Miss Gaunt

Miss Gaunt, We're Sorry.

Hermione lay back in her comfy red beach towel, rolling over so that the sun could suck up all of the water droplets that remained lying on her body. She sighed in happiness. It was one month after the war, and she had come to spend a week on a beach in Hawaii before going back to school, to finish her education. She obviously already knew everything, but she really wanted to pass her NEWTs; also she missed Harry and Ginny. Truthfully, she wasn't so sure about Ron. After catching him cheating on her with, it pained her to even say her name, Lavender, she had broken up with him.

That brings her back to the topic of relationships. It turns out that they hadn't found them yet. It broke her heart. As if on time, and owl swooped down and landed next to her. She was curious, so she sat up and took the letter from the (what looked like the Ministry's;) owl. Swallowing nervously she began to read:

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Dear Miss Gaunt,

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Oh yeah, that was right. She had learnt that she was not actually Hermione Granger, but Hermione Gaunt. Voldemort's cousin. When she had found out, she had been shocked. But truth was, she had always felt different from the other Gryffindors.

She supposed it was quite cool to be going back, be in Slytherin, finally be her.

And then it came back to the fact that it wasn't her real parents that she had obliviated, but she still treated them the same. She found out that her real parents had killed themselves off as to make it seem that they had all been murdered, just to keep her safe. So she was the last alive Gaunt. She was a pureblood now. Well, she always had been.

She didn't know how she was going to tell Harry and Ron about this. About her.

Anyway, back to the letter:

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We're afraid to inform you that Mr and Mrs Granger were found dead this morning. They were killed early today in an unfortunate car accident.

On a happier note, we found the hidden vault of the GAunts, as well as their old mansion. We have already got it cleaned up, and you have 3 hairdressers, 2 beauty artists, and a whole committee of Caterers. We would deeply appreciate it if you could return to your Manor as soon as possible.

Miss Gaunt, we're sorry.

From,

The Ministry.

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Hermione took a deep breath.

She thought about it for a few seconds.

She was a changed person. Since the war she had changed. Her body now had curves in all the right places, she had greeny-hazel eves and her chest had definitely grown. She had gotten much more tanned and her hair had flattened out into beautiful ringlets that were nicely ombre. Her lips were naturally plump and a rich, deep red. Her dark eyelashes were long and her legs stretched out beneath her. She was going to change her wardrobe, out with baggy old lady clothes, in with tight, sexy clothes. She was going to be the No.1 girl in the wizarding community.

She was changed. And if she was going to stay this way, people were going to have to get used to the new her, and change with her or be left behind.

She was going to rule the school as Hermione Granger.

She was going to be remembered.

Smirking, she flipped the letter over to see the address of her Manor.

Oh.

Right. Next. To. The. Malfoys.

But, she was a changed person. And who better to know who she actually was, then the best-friends of the Gaunts, the Malfoys.

She couldn't wait.