Disclaimer: i do not own Harry Potter, it belongs to J.

A/N- So here is chapter two, I'm awfully sorry if the first chapter was a little confusing .. but i attempted to explain the potion the best i could, none the less, here is where the story begins, well kind of.. this chapter might be seen as a little dull but hey they need to begin somewhere :) please review but once again no hate comments. THANKS!

The light was too bright in Hermione's eyes, it only made her squint and the high-pitched voice was too much. It felt like each syllable, each note was pounding on the inside of her skull. Wincing, she pushed herself to sit up, noticing the large bed she was sitting in, covered in a white duvet with a pale blue comforter. Lace curtains hung around the frame that had delicate flowers carved into the surface. widening her eyes, she took in her surroundings. The room was large with pale blue walls, the furniture was a pale wood colour, all with the same delicate design carved into them. There was a wardrobe, a chest, a bedside table, a huge mirror, a fireplace and a door, of which she assumed led to an en suite bathroom. Above her hung a large chandelier made from fine crystal and opposite her bed was a wall covered with a curtain.

"Oh good, your awake... now as you know it is only a week untill your first year at Hogwarts, so your father and I will be taking you to Diagon Alley today." The elegant woman chimed in front of her, laying a pale blue dress on the foot of her bed as well as underwear, a pair of tights and some small white boots. Looking over to her she noticed that this woman has to be her mother, but she looked nor sounded anything like her mother.

Hermione shifted towards her pillows away from the stranger, with wide eyes. Looking down at herself, she noticed she was smaller. In fact a lot smaller, younger even. first year. Of course she thought. A feeling dropped in her stomach and tears once again found themselves to her eyes. Why did she have to make us go back.. what kind of cruel punishment is this?! Swallowing hard, she tried to keep herself in one piece.

"Come on dear, your Father is waiting for you downstairs in the main dining room." The woman said, drawing back the large curtain to reveal the wall opposite Hermione's bed was made entirely of glass. In the distance where fields, a stable and horses, a swimming pool and a Quiditch pitch. Her eyes widened and she turned towards the lady in her room, who was now leaning against the door frame.

The woman was extremely tall, dressed in silvery blue robes and heels. Her blonde hair was long and loose, running down her back in ringlets. She wore a selection of silver jewelry and natural make-up with the exception of dark red lipstick. That is not my mother she thought to herself. The woman or so-called mother looked at her daughter in confusion.

"What's the matter dear? It looks like you have seen a ghost!" She asked sweetly moving towards her bed, pulling the drapes back. Hermione didn't know what to reply with so, like a small child found a petty excuse.

"Oh, i just don't feel very well. That is all.." She said, noticing her voice was slightly higher than usual. The woman sitting in front of her gave a soft smile and placed her cold hand onto her forehead.

"I'm sure you will be fine, you are probably just hungry. Five minuets and then i expect to see you down stairs." Hermione forced a smile onto her lips as the door closed and them immediately frowned. Great, i don't even get my own parents. she thought as she pulled on her clothes, making her way to the door; she jumped when she walked past the mirror. Turning back she confirmed her suspicions, there she stood with her messy, wild hair...but more importantly she was BLONDE.


Back at Malfoy Manor, Draco woke up in his usual bedroom, granted it was more childish with a few toys and less elegant clothes. thank god i am still normal, if i wasn't a Malfoy...if i wasn't a pure blood i would have probably just consumed poison, he thought lazily as he rubbed his eyes. Sighing he sat himself up against the pillows. Unlike Hermione he knew exactly where he was and by the clothes laid out for him he knew exactly what day it was. They were going to Diagon Alley. Getting up and dressed and making his was to breakfast he sat down in front of his father, who was reading the paper. As usual not noticing that his son just walked into the room. This is either going to go well or awful he thought to himself as his mother walked in, a house elf close behind with a tray of food.

"Morning Darling." She said, placing a delicate kiss on his cheek and the another one on Lucius, who then decided to put down "The Daily Prophet" and take a sip of his morning coffee. Draco looked down at his breakfast. just how i remembered he thought again, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice.

"Morning 'Cissa... Draco." Lucius stated, looking down to Draco before sniffing and tucking into his breakfast. Draco looked at his own plate great, a stupid and pointless punishment over nothing. Just what i need. He thought sarcastically.

"Morning Father, Mother."he said in a bored manner before tucking into his food. Opposite him both of his parents sat in silence as they ate breakfast, occasionally his mother would say a casual remark on a pointless topic that caused him to roll his eyes.


Back at the Grangers Manor, Hermione made her way to what she assumed was the main dining room, walking in, her supposed Father turned and smiled broadly, opening his arms towards her. Awkwardly Hermione moved towards him to hug the stranger, forcing a smile. Pulling away she looked at him, his hair was a light brown and longer, in fact his face ever so slightly reminded her of Sirius. His stubble was neatly trimmed and hair neatly groomed and he was wearing dark blue robes.

"Morning Father." She said gently before making her way to what she assumed was her seat. She noticed she was shaking slightly when she looked down and began to play with her dress, noticing the lace and patterns sewn in detail onto it.

"Good morning dear. I hope you slept well, after all it is a big day for you today." He announced with a huge smile spread across his face, as her mother appeared in the doorway.

"Good girl! You were even quicker than I was getting ready! AND you look just as beautiful!" The woman exclaimed, wandering over and placing a chaste kiss on Hermione's cheek. Hermione didn't know if that was a compliment or not, so kept her mouth shut. Well this is going to be an interesting journey...She thought, but smiled up to her fake parents anyway.


After a couple of hours Hermione found herself dressed in a large dark blue travel cloak lined with white fur, walking down the street of Diagon Alley, along with her parents who walked hand in hand behind her. She kind of liked it, the idea that her parents were still so in love.. it actually brought a real smile to her face, after all you don't get many older couples holding hands in public anymore.

"Right then love, how about you go into Florean Fortescue's Ice cream Palour and go buy yourself something nice, your mother and I need to go and have a word with Mr Malfoy and Mrs Parkinson." Her father said, his face lit up in happiness as he handed her some coins. Hermione couldn't help but smile back up at him. Wait Malfoy? Parkinson? she thought, looking over into the direction her parents just went. Sure enough, there stood the two families. Pansy stood with her mother, kicking stones as the parents talked. However, Narcissa had bent down to Draco and motioned him towards where she was standing. Hermione drew a deep breath when he looked up and their eyes locked. Turning quickly to break eye contact, she made her way over to the ice cream parlour.

Standing in the queue, she felt the warm, childlike hand touch her shoulder causing her to flinch and turn around with wide eyes. The boy stood there for a moment as if he was taken back by something he was seeing, but soon composed himself and spoke.

"Granger." He said in a young boys voice, that made Hermione snicker.

"Malfoy. Nice voice." She remarked watching his cheeks blush and then his face morph into an angry expression, only causing her to suppress a giggle.

"Don't laugh at me mudblood. I'm here to congratulate you on being such a tell-tale." He droned out, sighing and crossing his arms against his chest. Hermione rolled her eyes and took a step behind her as the cue moved forward a few paces.

"I will have you know.. I'm pretty sure im a pure blood now.." She droned out in the same tone, spitting out the word pure blood mimicking the way Draco said mudblood. "And please do enlighten me how I am a tell-tale?!"

Ignoring her first comment Draco also moved forward, unfolding his arms and pointing accusingly at her. "YOU went and told Professor McGonagall... hence why we are both here now." He said in a hushed shout.

"Oh please Malfoy...it's your fault you know. You and your friends need to grow the hell up. I'm done with you constantly pushing me about as if i am worthless...because I'm not Malfoy! If anything i'm pretty sure i am a better credit to people than you would ever be!" She spat out towards him, obviously frustrated and anger building up in her. She outstretched an arm and thrashed it in his direction before throwing both hands up in despair. Draco moved his head to signal the line had moved, causing Hermione to turn and move a pace closer.

"Wow, you really are full of yourself aren't you ... " Malfoy spat out towards her before folding his arms and pulling another disgusted face in her direction. "Oh and you will always be a mudblood to me Granger. After all, this is 'only a dream...not reality'." he said mimicking McGonagall's voice.

Hermione gritted her teeth, don't take it to heart Hermione...you are better than him she told herself, breathing heavily and glaring at him untill she saw the smirk appear, signalling he knew he won. Sending him her deadliest look, she span around letting her new blonde locks fly behind her and walked to the desk so that she could order herself a strawberry snap ice cream with a flake. Once she had paid she said her thank you and span back around, she barged her shoulder into the now young Malfoy, before continuing out the shop.

"See you on the train, Granger." was the last thing she heard from him that day. Walking out of the shop, she met back up with her parents, who were waiting outside before making their way to Olivander's Wand Shop.


Walking into the familiar shop her mother edged her on with a flick of the hand, to make her own way over to the desk. Sending a nervous glance behind her she did as she was told. The moment she reached the desk, Olivander himself seemed to pop out of a shelf and whiz to the front of the shop on his moving ladder; he dismounted and stood in front of the girl.

"Ah, Miss Granger.. i have been waiting for the day you come to collect your wand...great expectations i have of you." He said in an excited voice.

"It is nice to see you to, sir." She announced politely, turning back to her parents to see the encouraging and keen smiles on their faces.

"Right you are... now i think i know exactly what you need." He said before climbing back onto his ladder and whizzing back off. Hermione watched happily as boxes flew off the shelves in front of her. A few moments later he had appeared back at the front desk with a box. Opening it, he laid the box on the counter and handed her the wand.

"This is 11 inches, sycamore with a phoenix feather core- slightly springy." he announced "Give it a flick." Hermione looked at the bulky piece of wood with distaste. could i really end up with a different wand? she thought as she took it from the man and aimed it at a glass above the counter on a shelf. With a flick the glass shattered into pieces.

"No..no mabey not...ah yes i know just what you need!" he said, disappearing among the shelves again as Hermione laid the piece of wood backdown in its box. A moment later he was back handing her another. It was shorter than before with a strange crook in the middle

"This is 8 1/2 inches, hawthorn and a dragon heartsting - un yielding" he stated like before, handing it over. Hermione instantly disliked the feel of the wood in her hands, it was too solid and small. Nonetheless she pointed the wand at the now repaired glass, which this time decided to melt. Wincing, she quickly placed it back in its box.

"Nope. No, definatly not. Hang on a moment...i have a feeling-" He whispered to himself glancing at what appeared to be nothing in the air, before once again disappearing behind the many rows of boxes. It took a bit longer than before but this time Hermione had that familiar feeling in her stomach. Placing the box on the desk he let her take the wand out herself. Its familiar elegant shape brought a smile to her lips.

" This is 10 3/4 inches, vine wood with a dragon heartsting core. slightly springy." He said in a low voice and Hermione pointed to the once again repaired glass. "This wand shows much potential for the user.." He began and with that Hermione made a perfect flicking motion and levitated the glass off of its surface.

"Bravo!" said, as the energy soared though her and then stopped when she placed it back down. Grinning she turned back to her parents who were watching lovingly from the far corner.Okay so I may not exactly be a beginner... but at least they are proud she thought happily. After paying and making their way through the rests of the shops, the trio flooed home. Climbing into the green flames, Hermione had a horrible feeling that someone was watching her...