(A/N: I am SO SORRY I haven't been on here in 2 years. I feel so bad! I had planned on writing chapters 5 and 6 when I dropped out of college and it never happened. I feel like a bad person for letting all of my readers down. I'M SORRY. FORGIVE ME. I am working currently so my schedule is all weird like since my boss loves to give me odd hours that are never consistent. So I will try to update stories that need it and revamp stories that are in dire need of it before continuing on. But for now please enjoy this VERY late chapter. Again my apologies and I beg your forgiveness. Remember I do not own Harry Potter or the characters. The plot however is all mine.)

This story is rated M for a reason.

Chapter Five: Glamour Gone.

Hermione woke the next more feeling like a train had hit her at full speed. Everything hurt and that was because she had somehow passed out on the floor the night prior and hadn't woken up until now. The tent was very quiet though she could hear Ronald's snoring. So that indicated to her that she had either woken up early like always or it was really late and Harry and Ron were still asleep. She yawned and looked at the watch she had on. The time on it read 8:00A.M. So it was early. Still she had rather get into bed and sleep a little bit more so that way she wouldn't feel so tired like she did now. It was the most logical thing to her. And despite popular belief she really wasn't a morning person. But she really wasn't a night owl either.

She made her way to her bed and climbed in. Even though this tent was magical in that they could live in a house-like setting with a kitchenette and table and chairs it wasn't really meant to be a full time living situation. So as Hermione climbed into her bed she realized something. That weird feeling that she had with her magic last night and the night before was gone. She didn't know how to place it or if she even could. She was too tired and ached too much to really put some thought into it. She'd get some proper sleep first and then she would worry about that and listen to Ronald when he explained how he got his head stuck. She yawned and closed her eyes. Falling asleep in her little bed was easy as saying Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo.

Hermione woke up a little while later to someone trying to awake her up. She slapped whoever was poking her or shaking her or whatever they were doing. "Harry! She's finally awake!" a voice called out. Hermione groaned and looked at the watch on her wrist: 11:00.A.M. Poor Hermione she groaned loudly and threw the covers over her head. Her body was telling her to go back to sleep. She was about ready to comply when she smelled coffee and bacon. "Hermione Jean Granger I've never known you to sleep in so late. Not even if you had tons of homework back at Hogwarts and were up half the night," said a teasing voice. "Harry—" "Don't Harry me. Get up and get dressed. We're celebrating your birthday," he said sternly. She heard Harry shoo Ronald away and she slowly got up and got dressed, magically brushing her teeth and hair. Normally she'd do it all by hand but Harry and Ronald were waiting and she didn't want to make them wait any more than they already had.

She walked into the kitchenette and smiled. "I'm up. Happy?" she asked them. They both looked up from what they were doing and shouted, "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?!" Well it was Ronald who shouted the bloody hell given that Harry rarely cursed like that. Hermione frowned and looked at her friends. "What do you mean what's happened to me?" Obviously she hadn't seen her appearance. She watched as Harry got up and went to go find a mirror. He came back with one and handed it to her. "This is what went meant." he told her. Hermione held up the mirror to her face and screamed, dropping it. Ronald quickly cast the Levitation Charm and stopped it from shattering.

She grabbed it as soon as Ronald levitated it back up to her. "Glad I remember that spell." he murmured. He watched as Hermione examined her appearance in the mirror. "Hermione?" Harry asked concerned for his friend. That was his friend right? She answered to Hermione and her voice was the same as Hermione's. So it had to be her. So why was her appearance so different?

The girl that answered to Hermione examined her features closely. For 18 years of her life she had been accustomed to seeing one face. Her skin had become smooth no acne, black heads, or other skin blemishes and it had become slightly tanned in color as well. Her eyes turned hazel in color with emerald flecks of color glistening here and there. Her bushy hair had become straight brown with natural blonde highlights in several different streaks. There was really nothing left of her former appearance. Her lips were a plump slightly deeper pink than they were before. Her teeth were as they had been before this sudden transformation; small and straight.

"Hermione?" came the questioning voice of her best friend Harry Potter.

"Hmm?" she hummed as she stared at the mirror.

"Are you alright? Is this some sort of glamour for the mission? You know to fool the Snatchers and Death Eaters?"

"I don't know, Harry. I really don't. I don't know anyone that could have cast a powerful glamour charm that would hold for 18 years. I really don't." she said truthfully.

"You mean the appearance you've maintained for the last 18 years was a glamour?"

"It must have been. Because right when midnight hit I was about to go to bed and I remember saying make a wish before I passed out on the floor."

"You fainted?!" came Ron's response.

"Yeah, Ronald I fainted. And since I didn't get up and go look in a mirror when I awoke I can honestly say that I'm pretty shocked." came her heated reply.

"Can a glamour charm last for 18 years?" asked Harry.

"It can if the one who cast it was an extremely powerful wizard or witch." she told him. But that meant that someone had to know her since she had been an infant. She didn't know who it was that had cast such a spell on her that would break on her 18th birthday. She guessed that she would never know.

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