Hello my readers! I have had some blockage with my other Harry potter fanfictions, and I'm going to attempt at a Hermione/Severus pairing. I will(one day) get to the others. See disclaimer in summary.

A/N: This story will eventually contain sexual references, a good Voldemort(but still evil in a way) and a good Dumbledore, except he's extremely manipulative, so that makes him evil. This is OC & NON-CANON. If you do not like the pairing do not read.

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The years of being a freak was over, for Hermione Granger. An above average intelligent girl, at age 11 ½. Her world was completely different after Professor McGonagall had entered her house. Of course, her parents knew the day was coming.

The year she would turn 17, though, her world was turned upside-down and it was one that she would not enjoy.

The summer began in the same way that most did. She would journey home, where she would spend six weeks with her parents. Except that she didn't expect the tragedy that was her life.

The third week after she had come home, Hermione woke early to fix her parents a meal. It was their anniversary today; signifying their 23rd year married. She went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, ignoring the mirror on both accounts of entering and leaving the shower. She put on her normal jeans and a spaghetti strap shirt that was white, putting her hair into a high ponytail. Yet, as she did all of this, she was oblivious to everything that was her.

Heading down the stairs, she managed to slip on the top step and tumble down the stairs. After a minute, she felt a knot coming to the hairline, and possibly a bruise. Looking in the mirror, she did not see a bruise or a knot. She didn't react to anything that she saw in the mirror. Rushing to the bathroom, she vomited in the toilet, before stepping into the full mirror.

Needless to say, her parents woke that morning from a high pitched, terrifying scream. Rushing downstairs, her father was the first to the bathroom door, and realized that today was the day he no longer could keep the facade of Hermione being his daughter.

"What in the BLOODY hell HAPPENED TO ME?!" she near screamed. Her father winced, and her mother put her hand on his shoulder, and he stepped aside to let his wife through. Hermione had begun to break down and cry, and the only thing his wife could do was hold her until she was able to walk to the kitchen where she would undoubtedly have questions.

"Devin" his wife said. He nodded, and readied the owl that they had received not three days ago, apparently awaiting a reply from the letter. He took out a piece of Hermione's school parchment, and began to write.

"The change is upon her. Three days." he rolled it up and sent the owl back to it's master. When he turned around, Hermione was sitting at the kitchen table, and his wife, Lila, was putting the kettle on for some tea.

"Darling, we should have told you earlier."

"Told me what? That I would look like this before my sixth year at Hogwarts!" she motioned. Devin's shoulders sagged. She was right. She looked completely different. And it would be a very, very long conversation between them.

"we are here to answer any of the million questions you have every right to ask us."

"I'm adopted, aren't I?"

"Yes."

"Do you know who my birth parents are?"

"We were friend with them, but after giving you to us, they had to cut contact- only because of the wizarding war. That is all we can tell you about them."

"Is my birthday really September 19th?"

"No. It is today. June 25th. You by every wizarding right, are an adult."

"I have a hunkering feeling-" but she was cut off as an owl swooped through the window and nearly hit her in the head. It landed on Devin's shoulder.

"two hours and my wife shall collect her. Tell her she has no need to pack but a few outfits. We will supply her when she comes home."

"Good lord. Darling, you need to pack a rucksack- they will be here in two hours or less."

"what?"

"Come, I have something for you to read." Lila said before Devin could screw up the last precious moments he had with his daughter.

"ok mum."

Lila took her to the attic. There was a corner of the attic that she was never allowed in, as a child. There was a small basket, probably one that she had first arrived in. had I ever been that small?

"we hadn't heard from your parents for a near decade, before you showed up on our door with a house elf carrying you in a basket, and two letters. This letter, dear, was for you, when your body gave your heritage away. And by their request, we changed your name. So if they call you something different, do not be alarmed. We do not even know your birth name, so besides being told your heritage and being told that they would collect you one day, we know about as much as you." Hermione opened the letter and began to read aloud.

"My darling daughter. If you are reading this, then you have matured into a young adult, and I pray that there has been no prejudice between us, I am sure you would have met us by now, perhaps without knowing, but still. Please, be mindful of the conditions that you were born under. You were born June 25th, 1979, and because you were not registered with the wizarding world until a year after your birth, it would have been why you are in the year of Hogwarts that you are in. within hours of your birth, your father and I had given you your birth name, and then realized, because my pregnancy was kept such a secret, that we could not keep you, otherwise the Dark Lord would have used you, and I could not have bore the fact of the monster touching you.

You must also understand that your father was made a death eater because of his family- it was not his choice, and he has been told that as long as he is told what to do, then his family and whatever children he would have would be safe. In other words, he did it for the future children, and at the present time that I write this, it is only you that he thinks of night and day. Your birth name was given with love from your parents. I do not know what the Grangers' have named you, but I am sure you love your name. But with your new appearance, so is your true name to be used. Your name is Anastasia, or Anya for short. Anastasia Fae. Because of the spell we did to ensure your protection, some characteristics that you may not have noticed you had would be coming into view, and you will most likely be resorted into Hogwarts as Anastasia, and also, you will have to cease your previous identity. Mind you- I will not keep you from the people who raised you- but it is also likely that not only has the dark lord returned by the time you have read this, but that he very well might know of your existence as our daughter. We love you, my Anya. Love, mother."

"Girls, She is here."

"Coming." they said. Hermione tucked the letter in her pocket, before going to her room and packing a few casual outfits that would fit her new body, into her special, beaded purse, she took one more look to see who she was now. No longer was she Hermione Jean Granger, but Anastasia Fae, with no true solid knowledge of her last name. Her height was no longer a meager 5'3, but rather a tall, leggy 5'7. she had womanly curves, her butt was the perfect shape, her breast had gotten bigger, from a simple b cup to a d cup, and he stomach was flat. Her tan, which she had worked hard to get over the summer, had been gone with her new looks. Her skin was leaning towards pale, or alabaster. Her locks though, made her a give away for her heritage, though. The platinum hair was still in the high ponytail, and her eyes had turned a dark, stormy grey. Heading down the stairs, mindful of her steps, she came face to face with the woman who gave her life- Narcissa Malfoy.

OK, QUIZ TIME!

What will Hermione NOT be doing at Hogwarts this year?

S.P.E.W

Studying

Hanging with Ron

Being made to turn spy (under her false name)

100 house points to the first five people that guess it correctly! (which means five reviews, or nobody will ever know!)