Sorry for the slow updates. Band camp and summer reading are interfering with my fanfics.
I had no idea about the "Crazy/Beautiful" quote, I"ve never seen the movie. Thank you guys so much for reviewing by the way. I really appreciate it.
In any case, the characters don't belong to me. Only the dull plot. One of the reasons its taking so long is that I'm trying to change some stuff later on. Its terribly dull. Enjoy what you can.
Chapter three
An old man with a long white beard stood before her.
"Ah," he said, "Miss Grayton, thank you for joining us."
'This must be their leader..' she thought. "What do you want from me?" she demanded.
"Please, have a seat." He motioned to a chair. Julia sat down, not taking her eyes off of the old man. "Forgive me. I have not introduced myself. My name is Albus Dumbledore."
"Odd name." Julia found herself saying aloud. She flushed.
Dumbledore laughed. "I must explain to you, Miss Grayton, we have met before. You used to be a student at my school, Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry."
Julia shook her head. "No, sir. I'm afraid you are mistaken."
Dumbledore ignored her and continued. "My world is in the midst of a terrible war, between good and evil. The dark Lord Voldermort has finished gaining power and is openly attacking now... While you were at the school, you were very close to young Mr. Potter." They both took this moment to glance over at Harry, "This was an issue because Mr. Potter is the prime target of Lord Voldermort. He would do anything to hurt him. You agreed to go into hiding. We changed your memory, appearance, and name... You, Miss Grayton, are none other than Hermione Granger."
Julia sat for a very long while, absorbing this all. "Do you care to see?" Dumbledore asked.
She nodded slowly. He approached her and tapped her on the head with what she now assumed was a wand. She felt herself hovering above the ground as a green light engulfed her.
Slowly she descended and looked expectantly up at the old man. "Well... what did that prove?" She asked him. Harry and Ron were looking at her strangely now. Especially Harry.
Dumbledore handed her a mirror. Her sleek black hair had turned into thick brown ringlets. Her icy blue eyes had deepened into a warm chocolate brown. Yet, for some reason, she wasn't completely shocked.
"Are you ready for your memory to be returned to you?" He asked softly. She nodded. She held her breath as he raised his wand to her head.