Sorry about the wait and cliffy but it's a gudun
It was past midnight by the time that Hermione had been ushered off the bus, she was still marvelling at the fact that she had strength enough to remain conscious after all that she had been through that night. She could barely remember the bus that she had been on only moments ago; all she knew was that she had definitely not slept a wink even if she only had the one other ride on the bus she knew not even a person in a coma could remain so on a five minute drive in the dreaded Knight Bus. It bought a single tear to her porcelain like face to think of the times she had spent being the third in golden trio.
She walked up to the gates, the rain sharper than knives soaked Hermione the core. She felt a film like barrier blocking her way before pushing through it wasting no time or any of her sapping strength. It felt like the calm before the storm as she approached the immense mansion. If she had felt cold standing in the rain it was nothing compared to the approach to Snape Manor, the felt like ice weighing down around her. She almost giggled. What had she expected? Walking in to the home of a death eater without invitation would hardly be easy?
As she approached the large wooden door, as it opened. In front of her was a seething Snape. He opened his mouth to scream and shout at this unwelcome guest, when in barely a whisper hermione said, "Hi Daddy" before collapsing in her third dead feint in two days.
It was several hours before Hermione woke up. De ja vu, she thought as the blinding white light burned her eyes. She didn't dare to hope that all had been a dream and that she would soon be able to hear the quarrelling voices of her two best friends, so she wasn't disappointed to see a pale man pacing in front of her bed with an angry look on his face. As he turned to look at her, his eyes glowing like burning embers when he realised she was awake. He spoke his voice sweet as honey though laced with a poisonous tang, " Miss Granger would you care to explain why you turned up at my home in the middle of the night and fainted on my doorstep!"
She smiled her expression mirroring that of his, " I would be happy to explain that and some of the bits," her eyes glinted at the retribution of making him wait, "if you will cast this spell on me. Corialis porticoli revergiti." She looked to she if he would remember a spell that went somewhat like that, she thought she saw a glimmer of some emotion behind those thickly veiled eyes but assumed it was a mistake. He lifted his wand mumbling the words quickly, looking away from her so she could not see what thoughts troubled him. The strangest sensation came over her as though someone was pulling on her hair gently but firmly, her eyes stung and she blinked them away. Then in a most painful way she was stretched till she could take no more.
When Snape looked at her he copied his daughter and for the first time in his life buckled in to a dead faint. At this Hermione smiled knowing the painful way he would wake up but knowing there was no way to help him. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, ignoring the dizziness that came over her. As she took an unsteady step unused to her new body that was much taller than it used to be. In the corner of the room she spied a full-length mirror. Perfect, she thought.
When she looked in the mirror her reflection took her breath away. Her fuzzy shoulder length hair was gone in its place beautiful wavy black hair all the way down her back. Her spotty complexion gone and in it's place pure white skin pulled taut over cheekbones she didn't even know existed let alone possess. Chocolate eyes gone in place shocking black eyes specked with violet.
Suddenly a loud crack echoed around the room causing Hermione to jump in surprise. She turned to see a old woman looking at her, eyes narrowed with distrust.
"Where is my son?" she asked in a youthful voice.
"He has fainted at the foot of the bed and as I am not strong another to lift him so," Hermione said quickly pulling excuse out of the air in a voice totally unlike her own, it had a French accent to it. The woman, apparently her grandmother let out a bark like laugh muttering something incomprehensive that sounded suspiciously like I never thought I'd see the day. Using her wand the woman lifted the unconscious professor onto the bed Hermione vacated, before turning once again to Hermione. "May I ask who you are Mrs…?" Hermione whispered.
"Well I could ask you the same question? My name is Toria Snape. You?"
" Hermione mam, Hermione… well …er…"
"Get on with it girl!"
"My name is," Hermione looked at the Toria who was staring at her intently. "My name is Hermione Snape," she finally said proudly. She was expecting shock, horror the whole works, anything except what she got.
"Well I never! You must be Nessa's daughter though I must say you're a bit early, I wasn't expecting you for another couple of years!" she must of noticed her confusion, " dear I'm a seer. I knew about you the moment you performed your first piece of magic."
" Have you told him?" Hermione nodded her head toward the bed.
"Of course not! I enjoy seeing him shocked, though you're the first who's ever made him faint. Ruddy amazing that!" she chuckled to herself. " well dear I'm your Grandmother, it's nice to meet you!" she held out her hand to her granddaughter. This is surreal! Hermione thought as she shook her grandmothers hand before being pulled into a hug that could have rivalled even Molly Weasley.
At that thought Hermione let out every feeling she had concealed inside since the moment she had discovered the wretched photo merely hours ago. Over the next couple of hours she watched her grandmother turn every colour under the sun as she told her story. That night they became as close as humanly possible between a grandmother and daughter.
At number 13 grimmauld place the boy who lived was practically tearing his hair out as he had been doing since his best friend had raced out of the house and left him alone. For the first time he had no idea where his best friends were.
"She will be ok!" Fred spoke quietly but everyone could hear him.
"Ok? There are fucking deatheaters running about! Fucking rapists running about!" he threw an angry look at the Weasley's at that, " and you are telling me she will be fine! For all we know she is in the same situation as Percy!" there was a universal intake of breath at that. No one had said anything about Percy so bluntly, everyone had tip toed around it as though it never happened. Harry produced a sneer that could rival Malfoys and turned on his heel before stalking out of the room.
Ginny looked at her brothers aghast faces before trotting after him in a manner most befitting a rejected Pansy Parkingson. "Harry! Baby what are you doing? Come on, I bet I can make you feel better!" she said in what can only be assumed was a sultry tone. The look Harry gave her was a mix of obvious revulsion and anger. He leant in close, so close she could smell him, and whispered in an acidic tone,
"Ginny you were never more than a good fuck for when I was feeling down! Did you ever really think you had a chance with me? But understand this! You are a guest in my house! I am picking up the bills for your parents so you dare think of telling anyone about this and all that will stop and your parents will be on a one-way ticket to azcaban, do not pass start do not pick up 200 galleons?" he laughed a hollow laugh before turning leaving a single comment hanging in the air. "Did you ever think you could be at Hermione's standard?" Bye Ginny thought anger pulsing through her veins though it was not apparent to whom she was referring.
In the room the had just left Fred spoke in a voice deeper than his own, " she will be fine until to who spar for years will meet again and than fate has yet to decide!" George who was still looking at the place where his sister had been turned to face his brother understanding written across his face. He asked himself a thought which would run through Hermione's in a few hours, this is surreal!
A/N right i know this seems a bit random but i'm comin up with all these ideas. also i haven't forgotten Percy he'll cum later.
X Files music press the purple button or no more story evil cackle!