A/N : No, I still don't own anything but the plot, but you know that….Sorry I haven't updated!!! I lost my login L

I DID create a new account, which I still intend to use, however, not for the original reasons…lol

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BJB's Princess

If you care…lol

OOOkay…short, I know, but better then nothing…I have a new job now that eats up the majority of my time…and my fiancé gobbles up the rest of it. LOL

SOOOO Enjoy, have a Happy Thanksgiving (for those who celebrate it) and I'll update as soon as I can!

"What's Draco doing in the Gryffindor common room?"

"Now shush. Just because he was in there doesn't mean he learned the password; Harry had the door open so he could enter…along with the other non-gryffindors."

"But Draco is MEAN!" Beryl exclaimed.

"Not always, dear."

While Harry was using his Knowledge of Fred and George's candies along with his knowledge of the Defense against Dark Arts to help Aimee and Hermione, Andrew Legalador was following Albus, who was touring him around the school.

Andrew was beginning to heavily regret scolding his daughter when she had begged him to let her come here…But he still wasn't glad he had let her come. With the reports he had gotten, she was in some sort of mess, and with what he had come in with only proved it.

It had seemed only yesterday that he had been fighting with her about how she would do better to not go to rubbishy schools. But she had insisted and sabotaged his list of potential tutors for her. So, in the end, he had grudgingly allowed her to attend Hogwarts, since it was the closest to home.

But the evening she was supposed to start her journey to the school had been disastrous! She had refused to have her Father or his guards come with her. "I don't need the fanfare," she had told him, "and that's all you will give me."

Later that evening, Hermione walked quietly into the Great Hall. Everyone's eye was on her…and she felt unsure of herself. She was afraid of Aimee's Father, and she was afraid she would not do too well posing as Aimee so that the Duke would believe she was Aimee. No matter how much Aimee or Harry told her she'd be fine, she didn't believe them.

Thankfully, however, Harry's idea had worked and both girls were human again. She looked up at the head table, watching Mr. Legalador apprehensively. But it was inevitable…he summoned her up to see him…and she slowly changed directions from her course to the Gryffindor table…to the head table.

Hermione didn't really know why she was so afraid of Aimee's Father…and Aimee had never explained either. But she did know that she was afraid…and probably had reason to be afraid. She watched the Duke's expression as he followed her progress up to the head table.

"Aimee!" he exclaimed, embracing her, "How are you, daughter?"

"I-i-i…I'm fine," was Hermione's simple reply. "Uhm…Hoe are you, Father?"

The man gave her a strange look and she looked into his eyes....they were very calculating…and that scared her even more.

Andrew looked into the eyes of the girl standing before him. There was fear in her eyes…why was his own daughter afraid of him? But suddenly…it was clear to him. She had called him "Father" and Aimee never called him "Father"

"You're not Aimee," he said quietly. The girl's eyes went wide. "No. You are not my daughter," He said again. Hermione shook her head ever so slightly.

"No, I didn't think so. Where is my daughter? Where is Aimee?" Andrew asked, loudly. The entire Great Hall was suddenly quiet as he scanned the crowd.

Aimee's eyes went wide when she heard this, and she started trying to creep towards the exit. But, her father found her soon enough and abandoned the frightened Hermione for Aimee.

"What is going on here, Aimee? Who is the girl who is impersonating you? Is she the one whom you are impersonating? Stop impersonating each other this instant!" Andrew's voice got louder and more commanding with each word he said.

"We can't," was all she said, staring him straight in the eye.

"What do you mean, 'We can't'?" he was practically shouting by then.

"We can't change back, Sir. We don't know how yet. We're working on it still."

Andrew's face turned a deep shade of purple and he went and grabbed the arm of the cowering girl he had first encountered. "Who are you?"

"H-h-her-mi-ione-e."

"Stop it, Sir! You are frightening her!"

"What has she to be frightened of!?!"

"She has BECOME me, Sir! She is afraid of YOU!"

With that being said, Aimee grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled the trembling girl close.

"What…What do you mean?" He asked, lowering his voice.

"She is me, now Sir, and I am her. But she hasn't grown up as me. She knows my worst memories and fears. All of them," she stated, pointedly.

"Even…"

"Even the memory of my mother… who now, is HER mother. Even the memory of how I.. or better yet, of how SHE got here. Of every thing you have done in my... now her presence. Of everything."

Andrew looked at the bushy haired girl in front of him, stunned. "But.. I-i-i… I didn't think you remembered that…"

"How am I to forget it?"

Dumbfounded, he only shook his head.

"That is why I refuse to inherit your fortune."

Andrew looked up suddenly, shocked, "Refuse to…But you can't! You are my DAUGHTER! YOU WILL TAKE YOU'RE RIGHTFUL PLACE AS DUCHESS OF PORUDDINE!" He exclaimed, screaming at the top of his lungs.

At about that time, Dumbledore came over and lead the hysterical man away from the two girls. Professor McGonagall came over then, to help the two girls back to the Gryffindor common room. "You were very brave, standing up o him like that, ladies," she shook her head, "Very Brave."