-1Diclaimer:: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters. The only thing that's mine is Adoria and the plot. .
A girl sat waiting patiently behind a bar in a mid-class pub in the Italian wizarding world. It had to have been ages since the place had been used for business, but she had made it her duty to fix the place up and open this pub. The only regret that she has about opening this place is that in the two weeks that it's been open there had only been ten customers. Sighing, the girl rested her chin on the bar top and watched the only person in the pub, an elderly man that made this pub his new hangout place. Spotting her staring at him he stood from his table and made his way to sit at the bar.
"Give it time, Adoria. It's a new business, people are just skeptical about the place because of the odd name you gave the place." He chuckled as he watched the shadow cross her face. "I'm not saying that I don't like the name, dear. It's just…well, peculiar. The Italian wizarding world has never had a Brit like you open a crazy named business before." Adoria sighed as she turned her head to look at the sign the hung above the entrance to the place. She saw nothing wrong with the picture of the Evil Eye, saw nothing wrong with the name, La Pubblicazione Diabolica Dell'occhio which was The Evil Eye Pub in Italian. Adoria sighed and returned her gaze back to the man.
"You would think, Mr. Melano, that wizards of all people, would get over their silly little fears of a name. Considering what tragedy we all just pulled out of." Adoria rolled her eyes and busied herself with refilling Mr. Melano's mug. It had been four years since the final battle, where Harry Potter had killed Voldemort… "Maybe I should just close the place, I'm sure you'd be able to find a new place to hang out. I mean…it must be pretty boring sitting here talking to a bitter old Brit." A frown creased her beautiful features for a second before putting her cheery disposition back on. Melano chuckled.
"Dear, you just have to give the people time. Show them that the place isn't dark." He winked and finished off the mug of beer. "Make the place homier, they'll come sooner or later." Adoria smiled and waved goodbye. "I'll see you tomorrow, kid." She chuckled as she watched him leave.
Four years since the battle, six years since her former self had 'died'. Sure, everyone knew her as Adoria Peccatus now, but before her sixteenth birthday she was known as Hermione Granger. Her friends had been devastated when Hermione hadn't returned for her sixth year. They had all thought that she had been captured and tortured to death by Death Eaters. But that was hardly the case, she had been getting ready to go to a muggle friend's house when her parents asked her to sit down at the kitchen table. The only time they did this was when there was something important to discuss. Adoria shook her head in present time, why was she dwelling over those silly thoughts anyhow? She looked around the vacant pub and sighed, what would it hurt for her to start thinking about the past? It's not like anyone would be coming in. Shrugging her shoulders, Adoria switched the bewitched music player on and grabbed a rag to start cleaning the tables.
Jane and Alan Granger sat at the kitchen table waiting for their daughter to join them. The conversation hadn't even started and Jane was already shaking with silent sobs. They had kept this from Hermione for so long, they didn't know how she would react. As Hermione made her way down the steps with a cell phone attached to her ear, she looked at her parents curiously.
"Alright Lisi, I'll be over in an hour or so…Mhm, Mum and Dad want to talk to me about something…will do. Goodbye." Hermione smiled as she closed her cell and sat down next to her mother. "Lisi says hello." Instead of getting the usual, 'that's great honey, tell we said hello too', or 'why don't you kids come home after the theater so we can say hello to her too, and talk to her. You know we haven't seen her for ages', instead of that her ears were met with a very uncomfortable silence.
"Honey, we have something to tell you. And no matter how mad you get just know that we have always loved you and know that what we're about to tell had to be kept a secret for your safety." Her father rambled on until Hermione held her hand up.
"Dad, stop. You're really scaring me. What have you been keeping a secret?" Hermione's voice wavered slightly as she spoke and trying to contain her nerves her bottom lip found it's way to fit snuggly between her teeth. Her father wrapped a comforting arm around his wife and hung his head so he didn't have to see the hurt that would present itself in her beautiful brown eyes.
"You're adopted, your mother and father had heard that Jane and myself couldn't have kids, and what a perfect match for them. They had just had a beautiful baby girl that they couldn't keep, saying something about their Lord would kill you because of your power. They explained to us, that when you turned eleven you would be going to school for witches and wizards, and that to keep this part of your life a secret until your sixteenth birthday." He swallowed and took a glance up at his daughter of sixteen years, what he found was hardly what he expected. She was sitting calmly and listening to him intently. "You're a pureblood witch named, Adoria Peccatus. You're parents placed a charm on you so that you looked like us, but the charm would wear off on your sixteenth birthday…which would be tomorrow, as I'm sure you know." A small smile crept onto his face. "Your mother, Alixandria, left something for you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box, sliding it over to Hermione he spoke again. "Alix said that once you put that necklace on the spell will be broken, your true appearance will show, Hermione Granger will be long gone and Adoria Peccatus will take the place." Once again his eyes fell to the table. "Dumbledore knows about this, he has arranged for you to become Adoria, to be resorted, and then proceed to tell everyone that Hermione is gone." A moment of silence presented itself and the only sound that could be heard was the gentle sound of a metal chain brushing against velvet. Hermione sighed and opened the box and gasped, inside was a silver chain and hanging from the chain was an eye, something that she had seen before. In the center of the eye a bright purple amethyst sparkled, and at every point on the eye was a tiny diamond. Licking her dry lips, she looked up at the people that she believe to this day were her parents.
"I…I understand why you kept this from me." Her voice was weak, but what would you expect for all of the information that she just took in. "I think, I think I'm going to go lie down." Jane and Alan nodded as their daughter walked numbly up the steps to her room. Once in her room, Hermione looked at the necklace again. It was fabulous, something that would always keep her attention. While she was in deep thought she missed the tawny owl drop a letter on her bed then fly back out through the open window. Laying back on her bed, she closed her eyes and instantly fell asleep. With the only thought in her head being, 'I'm not a muggleborn…'.
Waking up the next day to the bright sun that shone through her sheer curtains, Hermione smiled. Of course, last night's events had caused a couple of tears to fall, but today she was to become something that she had been hoping for since she went to Hogwarts and Draco Malfoy had called her that foul name. Smiling, she jumped out of bed and bounded down the steps to find her parents, carrying the necklace in her hand. Finding them at the kitchen table, both drinking coffee, Hermione grinned. "Do you want to see the transformation?" Her parents nodded and walked to the mirror in the hallway. Grinning from ear to ear, she clasped the necklace behind her neck and said goodbye to Hermione. Right before their eyes, Hermione's bushy brown hair turned to straight, long(past her elbows), black with bright purple streaks. She grew about two inches, her curves filling out nicely. But the change that shocked them all were her eyes, changing from the warm honey brown to the bright purple that match the stone in the necklace perfectly. Hermione was long gone, and all that was left was the extravagantly beautiful Adoria.
Suddenly a cough sounded from behind Adoria causing her to jump slightly before spinning around to see someone that she thought she would never see again.
A/N:: Eep, don't hurt me. It's a cliffy…but don't you just love 'em? Heh, review please?