So, I fitted these last few chapters since Jk Rowling said that Hermione was supposed to have a sister, but she could never fit her in, so I just figured I'd try it and see what happened.


-The next day-

I whispered the password to the portrait of the fat lady, and stepped inside. James had gone out the day before to see what the password was, the picture swung open to reveal a room full of squashy red armchairs and blazing fireplaces. I sat down in one of the chairs and waited for the students to come out.

I had almost drifted off to sleep, when a cascade of noise reached my ears. Two identical red-haired boys had emerged out of their dormitory sporting huge identical evil grins. As I watched, more students filed out filling the common room. I squeezed myself into a corner, hoping no one would find me. As I waited for the common room to empty, I found myself watching someone. Or, rather, three someones. A boy that could only be Harry Potter, a boy with red hair and freckles, and a girl with frizzy brown hair who felt oddly familiar.. as they filed out of the common room, I heard the red haired boy say, "Really, Hermione?" which made me stop from following them, at least for a few seconds.

Hermione. Hermes. I was a witch. She was a witch. And I realized why she felt so familiar. Because with the exception of the hair and the eyes, we were identical. Down to the last freckle, blemish, and birthmark.

This girl was my sister.


I didn't follow them to their classes, but went back to my common room instead. James was rubbing Lily's back, and she was moaning contentedly. He barely looked up when I came in, but looked a little puzzled about why I was back so soon. I pulled off the cloak, and went back into my room.

I sat down at the desk with the mirror, and examined my features. I had long, slightly frizzy auburn hair, that curled around the back. I had normal sized teeth though, which was different from Hermione. But the last thing that was strange was my eyes. Very pale blue, they had streaks of green and dark gray around them. People always stared when I walked by, and it sometimes got really annoying. I once had a friend who was sent away to some french magic school, who had violet eyes. whenever we went out, people stared mercilessly.

I pushed the blue chair backwards, and put my head in my hands.

Why on Earth did my life have to be so complicated?