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The Experiment

Chapter 1:

Hermione was just starting her sixth year with her friends. She planned on doing everything different this year. After all, she was going to be the only 17-year-old sixth year. Although she never really liked being a Gryffindor the last few months she had been felling different. For that matter, she just did not know what she liked any more… She was uncertain whether she should have told her mother and father about everything that had been going on recently. She did not know why she was even around Harry and Ron, well, mostly Ron… The only reason she could think of was because it would be expected of her. One of the things that changed was that she was more into Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts than ever before. Would it help if she told them she did not know any more? On the brighter side of things, she was able to see and hear things more in depth. She did not know if there was anything wrong, so why should she even bother?

After the first few days of school, she was more at odds with Ron considering he did not even listen to reason, though she never said anything about it or even show it. To think that she had to deal with them every day and pretend to still like them was torment. She did notice that she wanted to be around the Slytherins more than anyone else was which was very disturbing. She did not know why these things were going on but every time she was with Harry and Ron or just one of them, and the Slytherins were around she just wanted to join the Slytherins and leave them, well again mostly Ron. She did not understand why this was happening, but she would find out one way or another.

Early that next morning Hermione got a letter before 5 am, she did not want to cause a problem with her friends so she told them about the letter.

"Did you open it?" Harry asked.

"No, do you think I'm stupid? I haven't opened the letter; I left it in my room." Hermione answered.

"Then forget about it. You don't need any unnecessary problems right now anyway." Ron said.

"Then how will I know what is in the letter?" Hermione asked.

"It could have been sent by one of the Slytherins. It could be a prank." Ron replied.

"Yeah, you should just burn it latter." Harry added.

"Fine I'll deal with it latter then… let's just go now." Hermione answered.

Hermione and her friends thought nothing of the letter after that. They just went on with their day as always. However, at noon, Hermione received a package and the letter was with it.

"Hermione, what is going on?" Ron demanded.

"I don't know but that's the letter I got this morning ," Hermione replied.

"How did it get out of your room?" Harry asked.

"I do not know… maybe I should just read it and get this over with, besides I want to know what is in the package," Hermione answered.

Before Hermione could open the letter, one of the Slytherins grabbed it and began to read it aloud.

Hermione,

I know that you have been going through changes that are not normal. Well you need to know the truth… the truth is that I am not your real mother and my husband is not your real father, we are your aunt and uncle. Your real mother is my elder sister Daisy Leeanna Cantoratal. At school she was seen as the Mudblood Slytherin and at home they called her The Experiment. So what was worse school or home? I would say home was… there is a reason why they Daisy called The Experiment. That is how our parents treated her. They used her as a genie-pig when she was not at school. Therefore, I guess you can say that when your mother was at school she felt she could be more herself than at home, even though they treated her poorly. As to your real father, we do not know. Your father could be Muggle or Magical. The only reason you would have received this letter is if you are becoming what your mother is. We all hoped that you would not undergo what she did, but with her mutation into whatever she now is, there had been a 50% chance that you would take after your father and not mutate. You are going to receive a package from your mother that she had when she was in school.

Love,

Aunt Emma.

PS- Your name is not Hermione Jane Granger, it is Darcona Lerona Cantoratal. As we do not know who your father is you were given your mothers last name. There is another thing on your 17th birthday all of the spells that your mother put on you will drop. Your mother said that the complete mutation would happen three days after school ends when you are 17, should it ever happen, seeing as that is when your mother mutated. You were born two days after her 20th birthday, Her only friend that I know of was Buttercup. She was there the night that you were born. I never knew Buttercup's real name, however your mother did. They had met while they were at school.

Hermione was frozen in shock much like the rest of the school. She did not understand why they had kept this from her, but she would find out no matter what now that she knew. Looking at the package that her real mother sent to her, she started to open it. What she found was a book. There was also a note with the book that addressed to her that said:

Darcona,

Only you will be able to open and read my Diary. I hope you will be able to understand why I was not able to raise you myself.

With love your mother, Daisy

She did not know what to say at that point, but all she could do was stare at the picture of three women on the front of her mother's Diary. One of them she recognized as her aunt, but she had no idea who the other two were.

One of them was her mother and the other was her mother's friend. They looked like a pair of Goths, though the clothing they wore was nothing alike. The female in the middle was wearing a solid black strapless Corset, black bracers, tight black pants, and combat boots. Completing the sisters' appearance was long white hair, pale white skin, and emerald green eyes. The woman off to the right of her had long blood-red hair, somewhat peachy tan skin, and emerald green eyes. She was wore a black mini skirt with three silver buckles on the right side that held the split together but revealed red lace in between the sides. She also wore a black and red corset, red and black bracers, and had on black six inch go-go boots. They both had black callers with silver spikes. However, the one in the middle held the end of a leash, attached to the other collars. Her aunt look very plain compared to the other two in the picture.

The only question was which one was her mother?

As Hermione looked at her real mother's diary, she did not know what to do: Read it or do nothing... She did want to know what her mother went through, no matter what it might be.

"Are you going to read the dairy to us?" Ron asked.

"I don't think..." she started to say when she saw the looks everyone was giving her. She knew that they all wanted to know what was in the book. "Alright I will read it"

September 1st, 1972

You know it is bad that my younger sister is the one that helped me learn to read, write, and speak… our parents did nothing for me! All they thought I was good for was to use to test their latest experiments on… they never did it to Emma. Only me. After the first few years, they stopped calling me by my name and just started calling me The Experiment. That was when everything changed… I do not remember much from my younger years. There are a few times that I could remember… one was when my mother made me drink something and within a few minutes the only thing I could do was scream. My blood felt like fire and all I felt after a few more minutes passed was extreme pain all over my body. The other time was when my father had made me drink something… that was the time, I suddenly felt like I was freezing, from the inside out… I could barley breathe. All the other times I just do not want to even, think about it, all of the experiments they gave me over the years, the pain and suffering just got worse… my life has been nothing but pain and agony for so long. I do not know what I am going to do here at school… considering that today was my first day at Hogwarts… I was Sorted into Slytherin House… Most of the students that are in Slytherin were not all that happy about it. They all started to call me the Mudblood Slytherin, whatever the hell that is supposed to mean… I just do not fucking care. At least I'm not called the Experiment as I am at home. I can still feel my insides burning and the constant pain from all of the shit my parents made me take… I do not know if it will ever stop…

Why do they only see me as an experiment?

What did I ever do to deserve this?

Will it ever stop?

Maybe one day it will… until then all I can do is endure it all. I know that if I tried to tell someone what is happening, I would just be called a liar… I mean who would believe me anyway? As everyone says, I am nothing but a nobody. Why should I even bother saying anything at all? One thing that I can say is that my mind is just like a vault, the only way for someone to get anything from it would be if I gave the information to them, or if I let them into my mind.

Hermione's jaw dropped and she lost all color from her face. How could her grandparents treat her mother that way? Why had they done it at all… and who was Buttercup? The only way she would find out is if she read more.

December 17th, 1972

Not too long ago I met Lily Evens or as I have come to call her Buttercup. We had some of the same classes together, but we do not speak to one another in class. We never even looked at one another until the day we were paired up together for a class assignment. After that, we became friends… But, we have had to keep our friendship a secret and more than likely always will considering that if the other students ever found out, we might never hear the end of their bitching. Soon I will have to return home over the holidays. I do not know what will happen…. I will see if Buttercup will let me go over to her house instead of going home. I hope I can, but I may not be able to anyhow… More than likely my parents will be at the station wanting for me. I do not know what will happen if they are, but I hope they are not there.

Hermione's could not believe this… her real mother and Harry's mother were secret friends.

"What the hell… how can that be?" Harry asked.

"I do not know Harry. Do you want me to read more?" Hermione asked. At the sudden silence in the Great Hall, she knew the answer.

January 3rd, 1973

The holiday break was as I feared. My parents were waiting for me at the station… my body is still acing from everything they did. Some of it was physical and the rest was the usual. Buttercup did everything she could to get me out of the house but my parents would always say no. I was trapped in a living hell, until it was time for me to return to school. I guess I should be used to all of this by now… but how can I? I did not expect them to make so many things while I was at school, so when I came home they could stuff all of them down my throat. I guess I just underestimated them; that is something I will never do again as long as I live. Some of the side effects caused a massive rash on my back… some of the other female students in my dorm saw it. I do not know if I am glad or disappointed that they did not even say something about it. I do not know if they ever told anyone about it or not. More than likely not… After all who would want to help the Mudblood Slytherin. Yes, I now do know what it means… but as I said before I just do not fucking care… Why should I, when all my life I have been nothing but a nobody? Yes, that is harsh and if Buttercup ever read this, I would never hear the end of it. We were able to spend some time together the day before we went to the station to come back here. She wanted to introduce me to one of her friends that lived in the same neighborhood as us… but I did not think it was a good idea. Well who ever that was no offense, I just am not ready to make more friends than what I have right now. Buttercup lives three houses up the street from my family's home. Whoever it is that she wanted me to meat I have no clue. I hope she is not very mad that it did not happen; I mean I just do not like to see her stressed out over me. She has been doing that a lot lately… I mean know offense intended but she is becoming a real nag over many things.

What could be said about that? Hermione did not have a clue. How could she have been friends and yet talk bad about her friend at the same time… she could not fathom that.

Author's Note: Thanks to Leiria for betaing for me.