Hi and thank you for choosing to read The Time Travelers Daughter. I just wanted to say this story starts in 1995 and goes back to 1943, this is not a Tom Riddle / Hermione Granger fan fiction, but an Abraxas Malfoy and Hermione Granger story. Tom will have a fairly big role in this story but it's mostly focusing on the progressing relationship of Hermione and Abraxas.
All mistakes belong to Microsoft Word's spell checker, as it's correcting me… hehe! I am currently in search of a beta, as I speak and of course the awesome Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling. I own nothing impart from a few none-related Harry Potter characters.
The Time Travellers Daughter.
Dear Miss Granger,
I wish you a very merry sixteenth birthday, I believe sixteen is a special year in the muggle birth calendar much like our eleven. I apologise for disturbing your time with loved ones, after granting you permission to spend a few days with them. But due to unforeseen circumstances, I require your presents at Hogwarts. Please do not inform your friends, as this is of utmost discretion.
I cannot indulge more than I have, and I've already said to much information, due to my companion hissing at me. But I feel that you should at least be made aware that this is a very important and delicate situation. That must remain between yourself, myself and my companion, who you'll be meeting one way or another.
Please owl me when you can.
From,
Professor Albus Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
Headmaster of Hogwarts School and Witch Craft of Wizardry.
Founder of Order of the Phoenix.
P.S…. Have you looked in a mirror?
Hermione's eyes shot up at the random last bit at the bottom of the letter. What the hell did that mean? She thought people new she didn't make a fuss of spending time in front of a mirror.
And what on earth did he mean by she will be meeting this mystery companion of his one way or another? And why could she not tell Ron and Harry? She's never kept anything from them before.
Feeling curiosity win over herself after debating, and reading through the letter two or three times more, to try and figure out the cryptic-ness behind the word flow she walked over to her bathroom and opened her door to walk in, and closing her eyes she stood in front of the mirror above her sink and opened her eyes. What she saw made her gasp.
Instead of her familiar chocolate brown gazing back at her, she now had bright blue/green, with less chubby cheeks, a more noticeable door and blonde hair that could rival the Malfoy's, famous blonde locks. She couldn't deny that she looked pretty, but she wasn't sure she liked what she saw either. Her hair had also changed and instead of the crazy fizz she had to deal with on a daily basis it is now tame, longer and curled at the ends of her hair, to just below her earlobes. Frowning at this new reflection looking back at her.
Hermione went back to re-read Dumbledore's letter and grabbed parchment from her desk draw and grabbed her quill that resided within its ink pot upon her desk and sat down as she replied to her Headmaster.
She decided to be blunt and to the point, forgoing the politeness, and proper way of replying.
Professor?
What is going on? Why do I look different? I am free to go as soon as you need me? I will lower the wards so you can come through to collect me, or set up flow network connection for me to come through?
Hermione.
Fawks suddenly appeared on her desk making her jump, and the bird plucked the letter out of her hands and vanished, leaving Hermione gaping at the spot the bird disappeared from.
Hermione went to stand in front of her long mirror and took a real good look at her new appearance and façade.
She is taller, she can tell due to her leggings being shorter… how she had not noticed, she did not know, but then again, she's got leggings in all different lengths depending on the weather. Perhaps if she'd chosen to where jeans she would have noticed it more.
Her long tank top, also looked a little shorter and instead of resting bellow her bum, the hem of the tank rest just above. Her bra, thinking about it also felt a little snug, so she enhanced the sizing. Why hadn't she noticed any of this? It baffled her, but then again, she always has her noes in a book… so why would she notice when her mind is otherwise occupied deciding which book to read that day or going over her homework, and advancing her knowledge by reading other academic papers or books she'd rented from Hogwarts library.
A quick flick of her wand had this small detail fixed and with another flick she grabbed a few of her favourite jackets and shoes, to test them out too. She figured she'd grown at least a few inches, instead of being five food five, she's now five foot eight and a half, her curvaceous figure had slimmed which she now resembled more like a stick.
Something she wasn't sure she liked… she liked the fact she had curves before in all the right places, now she just looked… statuesque. Whereas before she was slim with curves. She wasn't fat or skinny. Just right, a healthy size ten. Now after lengthening and shrinking her clothing, she is more of a size eight. Her shoe size had also grown from a size four to a size five.
Her jackets, depending on the style would either stay a size bigger, or have to be shrunk. Thinking about it, she found it rather annoying. Why did this have to happen to her? What did she do to deserve this twist of fate interfering with her life? It surprised her also how quickly her mood changed from curiosity to annoyance but then again she wasn't one of those girls who fussed over her clothing or how she looked, yet now she has to go and alter every single item she owned, and she still wasn't sure she liked who she now saw staring right back at her within the glass of the mirror.
Finally Fawks reappeared, holding a strange object his beak along with a scroll.
Hermione thanked Fawks and un-scrolled the scroll knowing it was most likely a port key - the strange looking swirly object.
The object arriving with Fawks is a port key, which will bring you directly to my office, as soon as you touch it.
All questions will be answered. As I'm sure you'll have many
.
My guest and I look forwards to your presence.
Hermione's eyebrows rose at the mystery person's mention again.
Hesitating for just a few moments, Hermione quickly warded her door so her parents couldn't enter and took hold of the item.
Wondering what awaited her within Dumbledore's office.
Next chapter up soon :)