AN: This is my reworking of my original story, this was not taken from another author. I hope you enjoy this one!
I stepped off the Hogwarts train to platform 9 3/4, a flood of parents and siblings crowding towards the doors, except my father. He stood against the wall next to Hermione's parents, shifting nervously which was highly unusual for him. His shock of blond hair was easy to spot in the crowd. I grabbed my one trunk from the bottom of the train before heading over to him. I sat my old, battered trunk on the ground and wrapped him in a hug. It was great to see that he was ok after the war, I had known he was alive but that was it. There did not seem to be a mark on him, which was a huge relief to me. "Hullo Daddy." I greeted as I pulled away and he grabbed my luggage from the ground, a hint of sadness sparking through his stormy blue eyes. "What is it?" I questioned, peering into his face and he turned away, scanning the crowd.
"We should wait for Hermione." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, I mean Hermione was a friend but I did not understand why we would wait for her when her parents were standing right next to us. So I leant against the stone wall, setting my trunk down once again, watching my classmates file off the train. Some happy to see their families, some depressed and on the edge of tears knowing they were all that was left of their family or had lost loved ones.
Hermione bounded through the crowd, her hair bouncing around her shoulders, throwing her arms around her parents and greeting them happily. She had restored their memories after the end of the war and got on good terms with them once again. Her parents then turned to us, Hermione looked as confused as I was, it seemed we were both left clueless. "I believe this requires a more private setting, there is a park across the street." Dr. Granger interjected, he was clearly in on this two; my father nodded his head in agreement. I glanced over to Hermione and she shrugged her shoulders before following our parents through the magical barrier.
We pushed through the thick muggle crowds at the station to outside, crossing the busy street to a small shaded park. It had one picnic table hidden by a grove of trees and all of us cramped on to it, separating by families. "We have something to tell the both of you." My father started calmly, pausing for a second as if trying to work up courage. "You are actually sisters." I stared at my father in disbelief then at Hermione, her eyes were practically popping out of her head. Well that was a bit of a shock; I had spent my life as an only child, only to find out that was not the truth. Hermione was my sister, my sister. It seemed impossible, unrealistic.
"That's not it either," Mrs. Granger interrupted our shock and I braced myself. "None of us are your parents, you were born into the wealthiest, French, pureblood, wizarding line, the Reynolds. They moved here when you were both infants in hopes you would attend Hogwarts later. When the war started though Voldemort called to them, no one knew of your existence so they hid you. They refused to join the dark so Voldemort murdered them and you were left with us. Your parents gave us specific instructions for when one of you turned eighteen and when the war was over that you were to be told your true identities." She explained further and I could not process it all. Not only was Hermione my sister, we were French and wealthy, but that our actual parents were dead. I could not make a sound for several moments as I desperately tried to grasp what they were telling us. My father, was not actually my father, but then why did I look so much like my mother? Barely any of this was making sense to me.
"I understand that you are shocked, but your presence is expected at the family manor." Dr. Granger exclaimed, rising to his feet along with his wife and my father. Hermione's mouth closed as she stood up and I played along. The Granger's loaded themselves into a sleek black BMW while my father hailed a taxi, standing on the side of the road. One finally pulled over and we climbed into the backseat, my dad gave him a foreign address and the taxi sped off.
After a twenty minute ride into the forest the taxi turned down a paved driveway, enclosed by tall oaks on either side. After about a quarter of a mile the trees opened up revealing a massive three storied manor. It was made of a light rugged stone brick with some dark mahogany accents, about a dozen windows facing outwards. There was a covered porch on the right, the slightly angled roof held up by a series of columns. The smaller left side jutted forward past the porch with bay windows on the front. There was a smaller one story building off to the right, a series of garage doors ran along them. The Granger's BMW was parked in front of the garage door but the taxi pulled up to the manor through the circle drive.
I climbed out as my father handed the driver some muggle money, my shoes touching the new pavement. The house was amazing and nothing like what I have ever had before, it was hard to believe it was my family's. I waited for my dad before climbing the porch steps and through the wooden double doors into a towering foyer. It was all three stories, an elegant and unique crystal chandelier hanging down from the top. Hermione and her family stood by the grand staircase, talking to the three house elves that were present. The walls were a light green with white and tan marble floors, old fashioned paintings decorated the walls, the paintings alive and staring as I entered. Surprisingly, I was quite accustomed to the sight of exposing their prominent wealth, it was typical of the rich purebloods. I quickly promised myself I would never become a stuck up lady, or like the Malfoy's. "Mr. Lovegood if you will change them back to their original appearances." Dr. Granger spoke up, turning to us as we entered, our footsteps echoing on the pristine marble.
"Of course." Father answered drawing his wand first turning to Hermione, approaching her. He waved his wand, say nothing, and the magic crumbled around her. She grew a few inches, her hair turning a sleek silvery blonde. Her face thinned out, her lips filling out slightly and her cheekbones raising. Her eyes enlarged slightly, her lashes becoming more prominent. Her irises turned a deep blue with a definite tint of purple. She gained a mature curvature, her breasts filling out a little more. She was absolutely stunning.
Father then turned to me and did the same thing, the magic around me disappearing. We both rushed to a mirror hanging on the wall, trying to see what we now looked like. My hair had filled out with volume, creating tight waves in a straggly, voluptuous mess; it had a certain exotic feel to it. It was a light brown at the roots and underneath but quickly turned a bright yellow stained blonde. My eyes also had a dramatic look, turning a cat like bright green with deeper tints mixed in. My face thinned out and lips filled out, mirroring Hermione's. My breasts filled out even larger than Hermione's a sudden weight now bearing down on my chest. I must've grown a few inches for we were about the same height now, an appearance of lithe strikingly.
I placed a hand on my cheek, shocked as to what stared back at me, it was a complete change from what I was used to. This would take a long time to get used to, I was practically a whole other person. I turned back to my father after I had memorized my new appearance, for I doubted Luna was my real name. "We had to change your names to keep your identities a secret, just in case. Luna, your birth name is Rosalie Anne Reynolds. Hermione, yours is Lauren Alisa Reynolds." Mrs. Granger exclaimed, confirming my suspicion, as everyone studied our new looks. It must be hard on our parents too, for they had raised us as their own for almost all of our lives. They had known the whole time though, and we had just found out not even an hour ago.
"I don't understand why you are telling us now." Hermione, Lauren, asked her parents before I could, but I was thankful. It was hard to think of her as my sister, but she also seemed like a different person as well.
"Because you are eighteen, you can claim the family inheritance and your life won't be threatened by the war even more." Dr. Granger inputted and I guess it made some sense, more than anything else really. "Speaking of which, you should go to Gringott's as soon as you can so that you own this house and no one can contest that." He advised as he walked towards the door, were they really leaving us already? "We should go so you two can get accustomed, and if you ever need any of us we will always be there for you no matter what." He hugged his daughter tightly and my father did likewise before leaving us in the house with the elves. This was all too sudden for me, too much to try and adjust to, I was a new person to everyone else.
"Masters we bring you clothes before you go to the bank." The house elves cried as they struggled to bring in two new outfits since we were still in our Hogwarts robes.
"Do we dare tell anyone who we truly are?" I questioned Her- Lauren, and she thought it over for a minute, it was a rather big decision to make in such little time.
"I would deem it wise not to tell anyone who we are until we get used to being, well us." She decided and I nodded my headed, agreeing with her. The elves held two business formal dresses with high heels, it was absurd really. I did not say anything as I grabbed the grey skin tight dress and silver jewelry held out for me. One of the elves led me to a small bathroom and I changed. It was a three quarter sleeve stretch cotton back with a dropped back, reaching to my mid thighs. I put in the silver hoop earring and simple silver necklace with a symbol I did not understand hung like a charm on it. I headed back out to the foyer, an elf taking my clothes and another handing me my shoes. Mine were low, strappy black wedges that clasped around my ankle. They weren't as bad as I had initially thought, but it looked as if I was going for a date at a restaurant more than to a bank.
Hermione had also changed, she was dressed in a black miniskirt and silk white button down blouse that cut down a little low. She wore some small black pumps, black intricate flower studs in her ears. Her hair fell just over her shoulders in soft waves, giving her a well kept look compared to my mane of hair. "Ready?" She wondered as I took a few tentative steps in the heels.
"I guess so." I mumbled, grabbing her arm since she had passed her apparition test right after her birthday. She pulled out her wand and we vanished within a heartbeat, nothing left behind.
