Dumbledore's present
After Breakfast, the group trudges into the family room to open presents. "Open mine first!" pressed Harry, placing a poorly wrapped present in her lap. Opening it, she found a silvery soft fabric. It was an invisibility cloak. "Harry ..." she started, "don't worry, I still have mine, I found this at Grimmauld Place." "Thank you." she replied, pulling him into a hug. Next she opened Neville's, it was a set of sugarquills, that actually wrote, along with a bottle of color changing ink. Ron's present was a set of Hogwarts and Gryffindor house sweat suits, along with matching t-shirts and shorts. Ginny's was a box of candy-scented perfumes, a pair of sapphire earrings, and a matching necklace. Finally, Dumbledore and her parents stepped forward. "Mom, dad, what's going on?" "Hermione, we have something to tell you. We're wizards, the Rengars. We fled from Voldemort. Now that he is gone, we are returning to the wizarding world." Hermione was speechless. "I-I-I'm a PUREBLOOD? " It was then that Hermione passed out.
Hermione woke to Dumbledore's sparkling eyes peering into her face. "Ah, Miss Rengars, how are you faring? Hopefully well,as I still have my present for you." Blinking slowly, Hermione answered, "Well, not much more could shock me, I suppose." Dumbledore sighed, "I am afraid that you will be having much more of a shock. A family trait of yours is, well, a supernatural being fell in love with your 17 times great Grandfather. You, Hermione, are a Tigre Draconis. I have procured a book for further questions. You will find your new familiar at Rengars Castle. I will now perform the spell revealing your true features." With wide eyes and a simple no, Hermione Rengars was exposed for the first time. "Agueris Draconis Lumens"
Dumbledore left to give Hermione some alone time. Getting off the couch, Hermione walked to the nearest mirror. She had thick, straight, chocolate brown hair, with bright blue eyes. She still weighed about 110 pounds, but her height increased to 5'6. "I am Hermione Rengars, Tigre Draconis, Pureblood." She repeated this many times, until she came to accept it. Then her mother, Denise Gr-Rengars, walked into the room, brandishing an 11 inch oak wand. "Hermione dear, how are you? We'll Be moving back to the castle tomorrow. I'm sure this is shock, but" "No mom, I'm fine, really. I'll go pack." With that, Hermione went upstairs, preparing to say goodbye to the life she had known for 17 years.
"Welcome to your new home, Hermione." Kent Rengars ushered his daughter out of the horse drawn carriage, and in front of a castle ½ the size of Hogwarts. A man dressed in a suit came to greet the family. "Ahh, Mr. Mrs., and Miss Rengars, what a pleasure. I am glad you are able to return. Allow me to tend to the horses, your baggage is already in your rooms." The man bowed, and took the horses by the reins, walking off. "That was Francois, dear," said Denise, "he is our doorman. His eldest daughter, Georgette, is to be your personal maid." Nodding, Hermione walked up the sloping walkway, past the garden, and into her new castle. The castle was decorated in a classic, yet modern style. The aura of the indigo and silver décor was edgy, yet comfortable. The entranceway was blue and black charmed cobblestone, with a grand staircase leading up to the ballroom. To the left was the living room, and to the right was the Wizvator. The wizvator allowed one to go anywhere in the castle one desired. As Hermione entered the contraption, she found a burgundy button labeled Mione's Room. The wizvator apparated her to the right wing of the house, in front of a pair of double doors. Gingerly, exiting the wizvator, she opened the doors to her room.
A huge space entered into view. The floor was a lavender shag carpet, with light purple walls and silver trim. There was a balcony, sheathed in deep blue curtains, that matched the canopy bed off to the left. On this bed, there was a large, silver wolf with indigo eyes. Hermione gasped, as the animal leapt off the bed and came towards her. All guards were dropped, however, as said animal stopped, and rolled onto it's back, wagging its tail and begging for a tummy-rub. My name is Aguero, and I am your companion. Thought the wolf, growling gently as Hermione reached an itchy spot. "Hello Aguero, my headmaster told me a bit about you. Could you show me to the bathroom?" The wolf flipped up & sauntered over to an etched glass door on the right. Through this door, Hermione decided, was heaven. A bath twice the size of the prefect's one, and a shower to match. Her personal vanity , in white, silver and lavender, of course, stood off by the window. The floors were indigo tile, and the sink was silver and blue marble. All the towels were lavender with "Hermione" engraved on them. "I need a bath." decided Hermione, turning to grab a towel. Then, a knock came on the door. "Come in!" Her mother peeked her head through the door. "I thought I should warn you, Professors Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagal are coming for dinner, so dress up a little. Dinner starts at 6:45." With that, her mother closed the door and went downstairs. Have Georgette pick out your wardrobe while you bathe. Suggested Aguero. With a pop, Georgette, a pretty girl with long, curly, blond hair appeared. "I can help you for your dinner dress." she offered. "That would be nice, thank you." Hermione replied, before escaping to the heaven that is hot water.
If you haven guessed, Aguero's thoughts are telepathically connected to Hermione, so any time you see underlined italics, its Aguero "speaking."