Chapter 1
Eylia stands in front of the big mirror in her slytherin green room. She is wearing some muggle cloths that her mother got her. It´s tight, blue jeans and a brown, comfortable sweater. She is looking at herself in the mirror and she likes what she sees. Her dark brown hair is long and in soft cruls. Her eyes is chocolate brown and is twinkeling in the sunlight that comes from the grand window that shows the beautiful garden outside. But soon she is not going to look like she do now. She is going to change her hair and she is going to play some one els. She is going to be the muggelborn Hermione Granger, a know-it-all mudblood. She have got a mission from her father. She has to befriend the famous Harry Potter so she can help her father to take over the world and in some years she or her father is going to kill The-Boy-Who-Lived. All these years when everybody thought that the Dark Lord was dead he has been hiding and raised his daughter and maked up a new plan. The plan that can´t fail.
Her examination is interuped by a knock on her door. She take one last look and then gos to open the large, black door. Outside was her father in the shape she was use to, as Tom Riddle, her father. His perfect dark brown hair and his hazel brown eyes glistering of excitening.
"My daughter", he greet and step into her room like he desined, after her cammand, with magic. I have a queen size bed with silver and green duvet. There is a black door on the opposite wall then the bed. Behind that door is a walk in closet full of clothes from cassua to formal. There are a lot of shoes too. There is flats, pumps and Jimmy Choos in all colors and styles. Of curse there are many other shoes too.
"Father", I replay him in the cool voice he had taught me. I turned back to the mirror and looked at my face for the last time for a long time.. This was one of the times when de test me to se if I can coltrole myself and hide my real emotions. If i could do the job. I know what is coming and soon i won´t be me in a long time.This was it. The moment me and my dad has bin waiting for. I should go to Hogwarts for my first year, but not as Eylia Riddle daughter of Lord Voldemort. I was going as the know-it-all, mudblood Hermione Granger. This was the way to win. I was going to help my father to kill Harry Potter.
"It´s almost ten o´clock. It´s time to leave", my father told me. His emotionless mask was starting to crack and it almost looked like he was going to cry. The acting-time was over and i turned around so I faced my father ones again and closed the space between us. I warped my arms around him and after a second he did the same.
"My little girl", he sobbed. "Al grown up and going on her first mission al alone. I´m gonna miss you so much", his voice was now cracking. It wasn´t often he showed this much emotions but it felt good that he still was my sweet daddy. Now at al that emotionless that everybody seems to think.
"I´m gonna miss you too, daddy", I replied. When we finally let go of each other we dried our tears and put our masks back on. Now to business.
" Now", he started, " It´s time for your transformation. You can the spell, don´t you?" I nodded my head. I took a deep breath. I said the spell and waved my wand in the form of a star. It started to tickle on my stomach but then it transformed into an almost unbearable pain. On the same time it felt and looked like i was in space. It felt hard to breath.
After what felt like an hour the pain stoped and I was back in my room. I was lying in the floor and my father was on his knees beside me. He had a worried look on his face. When he saw that i had opened my eyes he sighed in relief.
"Are you okey, sweetie", he asked? I nodded my head and sat up. I was still a bit dizzy but other then that I felt good. I tried to stand up but I fell. My father catched me and kept me steady. Then I rememberd why I did the spell. I slowly walked forward towardes the mirror. When I saw my reflection i gasped. There was a girl with light brown, fizzy hair and hazel brown eyes. Her front teeth eas a little to large and her body was a little more plump, not plump but a little more then Eylias usual,well traind body.
" I´m not going to be the most beautiful gild at Hogwarts", I constateted. I liked my old body better but this wasn´t totally wrong. My father gave me a half smile and caressed my hair.
" It´s time to go, sweetie", was al he said and we walked out my room. Al i had in mind was that now my life will change.