Life was supposed to turn back to "normal," well whatever "normal" was. Voldemort and his horcruxes were finally gone. Harry, Ron, and herself have managed to escape in fairly good health, although they had to stay in St. Mungos for days trying to heal their cuts and bruises. Harry had to stay a bit longer than her and Ron due to magical drainage, but he is fine now and continues being The Boy-Who-Lived. Hogwarts was re-opening. Many who went to Hogwarts in their final year failed their N.E.W.T.S. because of cruel teachers who never taught anything, and so the Golden Trio along with everyone else was going to Hogwarts for their"8th year." Even if they did not go to Hogwarts for their 8th year Hermione, Harry, and Ron could've gotten millions of job requests, but Hermione would hear none of it.

"DO YOU NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR EDUCATION?!" she screamed for about the millionth time. Harry and Ron rolled their eyes as they reluctantly agreed to go back one final time.

It was still summer, with just a little over a month left. Hermione slowly woke up and smiled to herself. Finally she was 18. She stretched and got up cheerfully. She was a morning person after all. Skipping to the bathroom she looked at the mirror and immediately screamed. Her once wild, brown, untamed hair now sat straight and platinum blonde. Her 5'3" height changed to 5'6" and her body had more curves than ever. She turned a bit paler than before and her freckles that once scattered her nose were gone. Her eyes turned icy blue and her cheekbones were raised just a little bit. Upon hearing her sceam, her parents ran into her room and noticed her change.

"Told you we should've told her years ago," her dad whispered to her mom.

"Well, I didn't want to traumatize her, dear," her mom whispered back to her dad glaring. She hated being wrong.

"Wha- What, WHAT IS THIS?!" Hermione screamed pointing at herself.

"It's rude to point," her mom replied putting Hermione's hand down to her side.

"IT'S RUDE TO POINT? IT'S RUDE TO POINT?! HERE I AM, LOOKING LIKE A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSON AND YOU'RE TELLING ME IT'S RUDE TO POINT?!" Hermione screamed back completely furious.

"Yes, well, er, Hermione maybe you should sit down for this," her father said slowly moving her towards the bed. "Well, you see dear, your mother is… well she's infertile. She couldn't get any babies and we were devastated. We decided to adopt, so we went to a local adoption center and saw you and knew right away you were the one. Back then, of course, you had brown hair and brown eyes, but once we adopted you the agency gave us a letter, one for us that explained who they were, and one for you when you were to change back. I believe the letter stated that on the birthday after Lord Voldemort was gone, you would change to who you really are." Her dad looked at Hermione to see if she went to shock yet. Hermione just sat, eyes wide and mouth open.

"Are- Are you okay honey?" her mother asked reaching out to comfort her. Hermione sat still for a few more seconds before she really took it in.

"This is just a bit shocking. Just a bit," Hermione answered trying to keep her voice calm. Inside she was experiencing mixed emotions. She was sad these weren't her real parents, and angry at her real parents for leaving her, however she thought that it would have to be for a good reason if her glamour would change only if Lord Voldemort left. "C-Can I see the letter they left me?" she asked in a shaky voice.

"Of course, here," her mother replied pulling it out of her pocket. It was obvious she knew it was going to happen today.

Dear _____ (whatever those muggles called you, hopefully it's not some foul name),

Well, if you're reading this letter I can only hope and guess that Lord Voldemort is truly gone. I hope that you are healthy and happy. You must be wondering why I had to leave you. Well right now Lord Voldemort is in full power, gaining new Death Eaters by the day, forcing all children of prominent families to join his ranks. To protect you from joining this dark side, we had to give you away. Just moments before you were born, another boy was born, your twin. The Dark Lord was there, and in glee he immediately went off to celebrate. What he did not know is that I had another child. I begged the Healer to put a glamour on you and put you into a muggle orphanage. Once you were safely in with muggles, I found out where you were, and once I finish writing this I will put it into the mailbox (funny contraptions the muggles have). Well I can only guess that you are wondering who your parents are. We are the Malfoys. I'm sure you heard of us, for our high ranks among the Death Eaters and for the fact that we are known to have dark objects, but it is all lies. We do this to survive. We are forced to follow the Dark Lord or face consequences, so we only had one choice. I'm sorry for having to leave you, and I hope you forgive us. Please contact us once you read this letter.

Sincerely,

Narcissa Malfoy & Lucius Malfoy

P.S. Your true name is Eloise Avanca Malfoy

Hermione closed the letter and fainted on the spot.