Chapter 12.
When both women recovered and were sitting at the table with a strong cup of tea and firewhiskey, only then did someone
speak.
'How Albus? How is it possible? Only Bill has children. Ginny would still have been in school when she was born.'
'You're forgetting someone.'
'RON! No, I won't believe it. He isn't stupid. Anyway, she doesn't look like a Weasley.'
Dumbledore stood up and motioned for Francheska to do the same. He tapped his wand on her head and said:
'Tomber panne, vielle ancien habit vuira la meme chose batiment les rapports reposer vulira repetitant.'
Francheska felt as if she was underwater. A bright white light surrounded her. She felt her bones grow and shrink, her
muscles tensed and relaxed, tghen contracted, her face twinged and her skin bobbled slightly.
When the light disspareared, instead of a short plump girl of 5'2, with curly dyed black hair and grey eyes, stood a tall, thin
girl of about 5'8. Her hair full of ringlets ending at her waist, no longer frizzy but sleek and fire red, matching her temper. Her
eyes ice blue, although holding a warmth to them. Her features were obviously Hermione, but she looked more like her
father, though not as gangly as he had been.
Molly opened her mouth in horror or shock she couldn't tell. Francheska looked away from her grandmother and saw a full
length mirror in tre hallway. Transfixed by her reflection, she walked towards it and stopped. She toucher her hair, her face,
freckles. She pulled on her hair just to be sure it was real.
Smiling she walked back to her grandmother, her family. The woamn glared in return. The smile fell from her face faster than
Harry had fallen from his broom in third year. Tears automatically filled her eyes as she remebeed her mothers face and
words.
'Don't send me away, please don—'
'GO! GET OUT!'
Mrs Weasley stood up na dpointed at the door with a shaking fuelled finger.
'Molly no—'
'No Albus. YOU — GET OUT!'
Francheska did. She ran.