HOW HERMIONE LOOKS IN MY STORY AFTER SHE CHANGES:
Hair: Hip length, caramel, wavy, golden highlights
Skin: golden/tanned
Eyes: deep blue with flecks of silver
Height: 5 foot 10 inches
Body/Face: DD breasts, pixie ears, full red lips, arching brows, button nose
Hermione whistled happily as she sat in front of her mirror maybe she may not have been the most beautiful girl in the world but she was happy with the way she looked.
'Ah but you want to be like them, sooo very pretty, just let me have control, I won't be tooo bad' a little dark whisper started at the back of her mind but she pushed it away, it was her dark side, she wanted so very badly to get loose.
Hermione had been containing her since birth and the only time she managed to get loose was when she was very stressed or very emotional, it had only happened once but she had almost killed her parents and she could never trust it to take over again.
Hermione heard cries of distress from downstairs and rushed down, accidently leaving her wand on the table by her bed. She ran into the living room and saw robed figures holding her parents under the cruciate curse. Quickly before they could see her she ducked under the table and hid. "Where is the mudblood," one of them hissed and Hermione cringed.
She started to shake as for hours on end the death eaters tortured her mother and father for information on her. She cried silently when 2 flashes of green light filled the room, leaving her parents lying in the middle of the room, their eyes wide and glassy.
The death eaters apparated out and Hermione crawled out from under the table and over to her parents body's, sobbing against them. Minutes later the order appeared and took her from their arms, telling her it would be alright. None of them noticed the slight shift in the girl's eyes. Hermia was back.
She awoke a day later in the heads room at Hogwarts, she vaguely remembered that today was the first day of Hogwarts and that she was head girl. She giggled slightly, an evil sound that echoed around the room. "Come to me my pretties, Hermione's gone and Hermia's here to play." She cackled and walked over to the mirror, "Very nice I see I am much more beautiful in this form. Why Hermione couldn't you have given over sooner, let's go have some fun shall we," she cackled and went to her closet, looking for something to wear.
Moments later she was fitted in baggy black sweatpants pushed into black Goth boots, a black tank top with black fingerless gloves and her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She made her way out of the common room and down to the Great Hall; she could hear the sounds of the Hogwarts students echoing back to her. "New playmates," she hissed, straightening up. She marched up to the entrance and threw open the doors, alerting everyone to her presence.
She heard whispers of Hermione and smirked, gliding up to the front table. "Not quite, my prettys you see Hermione had to go on a little trip but I'll play with you, she and I are the same after all, I hope she won't mind if I keep control for a little while," she announced, quieting the hall. They stared at her shocked and she smirked harder, "Be nice now I have known you all for years, but you've never known me, my name is Hermia and I am Hermione's dark side, nice to meet you," she hissed cackling madly.