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Chapter One:

After much deliberating, I'd finally decided that I'd help Dumbledore execute his plan. I had no idea how to go about that though but luckily for me, I wasn't about to go through this all by myself. Dumbledore had already enlisted the help of two professionals, Harry Potter, the professional mischief maker as well as Blaise Zabini, the professional Slytherin male.

Madam Pomfrey and I were having a wonderfully insightful conversation before the two professional idiots stormed in. At least we were in my head.

"Good morning." Madam Pomfrey said happily.

"Why the hell are you so happy?" I asked rubbing my eyes.

"And why are you not, your friends are coming to visit you today. You should be excited about that at least." She replied.

I was about to answer when Harry strutted in, plopping himself on the side of my bed. "Are you doing alright, Hermione?"

"I can't believe that you're actually asking me that!" I rolled my eyes.

"Hey I'm just concerned!" He defended.

"No, obviously you're just an idiot," Zabini interjected.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here Zabini? What's going on? He can't see Hermione like this." Harry stated, in a slight panic.

"Whatever Potter, I'm just here to help." said Zabini, holding his hands up defensively.

"Slytherin's never help with anything, so get the hell out of here," snapped Harry.

Zabini was about to answer but I stopped him, "Shut the hell up, both of you. Now, Headmaster, what exactly is going on?" I asked the man standing behind the two quarrelling boys, observing them with laughter in his eyes.

"Harry and mister Zabini are here to help you with your mission, for the time being at least. You will have no further contact with Harry or any of your other friends when school resumes. From then on you will be dealing with mister Zabini and myself only. Unfortunately I cannot stay and help, some urgent business has come to my attention. If you are in need of anything, Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey will be available to help you. I wish you all the best, but I must be off now." And with a swirling robe, he was gone.

"Albus Dumbledore has left the building," Harry said, chuckling lightly.

"There's nothing funny about that!" snapped Zabini.

"Oh, come on. Elvis, Albus. They're really similar." Harry tried to point out, "So that makes it kind of funny."

Zabini raised an eyebrow, "I still don't get it."

I sighed, "Elvis Presley was a famous muggle singer. They used to call him the king. He had this saying like 'Elvis is in the building!' So Harry's attempting humour by comparing the similar sounding names in the form of a joke."

"What do you mean by attempting?" Harry questioned, I decided it was best not to answer.

I then continued to eat my breakfast while the two boys bickered amongst themselves, but that turned out to be harder than you would imagine owing to the fact that Zabini kept on staring at me as Harry was shooting off threats. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore. "Why are you staring at me?" I asked him.

"You eat like a girl," he informed me.

"I am a girl," I answered.

"Not anymore, and by the way you talk like a girl to," he said. "Your voice is too high pitched." he took out a piece of parchment and quill and began to make notes.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, "I've been a girl for fifteen years. I've been a boy for approximately seventy-six hours give or take. So it stands to reason that my voice would be more high-pitched than the average males, because my vocal cords have yet to fully adjust to the change."

"Well your 'girl side' is going to have to go, no Slytherin guy talks like that," he told me.

"Hey, who said she was going to be in Slytherin?" asked Harry, joining the conversation.

"Dumbledore," answered Zabini. "After all, do you really think that Malfoy is going to trust a Gryffindor?"

"Ah, I guess you have a point," said Harry reluctantly.

"So what precisely does Dumbledore want you to help me with?" I asked Zabini.

"Well, there's attitude adjustment, getting you get a name and the like and I don't know, making sure that you don't act like a Gryffindor and botch things up!." He answered.

"Hey! What's wrong with my attitude?" I asked.

"You're too much of a bookworm and I have to quote unquote, 'help Miss Granger get in touch with her inner Slytherin.'" He explained with a sneer.

"Well, we have a huge problem then. I DON'T have an inner Slytherin." I told him.

"We'll see about that." He said. "Here," he threw some clothes at me. "Put on some clothes so we can get to work."

Harry turned around and waited for me to get dressed. But Zabini just crossed his arms and waited. "Excuse me, a little privacy please." I said, fingering in a circle indicating for him to turn around.

"You're going to have to get used to getting dressed in front of guys, so there's no point in my turning around." He informed me.

Harry chuckled and shook his head, he knew that it was best not to try and argue with me in the morning. "Did you see a question mark at the end of that sentence? I said turn around, so you better turn around this instant." I said in a dead calm voice.

Zabini smirked and turned around right away. "At least she's got some attitude," he muttered.

"Okay, I 'm done." I said, uncomfortably. Even if my fashion sense wasn't too great, I'd still never attempted wearing anything manly and it felt wrong. Very wrong.

"Good now lets get started." said Zabini. "First and foremost you need a name. Now Dumbledore told me that you're supposed to be an exchange student from the prestigious roman school of wizardry, Sehengen. There's a rather long lists of roman names to go through. I suggest you choose one." Finished, Zabini handed me a huge book that felt like it had the mass of a baby dragon.

I looked through about two pages, but none of the names held my interest. After all there's no way I'm going to have a name like Valdo or Sebastian. "I know, how about Sky?" I asked him.

"Sky? That's an awesome name!" said Harry.

"But it's not in the book. Besides, it's a stupid name and not at all roman." said Zabini discarding the name immediately.

"Really? Well I like it and that's that. End of story, Bye-bye." I said.

"What do you mean 'bye-bye?" asked Zabini in confusion.

"It's a muggle saying." provided Harry.

"Oh, well you're going to have to stop using them." Zabini said.

Now it was my turn to be confused. "Stop using what?" I asked.

"Muggle sayings, they'll make everyone suspicious." He pointed out.

'He has a point.' I sighed; this is going to be a long year. "Okay I'll try. So we've got a name now, now what?" I asked.

"Now you study your background." Zabini said handing me a scroll, "Snape and Dumbledore already took the liberty of drawing it up for you." He turned and started heading towards the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" questioned Harry.

"I'm going to catch a nap while you two make it through that memo." Was his simple reply.

We made sure he was gone before we continued talking. "So you're going to help me plot against Malfoy." I asked Harry.

"Yeah, I wouldn't let you do it all by yourself. As you know I have to have a near death experience at least once a year." Harry said playfully.

"Of course what would the world come to if Harry-the-boy-who-lived-to-risk-his-life-once-a-year Potter didn't actually risk his life once a year?" I said.

". So do you have any ideas on how to defeat the blond and gelled one?" Asked Harry

"The blonde and gelled one, what is the little ferret the next Voldemort? Anyway I was thinking if Malfoy thought I already knew his plan, then he would confide in me." I said marvelling at my own genius.

"A Her-, I mean Sky, isn't the whole point of this to find out his plan? If you already knew his plan you would actually have to know his plan and then there would be no point in doing this." Asked Harry confused.

"Harry I've been doing my research on Sehengen and they are known for their students abilities, such as seer abilities. If I transferred from that school, it would be likely that I might have some strange and hidden ability." I said waiting for his 'you're a genius' comment.

"Sky even Malfoy's not thick enough to believe something like that just because your family has this gift," said Harry.

"Well I'm going to make him believe it then, aren't I? I was thinking knowing about what happened in the forest in first year, knowing Gryffindor's dirty little secrets and such. It's the little details that count." I said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Which to me, it was.

"Sky you're a genius!" said Harry approvingly.

Did I call that or what? "You only realize this now?" I asked.

* *

I walked into the salon and went up to the front desk. "Hi I'm Sky, Hermione's cousin." I said. I needed my hair cut, desperately. But I had to have it done in the muggle world. It's not like I didn't trust the wizard hairdressers, but the fewer anyone from our world saw me before I was in full Sky mode, the better.

"Oh yes I can tell, same messy hair. Your aunt already paid when she drooped by earlier. She also told us what to do to your hair. She said we were to stick to the instructions, no matter what you say." said the receptionist.

She called over Helen, my moms best friend. I had my hair washed and was seated in a chair. "So Sky is it? That's an interesting name. Where does it come from?" said Helen striking up a conversation as she began to work on my hair.

"My mum was a pilot, she loved flying. I think she thought it would make me love flying as much as her." I answered.

"And do you?" she asked.

"No way, I'm terrified of flying!"

"You know, its odd, but neither Helen nor Hermione have ever mentioned you before."

Damn! Think of something quick! Yes, got it! "Well my mum and Aunt Linda had a huge fallout about two years before I was born. My mum moved back to Rome. They've only begun to speak again recently. I suspect that's why, they didn't even know of my existence."

"Oh, I see. And where is Hermione anyway, Linda tries to get her in here as much as possible. Though I must say, her hair does look much better than it did when she was younger. I suppose when she became a teenager she became more conscious of it. So, who is this lovely little hairdo for?"

"What do you mean for who? I just wanted a change."

"Oh okay, if you insist. Who were those lovely girls you were talking to before you came in here?"

I cringed at the memory. "I did not enjoy being flirted with by those girls. It was so unnatural." I voiced my thoughts out loud before I could stop my self.

"Oh I understand now, you're gay. I thought it was just my imagination. But you do kind of sound like a girl."

I gasped, "I think I'd like to look through the magazines now. I said with a sneer. I think she got the message because she shut up after that. She was finally finished with my hair an hour and a half later. I gasped when I looked back in the mirror. Oh my Jigglypuff, is that me. I admired my self in the mirror. You know if I didn't know that that was me I was staring at I think I might fall in love.

I still had my chestnut hair but I had blonde highlights by my fringe, which stuck up. (I'm not good at describing the hair but it's in that cool messy style with blonde highlights.)

I left the salon and headed to the coffee shop that we agreed to meet at. I walked in and sat down by the table that Blaise and Harry were currently occupying. "Hey guys!" I said.

"Hey Sky," Harry said looking up. "What the hell happened to your hair?"

"My mom went to the salon to make an appointment and made sure that they wouldn't listen to me so it would be done the way she wanted." I explained.

"Well it certainly looks a lot better. But are there always so many girls in the guy section?" Blaise asked.

"Yes, they always are." I told them.

"Why Sky? I mean I just don't get it," said Harry.

"It's simple, they hide behind the clothing racks and spy on guys." I informed them. Well at least that's why Lavender told me she did.

"You know that damn hairdresser thought that I was gay!" I said, getting angry again.

"Well Sky technically, you are gay. I mean you do like men, right?" asked Harry.

"Well of course I like guys! What kind of question is that?" I asked.

"Well then Harry is right. You like guys and you are a guy. That equals gay." Blaise said.

"Why you, damn it, I guess you're right. Well what do I do about it?" I asked.

"You need to compensate for your manly hood, or lack of It.," said Blaise.

"Oh, so what do you suggest that I do Mister manly hoods?" I asked not really wanting to know the answer. Just then my cup of coffee arrived.

"Easy, get a tattoo." He said simply.

"What!" I screamed spitting out my coffee.

"Well you've been learning to be a guy for two months but you still have girly glitches. You talk like a girl, you eat like a girl and you drink coffee," said Harry.

"I'll have you know that guys do drink coffee." I informed him.

"Sure if they're thirty or something. Not sixteen. Come on Hermione, It's your only choice." Zabini said.

"You know, you've got a point Zabini. Why don't we go do that after lunch? I said sarcastically.

"Wow, I didn't think you'd cave in so quickly," Harry said stunned.

"Ever heard of sarcasm?" I asked. Harry made a face at me, "Oh, very mature."

"Come on Sky, what kind of Slytherin are you going to be without an inch of manliness?" Zabini asked.

"A very usual one," was my reply. Zabini sneered as Harry laughed. As far as I was concerned, this discussion was over.