"Tell me what!?!" she cried in obvious distress.

"You're the grand-daughter of Voldemort. He is your mother's father. That's how we found out how this had happened." Hermione was in some sort of shock. "Oh dear god. And you were planning on telling me this when?" she said venomously.

"When you recieved your second letter for Hogwarts, but this changed everything. There are two more things." Hermione's mother said quickly because when her daughter got mad it wasn't pretty. I wonder where she got that from, she thought sarcastically.

"Okay. Bring it on." Hermione got out of her bed and stood in front of her parents with her arms crossed, staring them down.

"Well, I dunno if you're gonna like this but here it goes," her father said. "Glamorious exchandia." A green glow surrounded Hermione and all of a sudden her frizzy, brown hair fell in a sleek wave of naturally soft, mink-colored curls with vibrant red and blonde streaks scattered throughout. Her pajamas became a long-sleeved white oxford with a black and red t-shirt over it stating, "Obviously I'm not impressed." She had on a denim mini with a chain and traditional black converse high tops. Her cleavage, that used to be not-so-impressive, became even more pronounced making the shirt ride up higher and showing a little bit of her stomach, showcasing her belly-button ring in the shape of a green and black skull. Hermione's eyes became a shocking green and they were outlined in black eyeliner and smoky grey eyeshadow was added as a filler. Her lips were softer and fuller, covered in a lightly tinted pink lip gloss.

"Damn. So this is how grandpa thinks I should look everyday? I might sound conceited but I look smokin' hot. Quick question? Why do I want to be called Alexia?"

"Sweetie, that's because it's your name your grandfather picked out. Alexia Sloan Riddle. I hate that name!" her mother excalimed.

"I like it-. Wait. What's that on my arm?" Hermione looked down at her arm and saw a snake and a skull. The Dark Mark! she thought. "Oh. That's if you need to talk to your grandfather he will feel it and if he presses his you will be transported to wherever he is."

Hermione's father was trying to gather his nerves to give Alexia the last piece of news. "Mio- Alexia, one last thing. He thought that since you already got hurt once that you should spend the rest of the summer with him. Before you protest-"

"I'll be fine guys," Hermione stated, exasperated. "So where is this place I'll be staying?"

"Uhmm. That's the thing. Your grandfather is staying at Malfoy Manor."

Hermione continued to think while they told her and started to talk as her mother told her. "I'm totally fine with all of-. WHAT?!?!?! Rewind and freeze!"