Hey Guys.
I was listening to This Is What Rock N Roll Looks Like by Porcelain Black and got inspired for a story. This one is hopefully different than other Hermione is Voldermort's daughter stories you've read.
First things first, Dumbledore isn't the good guy in this story. It is going to be a love triangle between Harry/Hermione(Porcelain)/Blaise. And last things last, you'll find out more about Hermione(Porcelain) as the story goes on in the early chapters. Let me know what you think in reviews.
I own nothing except the plot line and the original charecters.
Chapter 1
I walked into my Father's cold stone castle that reminds me so much of a drafty medieval castle. I had just gotten home from my sixth year at Hogwarts and I was ready to get back to my life. There was no sign of my Sister Gemma or my Father anywhere. The heal of my shoes clicked on the stony floor of the castle to my wing of the manor. I pushed open the double doors. And walked down the halls draped in expensive tapestries. I walked down a serious of fireplace lit hallways to my own bed chambers. I pulled open the double doors to them looking around them.
My King sized canopied four poster bed stood proudly in the center of the room against the back wall across from the thresh hold to my bed chambers. The fluffy mattress was mad up with cream colored pure silk sheets and piled high with down pillows. Several of the throw pillows on my bed were of a golden color with Indian designs sewn into them. The canopy of my bed was a shimmering sheer gold colored fabric. The wood of the canopy was a nice dark oak wood, as was my vanity which was located against another wall just outside of my spacious walk in closet, and my antique writing desk and the book case and coffee table that made up a small reading area. The chairs in my reading area were black leather chairs that I always sank into comfortably.
The walls in the room were white but were enchanted to glow like candle light giving my room the appearance of being light by candle light, the ceiling of my room was enchanted to show the sky just like at Hogwarts, my floor was stone but had Indian rugs littering the floor by my bed and my reading area and writing desk. I shrugged off my bland beige jacket onto my bed going into the closet to find some different clothes. I walked into my spacious closet over to my dresser pulling out a pair of denim shorts and a low cut belly revealing tank top. I stripped myself from the modest bookworm clothes I was wearing and put on the shorts pulling on my tanktop down over my head and grabbing a pair of boots walking and a beige sheer three quarter length over shirt walking out of the closet. I saw my sister Gemma sitting on my bed prettily with her legs crossed seductively showing off her long shapely legs.
"Hello Gemma, nice hair. Why the change?" I asked almost uninterested in the reason for the change in her once platinum lightly curled platinum blonde hair that has now been magiced half black down the center part.
"Just felt like doing something a little different, Porcelain." She stated blandly before making a face, "Good god, your home get rid of goody-two shoes Granger will you?" She asked snorting I rolled my eyes looking in the mirror at my despised glamore. My hair is short, mousy brown with frizzy curls. My eyes are a muddy brown color, I stand at only 5'3" and have the figure of the bow with pencil thin lips and heavy brows. I hate looking into the face of my alter ego Hermione Granger. She stands for every lie I have ever been told.
"I would sister dearest, except for I can't do magic outside of school, and Father is not around to remove it." Gemma rolled her eyes and waved her wand. I instantly grew to be 5'9" the muddy frizzy curls that were my hair straightened and grew about two feet resting just below my waist in a series of choppy different lengths of layers. The muddy brown eyes were replaced by vibrant green eyes, framed by perfectly manicured eye brows and long black lashes. The thin lips of Hermione Granger were replaced by the same full red pillow lips that Gemma and I share as well as our slim toned and perfectly curved bodies and shapely legs and bottoms.
"Did you talk to Diddlydore or whatever his name is?" Gemma asked watching me pull on my boots and layering several necklaces of various lengths around my neck and lots of bracelets on my wrists,
"Dumbledore, and he won't answer my questions. The only one willing to talk or acknowledge who I really am is Severus Snape." I mumbled in my newly sensual husky voice lining my eyes in black charcoal and pale green eye shadow.
"Father is having me marry Snape as a reward for all his faithful years of service." I chuckled, Gemma and I although both on the side of the Order of the phoenix have no love for Dumbledore,
"And how much convincing did you have to do." She shrugged her pretty pale shoulders,
"Not much." She said with a wink I chuckled looking in the mirror thankful for my sister even though I've only known about her existence for two years. Gemma popped up on the bed her long legs exposed by her very short bondage lingerie inspired dress and accentuated by her eight inch stilettos. "We're going out tonight." She said with a wink, I leaned back against my vanity.
"And who are we going out with?" I questioned crossing my arms over my chest defensivly.
"Blaise, Draco, Daphne, With Pansy, Astoria, and Millicent by default it was originally just supposed to be the five of us." She sighed making a face, "But you know how it is." I giggled, where Draco goes Pansy follows, and where Pansy goes Astoria and Millicent follows. There was a pop into my chambers where one of our families many house elves had appeared,
"Yes Dopey?" I asked styling my hair minimally giving it some volume. The poor elf wrung its hands together worriedly,
"His Master Riddle is on his way home now. His Master Riddle wishes to see his daughters waiting for him when he gets back to the manor." My mouth gapped at Gemma as we both ran out of the room giggling as we ran down to the main foyer running in our tall heels, hers stilettos mine boots. Trying to race against the clock; barely skidding in out of breathe just as there was a loud pop and Father was standing in front of us with his robes billowing around his feet. We both stood straight backed awaiting inspection. Father looked tall and intimidating with his bald head and snake nose. His entire body reminded me of a man snake.
"Auh, my daughters, both fresh home from school for the summer." We both smiled our sweetly seductive smirks as he approached us lifting our chins up so he could inspect us.
"Gemma, how was your final year at Beauxbatons?" He asked in a slither, she smiled at him looking up at him through lidded eyes. A trick I'm sure she learned in a school that's magic focuses on seduction.
"It was well, Father." He nodded satisfactorily before turning to me looking at me,
"And your sixth year at Hogwarts?" He asked looking over my unmasked beauty, I smiled at him playing the part of an English Rose, the same Rose I played when playing Hermione Granger,
"It was highly satisfactory Father, they all still believe me to be Hermione Jane Granger." I said with the same pretty English Rose smile. Father puffed out his chest rather proud of himself.
"Come to my study with me, my darling daughters." We followed behind him to his wing of the manor. It was the part of the manor that reminded me the most of an old medieval castle with it's bareness and being almost totally encompassed in stone and steel. When we reached his study we sat down in the black leather chairs across from his desk. I could smell the musky smell of old books on the wall to wall floor the ceiling book shelf behind me. Nagini lay in the sunshine next to Fathers desk slithering into his lap to be petted.
"I am greatly pleased with you both my daughters, Gemma you are fully prepared to take your place as a Death Eaters wife, as Severus Snape's wife." He turned to me looking back, "You however Porcelain, have not yet mastered the power of seduction. Gemma I wish you to teach her the power of seduction this summer, and as your final test when you return to school you will seduce Harry Potter, and bring him to me." I swallowed hard,
"It will be almost impossible to seduce him as Hermione Granger, My Lord Father. He sees her only as a sister." I whispered he chuckled,
"Then Gemma has her work cut out of her. If you do this you will be given as a reward to Lord Zabini to be his heir Blais' wife as his reward for all his years of loyalty." I bowed my head respectfully.
"Yes Father." I whispered, he nodded his head pleased with our responces,
"You both may go. I will see you at dinner, don't forget to dress appropriately." He said looking over our short revealing informal clothing.