Voldemort's Heir:
This fanfic takes place going into Harry, Ron, and Hermione's 7th year. Voldemort's Heir does not follow cannon. The biggest changes are 1. Sirius does not die at the Ministry, the Order manages to rescue him from the veil, and 2. Dumbledore does not die, hence the takeover of Hogwarts by the Death Eaters was not successful.
Now that we got those little details out of the way, enjoy!
Chapter 1: The Secret
Hermione Granger POV
"September first cannot come fast enough" sighed the female member of the Golden Trio, turning the page of her advanced potions book.
This summer, if anything, has been an uneventful one for Hermione Granger. June and July seemed to have passed by in slow motion without the entertainment of her two best friends. Harry, after spending the first month of his summer with the Dursleys, managed to convince Sirius to extricate him from Privet Drive for the remainder of his vacation. According to Harry's letters, he and Sirius have been making up for lost time at Grimmauld Place. Hermione was glad the two could finally spend some time together, especially since Sirius spent last summer recovering from his extraction from the veil. Hermione didn't know what was more difficult for Sirius to recover from, getting blasted into the veil by Bellatrix or the fact that he was rescued by Mad-Eye Moody. Also spending this summer in recovery mode were the Wesleasys. After Arthur's unfortunate encounter with Nagini, it was decided that some quality family time was in order. Of course, Harry and Hermione were both welcome to join, but Hermione did not want to intrude. After all, Hermione planned to get a head start in her N.E.W.T.s preparations, and the Burrow is not exactly the best place to get some quiet study time.
"Hermione, dear, please come downstairs with me." Jean Granger said, standing at the entrance of Hermione's room, "It is urgent." she added.
"Okay, I'm coming." Hermione placed her book on the bed and promptly followed her mother down the stairs, her brown curls bouncing behind her.
Once she reached the living room, Hermione found both of her parents standing awkwardly in the center of the room. She waited for them to tell her what was going on, only to be met with two blank stares. Their eyes seemed to be looking through her, almost as if stuck in a trance.
"Mum, Dad, is everything okay?"
Frank Granger stepped forward, grabbed a hold of Hermione's arm, and began to lead her out the door while muttering, "Hermione Jean Granger, it is time. Come with me."
A crash of thunder sounded through the living room, and light started to pour out of Hermione, causing the Granger parents to shield their eyes and wince in pain.
"Hermione Jean Granger, it is time. Come with me." Jean Granger said, a cold expression passing through her face.
"Why do you both keep saying that? Mum, what's going on?" Hermione asked, beginning to panic at the sight of her parents. Regaining her composure, Hermione shook away all feelings of confusion and sprung into action. She pulled out her wand and cast a diagnostic spell, looking for any signs of a curse.
Nothing.
Jean Granger pushed Hermione's wand hand down, and kept muttering "It is time."
"Mum, Dad, please, let me help you." Hermione held her wand out again, preparing to cast more diagnostic spells, but Frank Granger grabbed her by the wrist and pushed her arm down. He swiftly turned away from her and started walking out the front door.
The two adults led Hermione out of the house and continued to ignore her protests as they pushed her into the car. As if on auto pilot, Frank Granger sat in the driver's seat and proceeded to drive, not bothering to check for incoming traffic. As he made his way through the streets of London, Frank sped through traffic, ignoring stop signs and red lights.
"Dad! Watch out!" Hermione reached over the back seat, grabbed a hold of the steering wheel, and moved the car out of harm's way as a red car sped right at them. Jean Granger pushed Hermione back.
"Please remain in your seat. We will be arriving shortly." Both Jean and Frank said simultaneously.
Hermione sat back and realized that her parents were both acting as if they were imperioed. She racked her brian trying to remember if there was any way to knock them out of it, but before she could come up with anything, she realized her skin was glowing.
"What in Merlin's name is going on right now?" Hermione muttered to herself.
"You are in transition. All is well. We will be arriving Shortly." her parents responded, once again, simultaneously.
"Transition? What kind of- " she started to say but faltered as her skin began to glow even brighter.
Transition was definitely a good descriptor for what was happening to her, Hermione mused. She was, in fact, undergoing a transition, as her body was physically transforming. Her hair was slowly losing its bushiness and was becoming straighter and darker. Her skin was becoming paler and her breasts fuller. Looking up at the rear view mirror, Hermione Granger could not recognize the green-eyes staring back at her through the reflection.
"Mum, Dad…" she managed to choke out, completely baffled by the change, "What is happening to me?"
This whole "my parents are not acting normal" situation was hard enough to handle without the whole "my body is changing, please help".
Frank Granger looked back, his glazed over eyes making contact with Hermione's green ones, and said "Your transition has been successfully completed."
He turned back to the road and continued to drive for around 5 more minutes before the car came to a sudden halt. Both adults then announced "Hermione Jean Granger, we have arrived."
Hermione looked out of the car's window and saw that the car had stopped in front of a huge manor. The two adults got out of the car and dashed to the gates with Hermione in tow. As they walked by the fence, Hermione caught a glimpse of a name engraved on the bars, though she could not quite make it out due to the grubbery surrounding the plaque, making the name illegible. The gates swung open and the family rushed inside.
Hermione soon found herself in a large sitting room with dark gray walls covered in countless beautifully dark murals. Hermione scanned the room, looking for any identifying factors. Whosoever home this was must be responsible for her parents actions and possibly for her change in appearance. Suddenly, the sitting room's doors burst open and in came a dark, hooded figure. Hermione immediately stood on the defense, wand in hand, ready for whatever came her way.
"My Lord." She looked up to find her parents kneeling in front of
"Voldemort." Hermione spat.
She gripped her wand, pointed it at the figure, and a blue light came blasting out of the tip of Hermione's wand.
A/N: Hey guys! I posted this story a while back, and I dropped it because I didn't like where it was going, but a couple of weeks ago I began thinking about this fic, and I realized that now that I am older, I have a better idea of where to take this.
Hope y'all enjoy!
Wiseowl12