**Disclaimer**
These characters are not mine. They belong to J.K Rowling and the rest of the Harry Potter fans out there. This is simply a fanfiction of mine.
This AU is non-magical. In it, Harry's parents were brilliant, kind millionaire's that wer...
Hermione sat back in her chair with her eyes closed. She had never been to such professionals. "You can open your eyes, dear," Annabeth chuckled at the girl. When Hermione walked in, her bushy hair was kept down and pleading to be set free. "All you needed was a better conditioner. Look."
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Hermione Granger was silenced and astounded. Her hair looked pretty. It wasn't bushy and untameable like it usually was. Her brown locks were shiny, full and light. "No heat needed. You have wavy hair, Hermione. Learn more about type 2 hair." Annabeth smiled. Hermione touched her hair in disbelief and looked at herself in the mirror. A new closet, new hair and even a newfound love for herself were obtained in one day. Harry got her these things and she loved them.
By his side, she felt stronger and braver. Hermione Granger stood and saw herself. The self that Harry saw every day regardless of what she wore. And all was wonderful until she heard a crash. She and the other girls turned to the source of the noise and saw two frightful men trying to break down the doors. "Weapons, ladies!" Annabeth yelled. All of a sudden, the women began wielding sharp katanas and knives. Hermione stood behind Annabeth in absolute fear.
"Give us the girl!" yelled one of the men. "No." Annabeth stood her ground firmly and gave her assistants a signal. The two behind attacked the men with brute force and aggression clearing a path to the door for them. "Come on," Annabeth pulled Hermione to the exit and out of the salon. "We need to get you to Harry. If there are two, then there's probably more."
Annabeth gave Hermione the most earnest eyes in the world. "What's happening? Who are those guys?" Hermione asked frantically. "Death eaters. Now we have to go no-
All of a sudden, the piercing shrieks of Annabeth Chase alerted to the air as a sharp dagger was thrown through her thigh. Hermione saw the blood run like a raging river onto the girl blue jeans and nearly panicked. When they turned in the direction of the weapon, the girls saw London loveliest lunatic, Bellatrix Lestrange walk in gracefully adorned in all her madness. "Now, now girls. Woman to woman, don't you think it would be better if we sorted this out? Blondie gets to walk out here alive as long as the Potter's girl gets to come with us." the psycho threatened with a wide grin.
"Never!" Annabeth shouted in pain as Hermione held her up. Bellatrix reached into her pockets for another one of her trusty knives to throw, but as she was about to aim for the girls' heads she felt a sharp pain launch itself into her right shoulder and heard a loud pow. Hermione's eyes shot to the source of the sound and she was shocked to see a dark Harry Potter with a Webley in his right hand and a face that embodied anger. The girl had never seen the boy so upset and it lowkey scared and turned her on.
"Next time your bitches try to kill me, bring more than five of them. Or at least five guys that don't have a combined IQ score of 1." Harry shouted as he walked towards the angered woman. "YOU LITTLE BASTARD!"
Hermione and Annabeth ran away while Harry distracted Voldermort's henchmen and his lover/lieutenant. The girls ran far from the chaos, Hermione helping her down flights of stairs, and got to the first floor where they could practically feel the safety of Harry's car calling to them. "We're almost there. Just hold on." Hermione said to Anna. She was becoming more and more feeble but Hermione was insistent that they both leave the mall alive. As the door opened and the red Tesla graced their eyes, a sense of relief hit them.
