Chapter 1. The meltdown

Hermione woke like she did everyday, her alarm clock blaring a song she had charmed it to sing instead of beeping annoyingly. She flicked her wand lazily towards it to turn it back to the radio station she listened to when she got ready. However today ended up not being an ordinary day because when she sat down in front of her vanity she almost screamed, instead she ended up falling backwards with a loud 'BANG'. The door burst open moments after to her mother panting and almost yelling, "What happened? Are you okay? Oh my." Mrs. Granger's eyes filled with tears as she stared down at her daughter. Hermione sat up and rubbed her head where it connected with the granite floor of her bubblegum pink room.

"Is there something you seem to have forgotten to tell me in the last 17 years of my life?" she questioned as she stared down her mother intently. Her mother fidgetted slightly under the intence stare from her usually sweet child.

"Well first of happy 17th my little girl!" Mrs. Granger smiled as Hermione urged her to go on with what she was saying, "and secondly, I'm not your biological mother. Hermione you're adopted." For the second time that day Hermione's head made swift and painful contact with the floor.

Seeing that her daughter had fainted Jean Granger picked her off the floor, wincing at how her now pale skin illuminated many dark bruises across her fragile body. Many times she had told her husband that Hermione's talent was a gift and did not in anyway change the small girl they had raised. Each time she told him that however she would end up being chastised about the fact that the now had no control of what powers their daughter possessed. She however could not divorce her husband because her parents had learned that she did not protect their adopted grandchild from the pain Mrs. Granger's husband put her through.

She was snapped out of her thoughts however when her husband showed up red in rage. He threw a balled up paper at her and started yelling. "What the he'll is this crap?! Hermione is our daughter and not some damn 'pureblood' family's child!" He turned to look at Hermione and became even more enraged. Her normal bushy brown hair had turned into a long sheet of pale blonde and her skin that was usually tan had turned almost ghostly pale. He turned to his wife, his eyes in slits, and growled almost inaduable spoke, "Read it." Mrs. Granger automatically uncrumpled the letter that had been thrown at her.

Dear Grangers,

It has come to the Ministry's attention that a glamour charm has been removed in your home. We were not aware one was in use and upon looking farther into this encounter we have informed the biological parents of Miss Hermione Jean Granger, and they have aggreed to come collect the child as she had been taken from them 17 years ago. They will arrive post haste and it is the child's choice as to if she wishes to stay with you or to move in with her biological parents, Mr and Mrs Malfoy.

Many happy wishes,

Minister of Magic

Mrs. Granger had just finished reading as Hermione began to stir. Before she could do anything though Hermione was lifted from her bed by Mr. Granger and thrown her against the wall. Mrs. Granger heard a sickening crunch as Hermione connected to the wall. After composing herself Hermione stood up are glared at her father. Her now ice blue eyes seemed to bore into him and he stepped back.

Suddenly there was a loud 'POP' and three people resembling the new Hermione appeared before them in the middle of the room.

The older man with shoulder length blonde hair turned to Mrs. Granger and spoke, "Hello I am Lucius Malfoy, this is my wife and son. I received intelligence that my daughter Libellule was adopted by your family from a muggle orphanage in London. Is this true?" Before Mrs. Granger could answer Narcissa screamed. Lucius turned immediately with his wand drawn but it lowered even faster when he saw why his wife had screamed. Hermione stood before them, she stood at 5'8 with a model's body, she had perfect pale blonde hair that seemed to cascade down her back. Her legs were long and seemed to go on forever in her now too short pajama shorts. Her ice blue eyes had the same intence stare that Lucius himself was proud of because they were identical to his own. "Libellule." was all Lucius could bring himself to say as he stared at his lost daughter. Narcissa however was beside herself with happiness, "Libellule! My beautiful dragonfly! I can't believe we finally found you!" and with that she wrapped her arms around the shocked child.

Hermione stood there dumbfounded as a woman she hardly knew cried happily into her shoulder. Finally she found her voice she spoke, "What in the bloody he'll is going on? I wake up and find that I look entirely different, my mother tells me I'm adopted, Greg freaks out about my new appearance, and then the Malfoy family shows up and calls me Libellule. Someone better start explaining things to me." She glanced around her room at the looks on everybody's faces when her gaze lands on her adoptive father.

His face was red in anger as he stalked towards the young girl. Before anyone knew what was going on, in one swift, practiced move his fist connected with her left eye, which blackened immediately. "How dare you speak that foul language in my house you filthy whore!" He stood over the small girl who's head was still held high when suddenly he was thrown against the wall.

Draco's wand was drawn at the man cowering beneath him. "Never strike a woman, especially my sister! She is stronger than you could ever imagine being." His voice was dangerously low and he shook with anger. Narcissa put her hand on his shoulder and led him away from the terrified man crouching near the wall.

"Now Draco allow Libellule to explain before you attempt to kill the only father that she grew up with." Her voice was very sweet but stung with authority as she spoke.

Hermione was very confused at the scene that had just unfurled before her. Malfoy had just stood up for her, called her is sister with only venom in his voice and Narcissa had calmed him instantly with just a slight touch. When Hermione spoke, the only words she could manage was, "He is no father of mine." Before she turned and disappeared out the door.