Ok, here's chapter 2(: I decided to change it a little from what I told you to expect last chapter, but I hope you still enjoy it! Thanks to the people who favorited & reviewed this story so far! It's the reason I kept writing…soooo, review review review! Oh, and to "The Flying Cat", just a little teaser, her friends will know all about it soon enough. It won't stay a secret the entire story. So, without further adeu, here it is.

Hermione said goodbye to her parents, threw the powder into the fireplace and yelled "Dumbeldore's Office!" Next thing she knew, she was standing in a room with Dumbeldore, Professor McGonagall and…PROFESSOR SNAPE?

What is he doing here? How can Dumbeldore trust him with this?

She quickly tried to wipe the shock off her face and continued to brush the dust off of her clothes. When she heard the Headmaster speaking, her head snapped up. "Welcome back Miss Granger", he said.

"It's good to be back sir." she replied as she sat down in front of his desk.

"Are you ready to begin your transformation?"

"Yes, I am. If you don't mind me asking, why is Professor Snape here?"

"Severus is a very gifted potions master, as you should know after being in his class for 5 years." At this, Snape snorted. "He has brewed some important potions that will guarantee that your true identity is not accidently revealed while you are in the presence of your, umm, new friends."

Oh great, the one person who has the power to make me completely embarrass myself on a daily basis, also now has the power to control my looks. This is just wonderful. No, Hermione, you can do this. Just focus on the task at hand.

"Have you chosen a name and story?" he asked me.

"Yes, sir. I tried to keep it as simple as possible because I know I will have to retell it many times in the first few days. My name is Rosalie Jones. I am from the United States, more specifically Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I have relatives there so I find it will be easier if I should be asked questions about my hometown. I have never attended any school for magic before this one, but have been tutored my entire life by a very smart old wizard. I can go into greater detail about him when the time comes. You, knowing that the real me would be gone this year, sought out another witch my age to attend classes in her place, and you chose Rosalie. That is basically my story."

"Ah, very good. Have you decided on how you shall act? Your personality doesn't have to change, but seeing as you were originally placed in Gryffindor, maybe you should take a few Slytherin traits into consideration."

"I've decided that I will not treat my old friends too horribly, at least at first. I know that to get close to my, um, new friends, I should act like them too. I will let them change me from being a supporter of Harry, to hating him, as I know that gaining their trust is crucial to the plan succeeding. I will still take my school work very seriously though, of course."

At which point Snape scoffed and looked down to see Hermione glaring at him.

"Severus…" Dumbeldore warned, before returning back to the matter at hand.

He stood up and walked over to Professor McGonagall and Hermione followed. Snape preferred to stay in his corner, avoiding them until it was his turn to assist her.

"Minerva, please tell Miss Granger how she shall alter her appearance."

"Alright Miss Granger, repeat these words after me. Morphic Appearienci."

"Mor-phic Appear-i-enci."

"Very good, now this is very complicated magic, do not get disappointed if it does not work on your first try. You will close you eyes, and in you mind picture what you want it to look like, tap that part of your body with your wand, and say the words I just taught you."

Okay, think. tap. speak. Sounds easy enough, right? Wrong.

Black, shiny, long hair that falls in ringlets to my waist. Yes, that sounds pretty. Oh, Fawkes' feathers are so beautiful, I hope I turn out like that. Ah, yes. Tap my head and say…

"Morphic Appearienci."

She opened her eyes when she heard gasps.

Oh please let me like it.

Hermione opened her eyes and let out a small shriek.

"Oh, my, gosh. What did I do wrong?"

"Um, Miss Granger, were you thinking clearly about what you wanted?"

"Yes, I was thinking that I-oops. Right before I tapped my head I accidently thought about Dumbeldore's phoenix."

I have phoenix hair. Fabulous. I kinda like the red and orange, but it's a little outrageous. I'm trying to blend in with the school, not be mistaken for a Weasley gone wrong.

At that last thought, she gave a little giggle and it was returned with a questioning look from Snape.

"Can I please try again?"

She thought about the gorgeous hair, put her wand to her head, and spoke. But, this time she was delighted to see that it came out perfect! She went about changing the rest of her body with more confidence and finished in a little under ten minutes.

"Americano." She said. "I did some research, and found a spell that took away my English accent, and replaced it with an American one."

"Very clever of you." Dumbeldore replied. "Severus, come please…He has prepared a potion that you will have to report to his office once a week to take. It lasts roughly 8 days so try to be there every Friday night. It will ensure your transformation doesn't ware out and suddenly Hermione Granger is sitting in the Slytherin common room."

She shuddered at the thought and got yet another discrete chuckle out of Professor Snape.

I'll show him that I can fit into Slytherin. Haha! I won't ever lose points in his class again! There's actually a plus side to having an evil Head of House. Crazy.

"You will appear in your house and you will side-apparate with me to platform 9 ¾ and ride the Hogwarts Express with your fellow students; maybe you can even get a head start mingling with your new housemates.

Oh joy. A train ride full of gelled blond hair, a stupid girl hanging all over blondie, an Italian, and two boys stuffing their faces. Just wonderful.

Hermione floo-ed back to her house to finish packing, as she would be leaving for Hogwarts in less than 2 days. Her parents told her she looked gorgeous, not that she wasn't always beautiful, they continued to remind her.

Ha! Yeah right, Hermione-know-it-all-Granger, beautiful? Far from it…

One last thought passed through her mind before she slipped away into a deep sleep…

This will be one interesting year.

Somewhere, far away, a boy the same age was tenderly rubbing his left forearm, thinking the exact. same. thing.

Ahhhhhhhhh, cliffhanger! lol sorrrrry for not updating sooner guys, I've been at my Dad's house, withhh, NO COMPUTER! Ew. But, I'm home for a few days so I thought I'd update before I go away again. I know it's not perfect, but this is my first fanfiction I'm choosing to continue and I'm new at all this. So, please give me a break. Lol I have a lot of twists and turns planned for this story so please continue to follow it!

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