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"Ahhhhhh!" Okay, Hermione. Calm down. Hermione rubbed her eyes and looked back into the mirror. In her refection she saw a girl with long, straight, black hair, and orange eyes. What the hell happened to me? Why am I like this? Hermione walked into the bathroom and over to the sink, turned it on, and splashed cold water on her face. She took a towel from the rack next to her sink and dried her face.

She walked downstairs, and saw her parents sitting on the couch talking calmly.

"Mum, Dad, look at me. There's something wrong with me." Both of her parents slowly turned their heads and looked at Hermione. "Oh my gosh, John, it's happened. But it's come early. It was supposed to come next week." She said slowly to Hermione's father. She looked over at Hermione. "Um, Hermione, sit down. We have something to tell you. It has to do with how you look."

Hermione walked over to the armchair across from where her parents were sitting, on the couch, and plopped down.

"You see, Hermione, during the Dark Ages, when the Dark Lord was in power, were among the most powerful and prestigious supporters of him." Hermione gasped. "We were among the wealthiest purebloods in Britain, much like the Malfoys, but we have a special type of blood. You see, long ago, when we were children, your father's family lived in the same city as mine. This city is named Glastorium. When the Dark Lord attacked our city, it was full of all three types of blood; muggleborns, half-bloods and, of course, purebloods. Your father's family and my family were among the three families with pureblood in Glastorium. Everyone knew the Death Eaters were coming because they were following a train of cities and Glastorium was next in this trail. Our parents, and the other family, the Zolmans, were Death Eaters.

"Our families were put to a task to find the Eternal Jewel of Erabad, which is a jewel that when cast on by a certain spell could form a spell for an immortality shield, that the Dark Lord wanted for himself. The problem was that when all of the members of all three of the families set off to find the stone, we were followed by a half-blood, Mortimus Blancheflame. Blancheflame watched us uncover the Eternal Jewel and our parents were about to cast the spell, together, Blancheflame cast a spell on the jewel, which he had invented himself, called the Intorbulus Charm, which prevents any spell from being cast on the target of the charm.

"The problem was that the spell was defective and produced a mirror-type shield, which bounced back any charm that was cast on the jewel. But at the time, we didn't know that a spell had been cast on the jewel. All six of the adults cast the spell on the jewel simultaneously, but it bounced back and hit all of us. We all flew back, passed out, and woke up the next morning with black hair, and many of us had orange eyes, but others of us had different colors. We all looked different now, because the spell had affected their blood, and this type of blood was even purer than pure blood. See, this blood was special because since it had bounced off the jewel, it contained some of the elements of the jewel. Anyone who was hit by the spell, now had some immortality in them. But also, this element added something into our blood that makes us special because of our eyes.

"See, when we were growing up we had been treated as a different class, higher than the purebloods because we have purer blood than they, because we have the elements from the Eternal Jewel. We are also very powerful witches and wizards because of this element. We can also read minds of people, and submit our thoughts in their minds, for example."

'Hi, dear.' 'Whoa, I can hear her.' 'Of course you can, my dear.'

"Well, about our eyes… our eyes change colors depending on our mood." Hermione's mother continued. "They can't be hidden though. Even by a concealment charm."

"I understand, mum, but why haven't I changed before? Why do I look so different now? And why did you say you were muggleborns when we are really even higher than Voldemort."

"Do not speak his name, darling. Anyway, it happened to me and your father as well when we were 16 and 11 months old. It's come a bit early for you, accounting that it's August 7th. I wonder why. You look different because the creator of the Jewel had dropped a single strand of his own hair while he was brewing the jewel, before freezing it into its rock-like state. The creator had long, sleek, black hair. The creator of the stone was Obdiculus B. Recardem. We went into hiding because the stone was destroyed when the spell was bounced off of it, and the Dark Lord was furious that we hadn't been able to complete his order."

"I see. Well, how am I supposed to explain this to other people? Everyone will notice that I look very different, but what do I explain? I don't want them to think I'm making it up. I know Harry, Ron and Ginny will believe me, but what about the others?"

"You don't have the power to tell anybody. You can't even tell Harry, Ron or Ginny, that's the catch. You can only tell one person, your soul mate."

"How am I supposed to know who my soul mate is?"

"The eyes of your soul mate will be the color of which your eyes can't turn."

"What colors can my eyes turn?"

"That is something you will have to learn yourself, my dear. It's different for all of us."

"What happened to the Zolmans? Did you ever hear from them?"

"Well, I thought I did once, when I was at Diagon Alley, I felt my mark begin to spin." Hermione looked confused. "Oh yes, I forgot to mention the mark. If you ever make contact with any of the Zolmans, you will have a certain mark on your left shoulder."

"What does the mark look like? Why do you get it? Do you have one?"

"The mark resembles a spiral. It will turn up when you are in close proximity to them. If you have made any contact with them, the spiral will start to spin."

"Okay. Wait, so what am I going to say to everyone about why I look different? Can I use a concealment charm?"

"It won't conceal anything, my dear. I just don't know what you will say. Make something up, sweetie. How about… you got a make…whatever those things are called."

"Makeover?"

"That's the one."

"But, Mum-"

The phone rang.

BRR-ING! BRR-ING!

"I'll get it." Hermione stood up and walked over to the phone set.

"Hello. Granger residence. Hermione speaking."

"Well, hello, Hermione. Nice to hear your voice. Peek-a-boo."

A glass fell from the edge of the counter and hit the ground.

Hermione's eyes turned purple.

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