Ok…. I'm back after a long stressful week(s)! lol. Well, thank you to my one and only loyal reviewer WannaBArtist! THANK YOU SO MUCH! You rock!


So, where we left off, Harry and Ron hated Hermione, Hermione ran away to her death eater parents, and the Grangers are too distressed for words. No biggie! lol. Read and enjoy. AND THEN REVIEW! I want feedback/ comments as well as suggestions!

Hermione landed in a beautiful marble foyer adorned in giant oak doors, stained glass windows, and intricate and expensive artwork. Well, at least they live like the Malfoys, so this can't be too bad. She thought. She picked up her bag and stroked Crookshanks for luck and then sauntered into the living room her parents had been in merely minutes ago. Her mouth dropped as she saw all the valuable and old magical heirlooms and beautiful décor. She almost didn't notice her new family sitting coolly on a beautiful leather sofa on the far and of the room.

She saw them and was even more surprised than at the house. If it was gorgeous, it was nothing on her family, who could rival the Malfoys in looks. The three of them had dark, tanned, skin with lightly freckled faces. Roberta had long, straight, thick, jet black hair and was built like a supermodel at 5' 8" with a slender build. She had dark chocolate eyes and an exotic look about her. Augustus, on the other hand, stood at 6'2' with brown, neatly trimmed hair and a muscular frame. He looked very handsome for his age and looked at least 15 years younger than anyone would have expected. Antoine, their 19 year old son resembled his father in many ways, except he had his mother's jet black hair grown into a rock star shag cut, and had vivid electric blue eyes that did not seem like it could possibly come from this family. He could have easily been a model for Abercrombie and Fitch had he been a muggle. (OK, I'm not big on A&F, but those guys are so drop dead gorgeous……! If anyone want to buy me a birthday/ Christmas present, get me an Abercrombie boy! K, I'm done now!)

Roberta started crying and rose from her indifferent-looking position to hug her daughter. "My baby," she whispered. "15 long years. It's been far too long."

Augustus was standing next to them, towering over the two, especially Hermione who stood at a mere 5' 4". He gently brushed Roberta aside and stroked the top of Hermione's head, brushing back her frizzy, tangled mop of hair. He suddenly pulled out his wand and held it at Hermione's forehead, between her eyes. Her so-called mother and brother, slithered back, looking pleased with themselves.

Oh no! Hermione thought. He didn't get me in the department of mysteries, so now he wants to do me in for good! It's all some big sick plot! And now, I'll die before I ever get to see my parent or Harry or the Weasleys again. All because I was so foolish and rash! Maybe I'll be lucky, like Harry. I hope it doesn't hurt…

Augustus Rookwood glanced down at his daughter shaking with fear and chuckled lightly. How he wished his master could have seen this, now. The Dark Lord would be doubled over laughing, should he permit such foolishness. He lifted his wand and bellowed, "Glamoros Disappora!" (Haha you guys all thought I was gunna kill her! But then there would be no story so I COULDN'T do that!) This was a glamour charm that was placed on Hermione to change her looks to look like an ugly muggle girl while she was under adoption, so no one in the wizard world would recognize her family traits.

"Amber… it is you!" Roberta cried.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"We'll explain it all very soon." Augustus answered as Antoine steered her towards a mirror.

Hermione was standing in front of a beautiful full length mirror much resembling the mirror of Erised (but it's NOT!) and gasped. She was now about 5' 7" and had the same slender build as her mother. She had a c cup size. She had long, straight honey brown hair like her father, but with natural golden-blonde highlights. She had the same tan skin as the rest of her family and her face was also lightly dusted with freckles. She had her brother's electric blue eyes. She was truly a Rookwood now.

She finally turned to her family, and speaking to them for the first time, asked, "Who am I?"

Her father led them back into the ornate living room.


Ok that's my 4th chapter! Hope you liked it. The 5th one is currently underway, so review and I'll have a new chapter in no time! Kisses!