Come Again?

By: Rawr Olivia Grace

Adopted by: NargleWatch

Summary: Hermione's changing. Rapidly in fact, due to a glamour charm placed on her years ago. Whose child is she? She's a pure blood? When? What? How? And on top of all of this, Hermione realizes that she doesn't truly have feelings for Ron but for a certain someone else.

Disclaimer: Do not own... At all!

A/N: Hey, so I finally got around to rewriting this story that I had adopted. NargleWatch had put the story into a multiple point of view story but I'm not a big fan of writing those types of stories... I'm actually quite bad at them... In my opinion... Anyway... I will be putting this story in Hermione's point of view all the way through... Well, besides the prologue...

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Prologue

Professor McGonagall sat in front of Headmaster Dumbledore in a heap; holding her head between her hands and Headmaster Dumbledore could see the worry etched all across her once firm and stern expression. "Albus, the charms effects we had placed on her are fading! Without the charms... She will find out! Oh, Albus, she'll find out!" Minerva wailed, "What will she do? Oh, I feel terrible! I feel so terrible, Albus!"

"Minerva, please, calm down. It'll be fine. The charms aren't supposed to fade until the end of her seventh year, and we'll renew them then, alright? She will not find out, she'll be perfectly happy as Hermione Granger; as she has been for the past fifteen years of her life." Albus said calmly.

Although Professor McGonagall was still a bit iffy on the situation but she nodded slowly, sniffling pitifully into a cloth. "B-b-but if she f-finds out."

"She won't," Headmaster Dumbledore said firmly.

Professor McGonagall looked a bit doubtful at first, but gave up as she sneezed pitifully twice. "A-Alright, if you say so."

"I do, Minerva." He said, "But now I think you should go to your quarters and get some rest." They both stood up and he walked her towards his office door. "I'll see you in the morning, Minerva. Get some rest and in the morning everything will be fine. Trust me."

Chapter 1: Changes

I hoisted myself up from my bed and jumped into the shower lazily. Usually, I'm a morning person, but today I feel like I deserved a bit of laziness. Especially after the full scheduled I had yesterday, mostly given to me by my parents; which consisted of shopping, eating, swimming, babysitting for the neighbors, seeing a movie, moving furniture around, reading, studying, and then finally, sleeping. Which was actually my favorite part of the day.

Once I was in the shower; I washed my unruly mane of brown hair and breathed in the lovely scent of my lavender body wash and lilac shampoo and conditioner. I hummed quietly to an unknown tune as I dried myself off and wrapped a purple towel tightly around my body. I moved my arms to the mirror/cabinet to grab my toothbrush and toothpaste but I stopped when I saw something unusual.

Seemingly forever went by before I screamed out bloody murder. My hair was turning a golden honey color at the roots and my warm, brown eyes has sapphire flecks overrunning the irises.

And I'm almost positive that my scream had been heard all across London. "MUM! DAD!" I shrieked as I ran into my room to throw on random muggle clothing.

I struggled a bit before I got the clothes on and ran hurriedly down the stairs, almost killing myself on the last step. "MUM! DAD! WHERE ARE YOU?" I yelled, moving into the kitchen. "Mum? Dad? Are you home! Mu-um! Da-ad! Where are-" I stopped because something on the table had caught my eyes. As I looked closer, I saw that there was a note from my parents.

Dear Hermione,

We went out for a bit and we will not be gone later than five! Have a nice and relaxing day, sweetie. You probably need one after yesterday.

Love, Mum and Dad

A frustrated howl escaped my lips as I sunk down on to the floor against the wall, not knowing what to do. Now what? Mum and Dad aren't home and my hair is turning colors, as well as my eyes; and I have not one idea of what to do! Great! Just freaking great!

Suddenly, it came to me. Harry. Yes, he'll know what to do! Well, as least he could help me think of a plan. If I were to go to Ron, he wouldn't know what to do... So, I suppose my choice is clear. FIND HARRY!

First, before going to the fireplace, I rushed back upstairs to change into some real clothes; for the fact that I was wearing my bra over my shirt, my pants inside out, and my socks weren't even the same color! So, after I changed, I looked in the mirror.

My hair was a quarter of golden honey and three-quarters of hazel nut. My eyes were half-ocean and half-chocolate in color. And for my clothes, I wore a fitted, slight off the shoulder purple T-shirt and short blue jean shorts that reached a bit farther up than my mid-thigh. I put some regular white no-show socks on and slid my feet into purple converse before placing a purple beanie on top of my head, concealing the blonde part of my hair. I pushed some black sunglasses on to my face, easily hiding my eyes. Yes! I had a good fashion sense and I was totally ready for the heat of summer. Wait, did I just sound like Lavender? What is going on with me?

When I had finally decided I looked decent enough to leave and I wasn't freaking out about sounding like Lavender; I walked to the door and made sure the house was actually locked and secure. After that, I glided to the fireplace, picked up some Floo Powder and threw it on the ground. "The Burrow!" I yelled clearly.

The familiar sensation of flooing hit me in the gut, making my stomach flip and flop without warning. I felt like my body was being melted into goo, compressed, shaped, squished, and stretched. As soon as I felt like I couldn't take it anymore, I landed softly on the Burrow's floor, covered in dust, with a light thud. "Uh..." I moaned quietly.

I stood up, brushed myself off, and tip-toed up the steps of the all-too-familiar Burrow. "Hermione? Is that you? Oh, how are you, sweetie?" Slowly, I turned and faced the Ron's loving but stern mother, Molly Weasley.

"Hi, Mrs. Weasley!" I squeaked out as she hugged me fiercely. "I'm alright and how are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine, dear. You look darling! Ron and Harry are up in Ron's room. And if you could, will you wake the family up? It's near breakfast time and by the sound your stomach is making, you haven't eaten either. So get the boys and Ginny up, please! I'll be in the kitchen." She said in one breath.

I smiled warmly at Mrs. Weasley and nodded. "Thanks, Mrs. Weasley! That would be fantastic, and I'll go wake them up now!"

Mrs. Weasley went into the kitchen to finish cooking as I slid up the steps and opened Ginny's door easily. "Ginny, wake up!" I called into the empty room.

"Hermione? Good morning! How are you?" Ginny asked as she walked towards me from the bathroom in a robe and brushing her damp, fiery red hair.

"I'm fine, but I've got to wake up the boys, though." I laughed lightly as Ginny made a face.

"Good luck! Oh, and nice glasses! I really like them." And with that, I parted from her with another smile.

Quietly, I continued down the hall, knocking rather loudly on Fred and George's door. "Fred, George, breakfast is almost ready, so get up and go downstairs." And in those few moments of utter silence, I was truly frightened when I heard someone or something bang the door right back. I jumped out of my skin and clamped a hand over my heart as I walked on while trying to control my racing heart rate. Once I was in front of Ron's door, after waking Percy up, I stopped. With a secret smile, I opened the door, almost forgetting why I was here, almost. Too bad moments like these couldn't last forever.

I walked in between their beds, gazing lovingly at the two boys (one more than the other) for a few slow moments before cupping my mouth with my hands. "HEY! LAZY BUMS! GET OUT OF BED AND FACE THIS BEAUTIFUL, LOVELY DAY!"

Ron rolled over and on to the floor, moaning and groaning. Harry, on the other hand, jumped out of his bed and held his wand out instantly, blinking rapidly as he shoved his glasses on to his face.

"Hermione! Don't scare me like that!" He said as he lowered his wand. "Oh, and, I've missed you..." He swiftly made his way over to me and hugged me almost as fiercely as Mrs. Weasley did when I had first flooed here.

"Missed you, too, Harry!" I replied cheerfully.

"'Mione! Even though it's still too early for this," Ron said, hopping up from the floor and hugging me lightly. "How have you been? Ooh, cool glasses, by the way. And I like your hat, very purple." I almost rolled my eyes. Ron was so predictable.

Both Harry and I rolled our eyes, while Ron stared at me. "I've been fine, and thanks. Oh, and I think you should go downstairs... Breakfast is almost ready." I said, addressing mostly Ron.

Once Ron had barreled out the door and down the stairs for his favorite thing to do, eat food, I rolled my eyes again. EH! Back to the task at hand! I mentally chided myself. Harry began to lazily move towards the door, but I gently laid a hand on his forearm and stopped him. He gazed at me questioningly. "Er, um... How to ex-explain this? Oh, hell, I can't!" Harry's eyes widened at the vulgar word that expelled from my mouth, since I don't ever curse at all. I snapped my fingers in front of his face, easily forgetting why I was here. That is, until a wave of overwhelming panic and despair crashed over me. "H-Harry... I-I didn't k-know what to d-do... So I-I came here..." I murmured softly, removing the sunglasses and hat from my body.

His emerald eyes went wide at the sight of my ever-changing appearance, but he apparently decided it best to try to make a joke out of it. "What happened, 'Mione? Did you make a mistake in a potion or something?"

"NO! And stop trying to make a joke about this!" I said urgently, "I woke up this morning, took a shower, and screamed when I saw this in the mirror. I needed help. Would I have come to you for help if I actually knew what to do about this?"

Harry ran a hand through his hair before shaking his head slowly with a slight frown and sighed heavily. "Okay, so what are we going to do about this?" I breathed out in relief before smiling slightly.

"Thanks, Harry." I said, hugging him to me quickly.

"Anything for a friend, 'Mione." He said, his eyes unreadable for a moment. I smiled slightly at him before sitting down on the rug and gesturing for him to sit next to me. And with that, we began to plan.

A/N: I hope you guys liked it... This chapter isn't that much different from the original... NargleWatch is a very, very good author... I wouldn't have even read all five chapters of this story she had written if I didn't think she was...