THE SILVER TRIO

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters, and the scenery and spells. Everything belongs to JK Rowling, except some characters you will not recognise, which are mine.

Thanks: I would especially like to thank Allison for helping me with the story, especially to fix it up, and for being my beta reader.

Summary: Hermione soon discovers that she is a Laurent, and she discovers different things about herself, which she would not have thought possible. Evil Hermione!

Chapter 1: The Discovery

Hermione yawned and stretched as she woke up. It was her seventeenth birthday, the day she would finally be considered 'of age,' and a smile played on her lips at the thought. She scrambled for her wand and her timetable. She had a free period that morning. Excellent! She raced downstairs and plopped herself next to Harry.

"Hi, Harry, Ron!" she said eagerly looking at them expectantly. Harry and Ron barely glanced at her with odd expressions on their face. "Are you going to ignore me on my birthday?" When they did not respond, she continued, "Did I do something wrong?"

Harry looked at her confusedly. "Who are you?" he asked.

"I am Hermione!" she protested.

Ron stood in front of her, his hands on his hips. "You're not Hermione. We know Hermione and you don't look anything like her, so bug off before I curse you!" he said threateningly.

Hermione gasped, tears now running down her cheeks, and fled up the stairs to the bathroom. How could they say that to her? Did they think this was some kind of a joke? If it was, it was a horrible one!

She walked to the closest mirror, not caring if there was anyone in there, and nearly feinted when she saw herself. The hair that was one brown and curly was now bright blonde, straight, and flowed lightly off of her shoulders. Her eyes had turned a light shade of blue and her nose now had a small lift to it. Realization hit her. Harry and Ron had been right! She didn't look anything like she usually did! Her face paled the longer she stared at her reflection. Finally, she was able to bring herself back to reality and left the bathroom in search for her two best friends.

She found Ron who turned to her with his eyes narrowed. "See, Hermione wouldn't cry," he pointed out.

Hermione turned to him and said snappily, "Ronald! Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean all girls do!"

Ron gaped at her in shock, "Hermione!...What happened to you?"

Harry looked at her tentatively and said, "Don't worry; we'll go to Dumbledore. He'll know what to do."

She nodded, unsure what was going on. "Let's go."

The three left through the portrait hole and began walking to Dumbledore's office.There was an awkward silence that was only broken by the sound of their feet on the stone floors. Harry and Ron both avoided looking at Hermione until they reached the large oak doors and knocked.

"Come in!" came Dumbledore's familiar voice.

They walked in, Harry and Ron still not looking at Hermione.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley and where is Miss Granger?"

"Right here, sir."

Dumbledore looked concerned. "Now, how did this happen?" he asked.

Hermione shrugged, "We don't know, sir. I woke up this morning and when I went down into the common room, Harry and Ron noticed I was different. Then we came to you…"

Dumbledore pulled out his wand and pointed it at her. He then muttered something incoherent and a silver bubble grew from the tip of his wand. With another flick of his wand, a string of silver light flowed from Dumbledore's wand and wrapped itself around Hermione giving her the feeling of being surrounded by a large, silver snake.

"Ah," he said still looking quite concerned. "May I have a lock of your hair?"

Hermione pulled some of her hair out and handed it to him.

Still examing the piece of hair, he waved his hand at them. "Thank you, Miss Granger. You are dismissed."

When reached the common room, Hermione hurried into to her dormitory where she sat on her bed, crying for hours. How did this happen? On her birthday too! Her birthday is ruined! Trying to keep her mind off of having to look this way when she went to classes, she decided to pull out some book she had just borrowed from the library. The book on the top of the stack read Wizarding Genealogy. Simple, dull, and repetitive. Maybe that would make her feel better.