It was six months after the infamous battle of Hogwarts, now the school is rebuilt... well nearly rebuilt.
Everyone who attended and wasn't locked up in Azkaban had been granted acceptance into the school once again.
Now, Miss Granger obviously said...
Chapter 4~ Zabini Manor If there is any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors please point them out.
This chapter is dedicated to bellehannififor being the FIRST person to add this story to her reading list.
(Hermione's outfit at the top) (Her bedroom underneath)
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Hermione's POV.
I felt the familiar sensation of what seemed to be like squishing your way through a tiny Capri Sun straw.
Within seconds I landed on a marble floor of what appeared to be a kitchen with a house elf waiting at the door.
"Sophia, can you please get us all a drink, water will be fine," Mr Zabini instructed.
The house elf- Sophia- immediately started filling up four glasses.
"Hermione dear, where is your wand?" Mrs Zabini asked, "Here, but it hasn't been working for like a week," I handed her my wand "Thats because your DNA is beginning to return to its true form, you will need the wand that matches the real you," "Oh, okay, guess I will be visiting Gringotts soon," "Why?" Blaise asked, seriously is he stupid?
"To get money... to buy a new wand," I spoke as if to a child.
"Oh hunny, we're going to buy you the wand and anything else you might need," Mr Zabini spoke as they snapped my old wand in two.
"Oh, erm, am I suppose to call you mum and dad or?" "If you wish, but if your not comfortable, then Jack and Selena is fine," my mum said.
"Okay, mum," it felt foreign calling someone else mum, especially when I hadn't uttered that word in over six months.
A huge smile appeared on my mums face as Sophia entered the room with a 'pop' handing each of us a glass before leaving at once.
"Dad, you said I was under and appearance charm, is it possible to have it removed or not?" I asked my dad, his eyes also lighting up at using the term.
"Yes dear, we can do that if you like," "Please," I begged.
After muttering some incantation, it felt as if a bucket of cold winter was slowly trickling its way over me.
"My dear, you look beautiful," my mother magicked up a wall length mirror.
"Woah," I only just noticed that my father and brother had left the room, and it now became apparent as to why.
I had grown from a solid five foot, too at least five foot eight inches. My skin became tanned, not as dark as Blaise but still a golden bronze. My chest and bum became more prominent which made me smile. My hair was no longer a frizzy light brown mess, it had changed to dark brown, practically spilling down till the middle of my back. Finally, my lips appeared more luscious and my eyes changed from a light brown, to a piercing dark brown, close to black.
