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Chapter 2

Hermione walked through her empty bedroom one last time, soaking in the memories that filled her. Not knowing what to actually do in a situation like this. She would never in a million years have expected this to happen. She, Hermione Jane Granger, to be a pureblood wizard, death eater parents, and her actual name was Hailey Ann Jugson. Well this was just too weird to be true. Her eyes were red with tears as the last one fell down her face.

She hadn't met her real parents. She could hear the shuffling of feet downstairs and the murmuring of voices and she could tell that they arrived.

She turned back to her bed where her diary lay open to what she had previously written about packing and leaving. She walked over to it and conjured up a quill, which she was now capable to do now that she was going to be entering her seventh year at Hogwarts. She chewed on the tip if her quill for a moment as if trying to think of something poetic then dipped her quill in ink.

"Here I am, Once again, I'm torn into pieces."

Perfect personal quote to finish that entry off with. Hermione closed her diary, actually satisfied at that one moment of her day. She could hear her adopted parents calling her down so she quickly placed the diary in her knapsack and headed out of her bedroom.

The walk down the hallway was most definitely the longest that she had ever had. The pictures of her parents and her growing up looked different to her now, quite solemn actually, now that this family was going to be broken up, never to exist again. She slowly grasped a hold of the railing heading down the staircase, in a nervous fix, and slowly walked down.

She bit her lip nervously once she reached the bottom of the staircase. The sight of her parents reminded her so much of the picture which happened to have been taken many years before hand.

Her mother was quite tall, along with her father, and her skin was quite pale, yet flawless. Her nose was perfectly pointed and her eyes were an amber that would make any girl glare in envy. She was one of those people that looked as if she had plastic surgery, but it was very doubtful. Her long hair fell down her back, and Hermione could've sworn she didn't look a day over 30, but that was also highly unlikely.

Her attention turned to her father who was a very tall man, quite a bit of scruff on his face of a goatee. His hair was a dark brown and his eyes were surprisingly blue. His skin was quite dark, and he didn't look the sort to be with her mother, Tiffany. While Tiffany looked quite young for her age, it was noticeable that Derrek was making his way into his forties.

They both didn't have looks of happiness or joy plastered on their faces from having their baby back. Oh no, their looks were of utter disgust, but it was probably from the muggle surroundings, Hermione concluded. She sighed as she stepped off of the bottom stair. Their expressions didn't change in the slightest bit.

"Oh Derrek, there she is" Tiffany said, smirking quite like Draco Malfoy normally would. She'd rather kiss him then go live with these too. Well, maybe she wouldn't go THAT far, but you must get her point that she's trying to show.

Her mother came over and hugged her, smirk still on her face. It was quite the weird hug. It was like one of those quick embraces with a small squeeze. "Well I suppose we should be leaving now" Derrek began, his voice filled with disgust toward Hermione's adoptive parents. Maybe if she got out lucky she could go stay at the burrow for the summer.

Henry and Emily (her adoptive parents) shuffled their feet and quickly hugged Hermione goodbye, bidding her good luck with her new life and such. Hermione's eyes were filled with tears once more as her Tiffany led her to the fire place and handed her some floo powder. "You do know how to use floo, right?" she asked eyeing Hermione up. Hermione nodded and took a handful. "Jugson Mannor" Tiffany said.

Derrek ushered Hermione to follow in the same technique as her mother had just done so Hermione sighed and stepped into the fireplace, taking one last glance around the house and her household objects. If it were up to her biological parents, Hermione guessed that she would never see half of these items ever again for as long as she lived. With her one last glance around the room fulfilled, Hermione said in a small and slightly terrified voice "Jugson Mannor".

Hermione could feel the flames licking at her as she spun around. She tucked her elbows in tightly so she wouldn't get out at the wrong stop. She suddenly felt everything stop spinning and she looked up to see Tiffany looking at her. She seemed slightly relieved that she was out of the muggle household and back in her mansion.

She stepped out of the way for when Derrek would come through the gate, and took a good look around. The house, well actually mansion, seemed like it was from the eighteenth century. The décor took Hermiones breath away. The deep colors of burgundy and green along with the copper tones and brass colors were to die for. Tall pillars in each corner went from the floor to the ceiling. And hanging from the ceiling was a crystal chandelier. The furniture of the roomed looked as if it was antique and Hermione had a feeling if she were to touch any of this, she would have somebody snap at her.

Derrek came through the gate at the moment that Hermione was examining the cream pillars. He placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder which made her jump, a tiny squeak escaping her lips. Although this place seemed welcoming, a dark past could be seen hidden in the darker corners, and Hermione had no intentions of exploring it. Derrek chuckled, but not a heart one, at her reaction.

"Welcome home Hailey" he said quietly. He walked over to the sofa where Tiffany was already sitting. She had made no attempt to talk to her alone. She seemed to have a resemblance to Narcissa Malfoy in attitude.

"Umm, if you wouldn't mind, I'd much prefer to be called Hermione. It is after all, what I'm used to" Hermione said in a small voice that she was sure wasn't her own.

Her father shook his head. "If you're going to get used to how your life is supposed to be, well then things will be like you've been here all along, and not the opposite. We'll stick to Hermione for the first little while, but Hailey is you're name, and it always will be your name." He ended his speech with a nod of agreement from her mother.

Hermione sighed; she knew that she might as well not argue with her new parents. God only knows what they'd do to her. Probably curse her until she said she'd be called Hailey.

"Please, do take a seat Hermione dear" Tiffany said, somewhat kindly. She supposed it was her reaction toward her own offspring. How could she possibly be related to these people? She looked nothing like them.

"You have already gotten our letter explaining why we had put you up for adoption" Derrek began, "But you're probably wondering why we want you back." Hermione nodded. It was if they had been reading her mind, although that would've been just plain creepy.

"Well, as you know, the Dark Lord has been back for about a year now, and he's been recruiting followers now for that time. We don't know if you know it or not already, but yes, we are death eaters" he said, exposing the tattoo on his arm. "And we expect you to become one too."

Hermione's mouth dropped in shock. She didn't think her parents would be this forward. Especially with just meeting her. "You don't understand" she said quickly, "Harry Potter is my best friend, I just can't switch sides just like that."

Her father sighed and shook his head. A flash of something in his eyes caught her attention and she wished she was back in the old muggle house more than ever. "You will do as you're told Hailey. It is your fate. We need you and so does he. Potter doesn't deserve to live."

Hermione gulped. She desperately wanted to argue, but she knew that she shouldn't displease her new parents. The thought of running away during the night struck her mind. "And even though you may not like it here very much, don't even think of running away. We have a tracking device placed on you so we know where you are at all times" her father said as Hermiones eyes were glazed over and she stared into space. She nodded absentmindedly.

Now, if you would like to see the rest of the house, please follow me" her mother said and stood up. Hermione thought she might as well make the best of it and quickly followed her out of the room. Her father scared her, and she would spend as little time with him as possible.

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Hermione snuggled down into the covers of her bed. After her mother had shown her the very large and exquisite mansion, she retired to her bedroom to get away from it all. The moment she had shut the door she began to cry her heart out. She flipped open her diary and started writing furiously. She came to the part where another personal quote would be necessary and thought to herself for a moment.

"I'm restless and wild I fall, but I try I need someone to understand Can you hear me?"

The diary closed just as there was a sharp knock on the door. "Hailey dear, it's Tiffany. Please let me in." Hermione rolled her eyes. She didn't much like the name Hailey, but she could get used to it. She opened the door and her mother waltzed in as if nothing was different.

"Yes?" Hermione asked, trying to make sure her teeth weren't gritted. Tiffany sat down on the bed, leaving Hermione the chair by her bureau. Her room was much different from the rest of the house. Seeing as she was a girl, her parents assumed that they should make it feminine, so everything was pink. Hermione could handle some pink, but when it came to everything being pink, from the drapes around her bed, to her carpet, to the curtains and pillows, well that was just a little too much.

"Now," Tiffany began, "I could tell earlier you were wondering how you fit in with us as you look nothing like us." Hermione nodded, waiting to hear what she had to say. "There was a spell placed on you before you were put up for adoption, a spell that would make you undistinguishable to the Death Eaters to bring you back at such a young age." Hermione's eyes were wide with shock. "So all these years, I've been a lie. My looks, my heritage, everything?" she asked. Tiffany nodded.

"But now that you're back to us, I think it's appropriate for you to have your natural beauty back" Tiffany said. Hermione just looked at her. Did this mean that she detested her looks? Hermione shook her head. "I'm fine thanks. I rather like the way that I look." "Don't be silly child" Tiffany said almost at once. "Your father already said that you will follow up in the way that you have been here your whole life." And with that said, Tiffany tapped Hermione's forehead with her wand.

Hermione turned to her full length mirror. There was in fact a difference, but she was still recognizable as Hermione Granger. Her hair was no longer bush but delicate loose curls that hung down her back and it had turned into a deep shade of brown, which Hermione found herself to adore. She filled out slightly in her curves, and her teeth became straight and had shrunk to a fair size. Her eyes remained hazel, which Hermione was thanking god for, and her skin became more fair.

A gasp escaped Hermione's lips as Tiffany gave her a satisfied smirk. "I knew that would do the trick" she said as she whisked her way toward the door. "Oh and by the way, we're having some guests over for dinner, so please freshen up." The door closed and Hermione knew she would be alone for the rest of the afternoon.

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Hermione could hear her parents calling her down because their guests had arrived, no doubt death eaters, but she had freshened up none the less. Her hair was pulled up leaving a few loose curls to frame her face. She had put some light make up on to accentuate her features. She wore a deep blue blouse with a pair of black dress pants, which she had found were a little more difficult to get on as her backside had grown into a full shape.

She made her way downstairs where low and behold stood the Malfoy family. Draco Malfoy was taking a sip of what looked like some expensive imported wine when he spit it out at the site of her. "Granger!" he asked in disbelief.

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