Changes-Dramione

New Revelations (Hermione's P.O.V.)

After a furious game of broom tag, which Harry and Ginny joined about halfway through, we all went back inside. I had Draco rub lotion on my back for me because I got sunburned. I rubbed lotion on my arms and legs and then we all gathered in the kitchen for supper. Molly made lots of food, including turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and cranberry sauce. It was like thanksgiving dinner, but on a random Sunday. After dinner and a little chatting, we went home to find there was a strange car  in the driveway. Also my mom's car that we had left at the airport, so they were clearly back. I grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him inside when he tried to casually turn around and walk away. As we got closer I saw the flimsy magic barrier around the strange car. It wasn't actually a car, it was three broomsticks with an image superimposed over them. When we got inside there was people on the couch: my mom and dad, and three strangers I didn't recognize. One adult woman with porcelain skin, blue eyes, and bouncy blonde hair, like the image of a perfect woman. One adult man with dark toffee skin, green eyes, and close-cropped black hair. One boy in his late teens with dark skin, green eyes, and black hair, like a mini-version of the man next to him, but somehow much more handsome. "Blaise?!" Draco asked, shocked. The teenager, Blaise apparently, nodded. "Hey, Draco." The two awkwardly hugged. I walked over to the strange man and woman. I held out my hand. "Hello, my name is Hermione, what are yours?" They both shook my hand in turn. "Hello," said the man, "my name is Gregory, but you can call me Greg, and this is my wife, La-" The woman cut him of in the middle of his sentence lightly slapping his arm. "I am perfectly capable of introducing myself!" Then she turned to me and delicately shook hands with me. Her nails were perfectly manicured, a look I had never been able to keep for more than a few hours. She gave me a blinding smile. "Hello, darling, my name is Lana." I turned to my parents. They both gestured for me to sit between them. I did so, silently questioning their worried expressions. "Sweetie," my mom began. She had a nervous habit of spinning her thumbs, and right now she was doing so like crazy. She took my dads hand. "We aren't your real parents. The Zabini's, these lovely people, are. I'm so sorry. They put a glamor on you when you were young and gave you to us. But the time has come for you to return to your real family, your real life. I'm so sorry." I turned away from her, but then ended up looking at my dad. So instead I walked over to the other couch and sat with my real parents and brother, too, I guess. I turned to Lana. "Can you remove the glamor?" I knew the glamor was the last tie holding me to the Grangers. Both women opened their mouths to protest, but I spoke first. "Please." My voice cracked in the middle of the word. Lana flicked her small wrist and I felt myself slowly changing. "Accio mirror." I muttered to myself. Before I looked into it I looked up, right at Draco. On the ride back we had talked and decided we were going to continue to pretend to date. His jaw was wide open. I giggled, and my voice came out five tones higher. I looked at my reflection, and did not recognize the girl looking back at me. She was a stranger with short rose gold blonde hair cut just like mine had been, purple eyes with shocks of pink around their edges, and fair, porcelain skin just like my real mother's. She was beautiful, unexplainably so. Then I realized. "Is our family... veelas?" Lana was silent for a moment, then, slowly but unmistakenly, she nodded.