Hermione? Why are you on their side?
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Chapter 1
Oh my Merlin! The pain was excruciating! What was happening? A searing pain wracked Hermione's body and she convulsed in her bed. She couldn't move. Her eyes were stung and filled with tears . Her scalp had never burned so much. Her skin was blistering, as though a thousand knives were being dragged through her , mutilating her body. It felt as though someone was branding her body with a hot iron. This continued for a good part of a hour. Slowly the pain fizzled out into bearable pins and needles. Shakily, Hermione rested, trying to calm her erratic breathing and then got up and walked to her mirror.
The long, loose shirt now showed lots of thigh and strained at her increased bust. Her former bushy hair had been transformed into sleek, thick black mane that fell to the soft contours of her enlarged butt. Her complexion was pale and blemish free. Her eyes were the most startling change of all. They were a deep violet, swirling with emotion. She looked like a dangerous angel fallen from the heavens. A glint of remembrance flickered across Hermione's eyes as she scrutinized her self in the mirror.
"Upon the age of 16, wizards and witches will magically change into their intended appearance, if changed at birth." she gasped. These people she called mum and dad were not her mum and dad! They couldn't be or her appearance wouldn't have changed , she would have still been the same old buck-teethed, bushy-haired Hermione..
After changing her outfit to something a little less revealing, tight fitting jeans and a vest top, she took a deep breath and made her way downstairs. It was time to confront her 'parents'. Quietly walking down the stairs Hermione realized something was wrong. You could slice the anticipation in the air and watch the anticipation ooze out of the slits. Bound to the kitchen chairs where her mum and dad , gagged and bound with wands pointing at their throats. Hermione followed the wands to hands to arms and to faces. Faces masked …. Death Eaters.
"Stupefy!" was the last thing Hermione heard before she hit the cold tiled floor.
a couple hours later...
"Aaarrggggghhhhh!" screamed Hermione as she woke up to a pair of blood red eyes staring at her. It was Voldemort. His face was pale, his nose two slits and his thin lips drawn into creepy smile.
"Hello , my dear. Sixteen long years I have waited for this day! You see, your mother died giving birth to you and left me to look after you. I was worried, I couldn't have an infant getting in the way of my plans to dominate the world! So I gave you up to these.. Muggles" He said with a disgusted sneer and fidgeted uncomfortably, letting the word' muggles' sour and hang in the air.
Hermione was confused. "Where am I?" she looked around at her surroundings. The room was lavishly decorated in cream and gold. Lucius Malfoy was standing behind a large ornate armchair and his wife, Narcissa, was perched royally on the chair, the epitome of sophistication. The bed I was laying in was king-sized and comfortable. The Egyptian cotton sheets weighed my legs down as well as Voldemort , who was sat on the side of the bed.
I aiming to update once a week, whilst i still need to stockpile the chapters. after i have written a couple more chapters the updates will hopefully increase to twice a week. I'd love to hear your what you think.
the chapters will get better, i always think the first chapter is the hardest and most tedious.
