A/N: A huge hello to all of my current supporters and readers of my fan fictions!And a warm welcome to any new readers who have found their way to thislatest story of mine!
Before any of my fans decide to strangle me for jumping onto yet another new story, let me just reassure all of you that my other stories will be finished…eventually! Don't worry – I have huge,detailed plans in store for those stories currently in progress! However, this plotline is one that I have been stewing over and overin my head for quite a long time now, and I was desperate to at least post the first chapter, and hopefully after this, I can get back on track with my other major stories.
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor claim to own, anything in the Harry Potter storyline,noreven the series itself– J.K. Rowling does. In fact, the only thing here that I own is the plot.
And now…onto the beginning of my story!
Behind Blue Eyes
Chapter One: Realisations
"Hermione, sweetie, it's time to get up now." Her mother's voice drifted hazily through her sleep-shrouded mind, and Hermione groaned, burying her head underneath the blanket.
"Come on, Hermione, get up. It's your birthday today, remember?"
A half-hearted mumble was heard from the bed. Anna Granger glared at the bed, then turned to leave. Hermione's mother paused briefly at the door, long enough for her teasing comment to float across the room to her daughter.
"I'm making pancakes, by the way, but obviously you're far too tired to even eat breakfast…" Anna winked at her husband as they slipped down the stairs, both of them laughing softly as the unmistakeable sounds of blankets being thrown from a bed reached their ears.
Hermione stretched lightly, then sifted through her cupboard and seized a dark blue tank top and an old denim skirt. Yawning, she changed slowly, and then moved into the bathroom and absentmindedly brushed her teeth. Sighing tiredly, she blinked sleepily before leaning over and splashing icy water upon her face. Her hand groped blindly for a towel, and then she quickly patted her face dry before glancing up to view her reflection in the mirror. She promptly dropped the towel.
Andrew Granger sighed wearily as he surveyed a tearful Hermione cradledin Anna's arms.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Hermione said quietly, her eyes shimmering with tears.
Her father closed his eyes briefly, before focusing on his daughter. "We didn't think it was necessary to tell you, and we didn't want you to grow up thinking you were any different."
Hermione sighed. "It's so hard to accept it as the truth, but," she gestured at her face, "This proves it." She sighed once more. "I can understand why you never told me I was adopted, but this is still a huge shock."
Anna carefully smoothed back one of Hermione's now dark brown curls, her eyes full of sorrow as she surveyed her adopted daughter's newly transformed blue eyes. "We suspected, after you became a witch, that your real parents were magical, but this proves it. All the changes – the hair, the eyes – they must be your real features."
"My real parents…it must have been a strengthened Concealment Charm to hide my features."
Andrew frowned. "I never quite understood why they would change your features, or give you away."
Hermione looked thoughtful. "Perhaps because my features resemble that of my family's, and they wanted to hide me."
"Yes, but why would they need to hide you?" Anna said softly, her eyes troubled.
Hermione frowned. "Well…there were rumours once that a few pure-blooded families may have gone against Voldemort the first time he appeared and had to hide or protect their children. And most pure-blooded families have distinct features that run in their bloodlines. It's possible those rumours were actually true."
The Grangers were quiet for a long time, each pondering Hermione's suggestion, before Hermione left quietly, heading towards the bathroom.
Hermione sighed as she surveyed her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes, once a deep chocolate brown, now shone a brilliant blue, and her curls of hair were darker, and fell in glossy, silky waves down to her waist.
"What am I going to do?" she whispered softly. Her eyes flickered over her now lightly tanned form. She was the same inside, and her facial structure was still intact, but her colours on the outside had changed. Tears filled her eyes. "Better yet – who am I?"
Hermione carefully followed Dumbledore inside 12 Grimmauld Place, her blue eyes nervously eyeing the doorway.
"Professor…" She hesitated on the doorstep. "They won't…"
She sighed. "Yes."
Dumbledore smiled gently, resting a hand on her shoulder. "I will explain everything, Hermione. And you have not changed, only your outward appearance has. What makes you the Hermione Granger they know and love has not been taken away."
She smiled lightly. "You're right." She glanced thoughtfully into the foyer. "Still…"
Mrs. Weasley bustled into the hallway, smiling brightly at them. She gazed at Hermione's nervous posture, taking in the obvious changes. Surprisingly, her eyes filled with tears as she enveloped Hermione in an embrace.
"You poor dear." She whispered, her hand shaking slightly as she swept back dark, rich curls of hair.
"Dumbledore told me, and I've told the other children."
Hermione felt tears burning behind her eyelids at Mrs. Weasley's kindness. "Thank you."
She tilted her head up to gaze up the stairs as footsteps sounded upon them.
"Hermione? Is that you?"
She smiled tremulously as she saw a worried Harry emerge from the stairs, Ginny and Ron behind him.
She nearly cried once more as she felt three pairs of arms encircle her, and cheerful voices reverberating in her ears.
Harry stepped backwards slightly, surveying her carefully. He met her eyes determinedly. "I don't care if you look different – you're still our Hermione."
Ron nodded earnestly. "And whoever your real family is, we won't let them take you away, not after they abandoned you."
"Ronald!" Mrs. Weasley snapped irritably. "They may be a perfectly nice family, and may have had a very good reason for leaving their child behind to someone else."
Ron's ears flamed red as Ginny rolled her eyes at her brother.
"If you want, Hermione, we can try to determine which family you belong to, judging by your features."
Harry frowned. "But how? There are so many families with missing children of all descriptions – "
Ginny grinned. "You're forgetting that only pure-blooded families know spells to change their own features for a long period of time. Each family has their own version of the strengthened charm based on the Concealment Charm, and each guards their secret closely, though it is rarely used."
Harry looked midly surprised. "So, if we look up all the pure-blooded families, and compare their features, we might be able to identify which family Hermione belongs to?"
"Why can't we just find a pure-blooded family with a missing daughter?"
All three of the Weasleys simultaneously shook their heads.
"You can't, Harry. Not only would the other pure-bloods be very displeased about someone prying into their history, losing a daughter would have been kept quiet. None of them will admit anything, and it's dangerous to offend a powerful pure-blooded family, and they will resent you for meddling in private matters."
Harry sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "The long way, then."
Ginny laughed as she pulled Hermione with her up the stairs, the two boys trailing slowly after them.
"We'll search the pure-blooded family records in some old books of Mum's, and see if any of them have your characteristics, Hermione."
Ginny paled as she stared at Purebloods Through The Ages. Her hands shook as she swept her auburn curls into a loose ponytail.
"Ginny?" Harry said quietly, green eyes travelling carefully over her stunned form. "What's the matter?"
"N-nothing. Let's just keep looking."
Hermione glanced upwards, gazing sharply at her friend. Her lips twitched slightly. "You're a terrible liar, you know."
Ginny sighed. "I know." She bit her lip, then picked up the book and handed it to Hermione. "I think I found your missing family."
Hermione hefted the book from Ginny's outstretched arms into her own, opening the heavy volume to the page Ginny had marked. Her eyes widened as she saw that the people in the picture all had dark hair and startlingly clear blue eyes that contrasted sharply with their tanned complexions. Hermione's eyes drifted down to read the name below the portrait.
'Zabini Family, 1998.'
The colour drained from her face as the book slipped through her nerveless fingers, crashing loudly to the floor.
Harry and Ron leapt forwards to stare at the picture, each one's eyes widening in horror before they turned to face Hermione, pity welling up in their eyes.
Hermione glanced nervously around the train station's platform as she dragged her trunk towards the Hogwarts' Express. She swung round to face her three friends anxiously.
"What if they are here, and recognise me?" She muttered furiously to her companions.
Ginny sighed and pushed the brunette witch forwards. "Stop worrying, Hermione – the chances that Blaise Zabini or his family will see you are next to non-existent."
"But – "
"I said, no 'buts'! And no 'what ifs', either!"
Hermione shot a glare towards the red-headed girl as they boarded the train. "Well, aren't you just a lovely friend?" She muttered.
Slate-grey eyes narrowed slightly as Draco Malfoy watched the black-haired girl accompanying Potter and the Weasleys board the train. He turned, raising an eyebrow at his best friend, Blaise Zabini.
"Is that her?"
Blaise's eyes followed the girl's pathway down the train, catching a glimpse of bright blue eyes so similar to his own.