Hermione finds out the truth about who she really is. Will anything change between the Golden Trio, or will Hermione join the Death Eaters. Find out in Deatheater's Daughter!
Disclaimer: This story was written when I was in seventh grade.
I still had no clue what was going on so I decided to look in the mirror because my mom freaked out when she saw me so it obviously had something to do with my appearance. Right? Anyways I looked in the mirror and found out what it was. My hair had turned black and it was just a curled mess. My eyes had turned such a dark shade of brown that they looked just a shade or two lighter than black. My skin was visibly paler which I have no idea how I didn't notice that before but anyways I was also a lot taller. It has to be a glamour charm I thought to myself. (Professor Flitwick had recently taught us about them in charms class.) I couldn't figure out who my new look reminded me of so I just shook off that weird feeling. After all, it was my birthday I should be celebrating.
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