Disclaimer: I do not own any of JK Rowling's world and works, though I wish
I did ;)
A/N: I have this plot stuck in my head, I have only a vague idea of where this story is going. Please review and tell me what you think!
Hermione looked at her reflection in the ornate mirror Ron had given her for an engagement present and sighed. Her petite form was girlish still, her curling masses of hair glossy. Her nut-brown eyes sparkled with laughter even when she was worried, as now, but she was not the same person. Hermione Granger was no more, Harmony Ginkis remained.
Ginny lazily scratched her neck as she began to meditate. Her flaming red hair was tied up in a braid wound around her head, giving her a flower-like look. Her gray-green eyes regained their dreamy look as tense muscles relaxed. Her mind wandered until it found a time when a tall quidditch star with green eyes and rumpled hair waiting for her. Ginny blinked back tears, that time was gone. Ginny Weasley of that year had vanished forever. Grace Winters lived instead.
A girl, half past fourteen, with a long curling mane of black hair and dark blue eyes, felt a small tickle at the back of her mind, like a sneeze. Idly she slapped at mosquitoes and tried to concentrate on her book. Suddenly the girl felt her whole head itch inside - inside? Must be a rash or something, she thought, and walked into the bathroom to get calamine lotion. She carefully opened the mirror cabinet and selected her bottle. She shut the door and screamed.
Ginny and Hermione both heard the scream and ran downstairs as quickly as possible. What they saw made their hearts stop. There was their beloved girl, her eyes tortured and frightened. Her hair was bright orange and tied the same way as Ginny's. Hermione sighed for the second time in four minutes. "Gin, we have to tell her now. Look at her, she's like -" Ginny finished her sentence. "-Tonks."
"A metamorphmagus" Breathed Hermione softly. Ginny and Hermione traded looks. "Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?!" Demanded the girl on the floor, where she had been clutching her head in panic. "Kylie, we have to talk." Said Ginny firmly. Hermione nodded and went up to the attic where Kylie was forbidden to go. "Come on darling" said Ginny, steering the sobbing girl up four flights of stairs.
Kylie looked around with wide eyes as she strained to see into the corners of this forbidden place. The walls and sloping ceiling were painted a just yellow cream, the cozy chairs and sofa brightly assorted hues. It looked something like a normal attic, because four trunks stood in the exact center. Stamped across the wood in peeling gold letters were: Virginia Patricia Weasley, Harry Sirius Potter, Hermione Ann Granger, and Ronald Arthur Weasley. Kylie curiously read the names. Hermione was sitting on her trunk. Ginny went and sat on hers.
"Auntie Harmony, Mum, what are you doing?" Kylie asked. "Sit down, Kylie." She sank into a mauve beanbag. "We have had to-" Ginny broke off. "You tell her." She said to Hermione. "Kylie, please let me finish before you interrupt." She mumbled under her breath "And then no doubt you'll say plenty."
A/N: I have this plot stuck in my head, I have only a vague idea of where this story is going. Please review and tell me what you think!
Hermione looked at her reflection in the ornate mirror Ron had given her for an engagement present and sighed. Her petite form was girlish still, her curling masses of hair glossy. Her nut-brown eyes sparkled with laughter even when she was worried, as now, but she was not the same person. Hermione Granger was no more, Harmony Ginkis remained.
Ginny lazily scratched her neck as she began to meditate. Her flaming red hair was tied up in a braid wound around her head, giving her a flower-like look. Her gray-green eyes regained their dreamy look as tense muscles relaxed. Her mind wandered until it found a time when a tall quidditch star with green eyes and rumpled hair waiting for her. Ginny blinked back tears, that time was gone. Ginny Weasley of that year had vanished forever. Grace Winters lived instead.
A girl, half past fourteen, with a long curling mane of black hair and dark blue eyes, felt a small tickle at the back of her mind, like a sneeze. Idly she slapped at mosquitoes and tried to concentrate on her book. Suddenly the girl felt her whole head itch inside - inside? Must be a rash or something, she thought, and walked into the bathroom to get calamine lotion. She carefully opened the mirror cabinet and selected her bottle. She shut the door and screamed.
Ginny and Hermione both heard the scream and ran downstairs as quickly as possible. What they saw made their hearts stop. There was their beloved girl, her eyes tortured and frightened. Her hair was bright orange and tied the same way as Ginny's. Hermione sighed for the second time in four minutes. "Gin, we have to tell her now. Look at her, she's like -" Ginny finished her sentence. "-Tonks."
"A metamorphmagus" Breathed Hermione softly. Ginny and Hermione traded looks. "Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?!" Demanded the girl on the floor, where she had been clutching her head in panic. "Kylie, we have to talk." Said Ginny firmly. Hermione nodded and went up to the attic where Kylie was forbidden to go. "Come on darling" said Ginny, steering the sobbing girl up four flights of stairs.
Kylie looked around with wide eyes as she strained to see into the corners of this forbidden place. The walls and sloping ceiling were painted a just yellow cream, the cozy chairs and sofa brightly assorted hues. It looked something like a normal attic, because four trunks stood in the exact center. Stamped across the wood in peeling gold letters were: Virginia Patricia Weasley, Harry Sirius Potter, Hermione Ann Granger, and Ronald Arthur Weasley. Kylie curiously read the names. Hermione was sitting on her trunk. Ginny went and sat on hers.
"Auntie Harmony, Mum, what are you doing?" Kylie asked. "Sit down, Kylie." She sank into a mauve beanbag. "We have had to-" Ginny broke off. "You tell her." She said to Hermione. "Kylie, please let me finish before you interrupt." She mumbled under her breath "And then no doubt you'll say plenty."
