her foot slipped on that stupid step again! Hermione froze. She heard someone stirring. She held her breath ,for what felt like a lifetime, until the snoring continued. She let out a sigh of relief vowing to be more careful from now on. When she reached the top of the ladder she was plunged into darkness. She blindly grasped the air hoping to find a light switch. Her frantic hands finally found it. She turned on the light with relief. Hermione went directly to the spot where she hid it. It was easy to find because the floorboard was very loose. She had almost tripped on it earlier. That was actually how she discovered it.
Hermione wiggled the floorboard our of place with ease and then proceeded to take the box then she covered up the gap once again. She quickly exited the attic with her arms wrapped protectively around the box. It was cold and quite heavy. She climbed down the ladder and hid all evidence of her second venture to the attic. Hermione darted to her bedroom and shut the door again. She turned on the light. She let out a gasp when she seen the box. It was beautiful. The box was made of marble and had a silver design on it. On the lid there was a silver crest encrusted with emeralds and what could possibly be diamonds. She recognised that crest from somewhere. Hermione realised that it was one of the 28 Families' crests. She dashed to her bookshelves and started searching the magical history section. She found what she was looking for, an old leather bound book. Hermione blew a layer of dust off of the ancient book and flicked through the book until she found the same crest that was on the box. She scanned the page and one word stood out to her... 'Malfoy' .
What? Hermione thought confused. Why would a box with the Malfoy family crest be in my attic? Suddenly it dawned on her, she was a Malfoy!
No she thought, there must be a mistake. Hermione Granger, muggleborn witch could not be a Malfoy. But she had to be! What other explanation was there, she emptied the box of its contents. She found a envelope addressed to Miss Rosalind Celeste Malfoy, a picture of a beautiful young woman with striking platinum hair and ice blue eyes, standing beside her was a younger version of a man she hoped to never see again, Lucius Malfoy, she shuddered, each of the adults held a beautiful babe in their arms, the woman held a silver bundle of joy and the man held baby swaddled in emerald green, she found a silver blanket made of the finest silk. She gasped as she realised it was the same one as in the picture. There was the Malfoy family crest and the initials R.C.M embroidered in that fine emerald green. Hermione realised that there was something in there she hadn't noticed earlier, a small jewellery box. She opened it and when she saw what was inside she gasped at the beauty inside it. There was a beautiful silver pendant intricately engraved with the Malfoy family crest. The contents of the box had to be worth a small fortune. She once again read the piece of paper she had read earlier, it was an adoption certificate. It read,
This is to certify that Hermione Jean Granger (formerly Rosalind Celeste Malfoy) has been adopted into the Granger family by Dr Peter Walter Granger and Dr Jean Amanda Granger nee Abbott on this day 6th of December 1980. Hermione was in shock. She had been lied to for 13 years of her life! So much for her so called family. With trembling hands she tried to open the letter. She finally managed to get the letter out. She fumbled unfolding it and took a gasp as she read it.
Dear Our Darling Daughter Rosalind,
If you are reading this letter then you can assume that the worst had happened, you have been sent away without our consent. We had been in hiding now for a number of months but feared that the worst would happen which is why we have written this. Do not be afraid of what will happen next. There has been a number of ancient charms placed on this, some of which are targeted at removing all glamour charms on you, others will even inform us of your location. We hope to you will accept your rightful place in the Malfoy family.
With Love,
Your parents
Hermione or Rosalind as she should be called now eventually drifted off into a restless sleep after pondering the revelations that had been made in the early hours of the morning.
Rosalind awoke in the morning feeling groggy, probably due to my lack of sleep she thought. She checked her alarm, 6.30 good, that gave her a half an hour before her camping trip to think of ways to confront her parents. She swung her feet out of bed and immediately noticed something was different. She was in a new body that she definitely wasn't used to. She looked at herself in the mirror and sure enough the glamour potion had worn off. She looked at the person staring back at her, this beauty surely could not be her. Hermione Granger has been an average girl, she could almost be called pretty if it hadn't been for her untameable bush of hair and front teeth like a beaver's. Rosalind Malfoy however was stunning. She had all the features of a wizarding aristocrat. Her skin was now unblemished ivory, her teeth had straitened and so had her hair which was now down to her ankles and a silvery platinum blonde colour, she had the trademark silver-grey eyes of a Malfoy but the high cheekbones and sharp facial structure of a Black. She would even go far to say she looked like a girl version of Draco Malfoy. In fact she looked as much like a Malfoy/Black as Ron did a Weasley. Rosalind chose her clothes for the day, something casual and comfortable, jeans and a t-shirt, she picked out a fleece just in case she got cold and proceeded to put her clothes on. However to her dismay and delight she found that her clothes no longer fitted her which meant that she had also grown taller. She finished getting ready when she heard her parents stir. Rosalind remembered she would have to confront them. She sat on her bed, wracking her brain trying to think of a solution when all of a sudden she was interrupted from her thoughts by the doorbell. She quickly headed downstairs wondering who on earth would be calling at seven o'clock in the morning. She grabbed the keys from the hook and unlocked and opened the door. To her immense surprise there were two robes witches and an extremely small wizard. "Hello Miss Malfoy, I'm he greeted. "May we come in?" Rosalind was puzzled as to how they knew her identity. Hastily she invited them in, curious to find out why the visitors were there.
