My name is Hermion Granger, or so I thought it was. But, as usual I was waaay off. This is the tale of how I found out who I really was, how I fell in love, how I became a double-spy, and the way I became a Death Eater.
-Start of the day-
I rolled out of the bed quickly and headed too the bathrooom, rubbing sleep from my eyes. I turned the water on, and undressed quickly. I look into the mirror and did a double take. I had long curly black hair, instead of my normal shoulder length frizzy redd-ish hair. And instead of honey tone eyes they were now green with a shade of gold as my starbursts. I was a bit shorter and curvier then I ever imagined my body could be. 'What the-' I thought. "MUUUMM" I screamed at the top of my lungs, grabbing a towel and covering myself quickly. She and my father came running into the room. "Ye-" my mother started, but stopped short, as she walked in and saw me. "John," she said quietly, "It's time we tell her the truth about her real family." My mother stated quietly. He nodded his head in agreement. They said, "Get dressed quickly, and come down too the kitchen so that we can talk." "Yes ma'am." I said. I went too my room and tried finding somthing too fit me. Hardly anything would. So I grabbed a sports bra, booty shorts (that now went above my knee), and a lime green tank top. "Soo..." I trailed off. "Well Hermione..." her father started awkwardly, " You arn't our child." I gaped at him, looking at him like he was stupid. Which I thought he was. Or atleast senile. "You are a pureblood. Your real mum asked us too take you, raise you as a muggle, and that we need too take you too her as soon as you started too look less like us. It was a spell she placed on you as soon as we agreed too take you as our own child. You see, your mother and I, could'nt have children. When Miss. Bella found this out, she gave you too us as a loan. And we we're too make sure you we're too go too Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as soon as you turned eleven. And so we did." She stared at them, her parents. "Wh-who's my real mum, and dad?" Her parents wern't sure if they should tell her or not. They decided too tell me. I wished they hadn't. "Bellatrix Lestrange." Her father said. "And my father?" I qustioned the man right infront of me. "We are not sure. she would not tell us that." I blacked out before he even finished the sentance.