A/N: like I said before, this is an AU fic, so if things don't go the way they did in the books, suck it up! Thank you to everyone who reviewed, you made my night. Who believes Dumbledore is a manipulating old fool? I do. Basically Hermione is only loyal to those who don't try and betray her. To answer your questions:
Disclaimer: if I owned Harry Potter, then I wouldn't be a broke student. All character belong to JKR except non-canon ones and the plot…which belongs to meee!
AND NOW FOR CHAPTER TWO! (You're gonna be getting more information in this chapter)
Hermione was pretty sure she had paced the entire length of her room to know the exact dimensions. She was waiting anxiously for Harry to reply her letter that she sent three hours ago. Usually he would have answered by now, he always replied to her letters immediately. She thought back to the letter she had sent with Hedwig…
A hoot from her window made her jump; it was Hedwig, eyeing her with her round amber eyes. She brought her in, and she flew over to the perch that Hermione kept for both the Weasley owls and her, gulped some cold water and settled down to watch Hermione write her letter.
Dear Harry.
How are you? I hope you're OK. Something extremely disturbing has happened to me. I don't want to say much in this letter, because I don't know who to trust right now. You know I wouldn't ever ask you to compromise your safety but I REALLY NEED TO SEE YOU. Can you please try and meet me somewhere later on this week, just let me know where and when and I will be there. Let me know as soon as possible.
Your friend,
Hermione Granger
She sighed and went back to pacing the length of her room. Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a hammering on her front door. Drawing her wand from the waistband of her jeans, she peeped through the keyhole and catching a flash of untamed black hair and startling green eyes, she threw open the door about to give her best friend, Harry James Potter, one of her patented hugs.
He drew his wand, with his lightning fast reflexes, and pushed the tip against her throat, "who are you and where is Mya?"
Hermione's eyes widened, she had forgotten she no longer looked the same; it unsettled her how comfortable she felt in her new appearance.
"Harry, it is me."
Harry gave a harsh laugh, "I don't know who the fuck you are, but the Mione I know looks the complete opposite of you, so what's your next excuse?" he hissed.
Mya was getting desperate, "ask me a question, only Hermione would know the answer to."
"What did Hermione say when she saw me staring at Cho Chang in 5th year in the library? What did I say? What did she do next?"
Without missing a beat Hermione stated, "I told you that she only like you because she believed you were the Chosen One; you said you were the Chosen One, and I whacked you around the head with a Daily Prophet."
"What did I give Hermione for her sixteenth birthday and what was engraved on the back?"
"You gave me a silver snowflake pendant with a diamond in the middle. You had no two snowflakes look the same on the back. It was from our favourite book of poetry."
Harry cautiously lowered his wand, "Mya, what the hell happened to you, unless you had cosmetic and plastic surgery, I'm pretty sure that you don't look like this."
She stepped forward with a sigh of relief and looked around quickly to make sure no one had followed him then yanked him in and charmed the door with her strongest locking charms and dragged him towards the kitchen where she had left the letter and its contents.
Handing Harry the letter wordlessly, she took the chance to study the silver locket; she picked it up and felt like a jolt of electricity had passed through her arm. What on earth was she to do? Today had not gone as she had planned, I mean, you don't wake up one day to find out your entire appearance has changed JUST because you JUST HAPPEN to be the ONLY HEIR OF THE FREAKING DARKEST LORD THE WORLD HAS SEEN FOR FIFTY YEARS! Hermione felt like steam was pouring out of her ears but kept calm and studied the locket; it was square in shape and solid silver, with a glittering round emerald right in the middle; with intricate swirls coming out encrusted with baby diamonds. All of this hung from a filigree silver chain, she weighed it in her hand estimating it to be at least ten grams.
She reached up to tug on a curl as she was wont to do when she was aggravated but could only find black silk in its place, "just my luck," she grumbled, "I cant even tug on my hair like usual. Harry, what do you think of this letter?"
Harry looked up, his brow furrowed; he didn't really know what to make of this.
