she loves me

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Hermione Granger. The brains of the golden trio, the bland smart muggleborn gryfindor girl no one paid much attention to unless they want the answers to the potions homework Snape set a week before.

She was used to it though. She was useful and lucky that anyone even spoke to her, especially Harry and Ron.

Today was her birthday and exactly two weeks until she was going back to Hogwarts for her sixth year and one week until she was going to the Burrow with Harry.

Currently she was still laying in bed, she had a tradition that she woke up at 5am on her birthday since she was born at 6:13am and would celebrate her birthday a little by herself before she went to get ready and see her parents.

"10, 9, 8, 7..." She whispered into her pillow as she counted down the second before her birthday had truly begun.

"4, 3, 2..."

But just as she hit 1 she let out a blood curdling scream. Her body was convulsing with pain and she could feel her body changing at a rapid pace. For a moment she was completely blind and her screaming must've deafened half the street. Then it stopped.

She opened her eyes and it felt as though she had just woken up after a very long nap wherein she had fallen asleep in an awkward position. She tried to stand up but needed to lay back down as a small shiver of pain ran through her body.

"Damn it." She whispered under her breath, voice still hoarse from the previous screams.

Eventually she was able to stand and limped towards her desk, her body felt different. It was like someone had run thousands of electric currents through her body and she had changed. Like Frankenstein. Something was wrong.

She opened a drawer and attempted to find a mirror of some sort to give her some sort of assuring measure to what she was feeling. Finally she found a small silver mirror that Ginny had given her for her birthday a few years before that she had sadly never found the time to use.

Then she screamed again.

The reflection in her mirrors was not hers, she was sure of that. The woman in the mirror had icy pale skin that the Malfoy's would kill for and dark ebony hair that fell in curls down her body ending around her lower back. Her eyes were brown and shone as she frantically scanned her face for any sign of the Hermione Granger she had fallen asleep as.

She looked like someone but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Hermione dear what's wrong-" Helen Granger and her husband stood just outside Hermione's door but paused as they saw their daughter's new body. However they simply looked unsurprised.

"It's happened, George get Cissa on the phone." Helen said as she sat down on Hermione's bed, her husband dialling a number on his phone while he walked away.

Hermione was silent, her eyes frantic and afraid. Helen took that as her cue to speak.

"Hermione darling, when you were a little girl your father and I adopted you from a wonderful family for your safety. Since I could not have any children we were your family's first choice." Hermione sat down next to her adopted mother with curious eyes.

"When you were born, being in your family was dangerous to say the least. Especially as a baby, but your family said on your sixteenth birthday the charms that were placed on you to keep you safe would disappear and they would return to bring you back you your real family."

"Your family will be here to collect you very soon I promise but just know I will always love you like you were the girl I raised." Helen said as she allowed a tear to fall from one blue eye.

Hermione was still slightly confused but it all made sense now. There were no pictures of her mother pregnant with her or any record of Hermione turning any age under 5 in the Granger household. She felt more secure in this body, more free.

"I love you mum." Hermione whispered embracing her adoptive mother.

They stayed in that position, teary and hugging on Hermione's bed savouring the last moment they would spend as mother and daughter for what most likely would be forever. Until George returned and said Hermione's family was coming to collect her very soon.

"Good bye 'Mione darling." George said softly to his adoptive daughter as they hugged.

"Now, Your mother gave us an outfit when you were given to us, that she knew would fit you in your 16th birthday.'' Helen said with excitement "Do you want to try it on?"

...

Hermione stared at her reflection in the full length mirror in her bathroom. She had combed her hair slightly and her mother had braided the front sections, black hair framing her face in the most elegant manner. The outfit her mysterious mother had gifted her fit her like a glove.

It was emerald green and velvet, hugging her hips and waist and the dresses skirt just ending the middle of her thigh. Her but was accented in a tasteful way and showed the skin just above her bust in a square collar and corset top. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever worn.

"Hermione dear, your family is arriving."

Panic swirled in the newly raven haired girls stomach. What if her mother decided she was a disappointment after all and didn't want her? Would she be accepted? Who even was her family?

She arrived at the bottom of the stairs and found her adoptive parents opening the doors to 7 people, some carrying broomsticks.

One woman stood out to her. They shared the same pale skin and ebony hair except her's was wilder and more manic then Hermione's she stepped into the house as Helen greeted her.

"Helen lovely to see you but where is my daughter?"

She removed the dark sunglasses she carried and Hermione gasped revealing herself to her mother.

Her mother was Bellatrix Lestrange.