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Hermione	By : SweetHoney Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 7785 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lyra twisted and turned as she examined her reflection on the mirror, examining her final look. After the "incident" involving her hair, Lyra told her uncle and aunt that she would like to choose her disguise by herself. At first, she was thinking of asking her uncle to glamour her hair blonde, like her aunt, and have gray or blue eyes, but banished the ideas after careful consideration. She realized that she was thinking of making herself look like her uncle and aunt. It could be that sub-consciously she thought of herself as being their real daughter and was taking this opportunity to look more like them then her actual parents. Lyra closed her eyes and pushed the thought away and continued to observe herself. She imagined having straight brown hair, instead of curly, black, and hazel eyes, in place of her natural dark brown ones, with tanned skin in place of light.

"I need a new nose and lips." she told herself. Lyra wasn't certain if it was fortunate or unfortunate for her to have inherited the Black family's distinctive and well know nose, thin lips, and jawline.

She picked up the Muggle magazine that Veralidaine had borrowed from one of her older cousins on her Muggle mother side of the family, and turned the pages. She pulled out the images with young women on them and lined them side-by-side in order to study their facial features.

Meanwhile, Veralidaine lay on Lyra's bed, flipping through the pages, and giggling every once and a while.

Curiosity finally got to her, Lyra looked over Veralidaine's shoulder to see the photo. "We're suppose to be looking at female Muggles, not males."

"I know. I told Lisa to only give me the ones with lots of girls." Veralidaine giggled, "She must've accidentally put this one with the others by mistake. Isn't he handsome." she pointed.

"He's a half blood." Lyra said, casually.

"What? How did you know?"

"His nose."

Veralidaine stared at Lyra for a moment and studied the Muggle's nose. "Looks familiar..."

"He's a Muggle. Him too, and him. He's a half blood. He's a Muggle" Lyra said as she looked at each of the men on the page.

"How can you tell?"

"His eyes are too far apart."

"And that makes him a Muggle?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Veralidaine wondered.

"Uncle Lucius said so."

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"Relax." Lyra said to Veralidaine, gesturing towards a glass of water.

"I'm so excited!" Veralidaine squealed, "We're going to Hogwarts tomorrow!" she shouted, hopping up and down on Lyra's bed.

Normally, Lyra would tell her to stop because she feared Veralidaine would fall and hurt herself. But just this once, she decided to let her have her fun.

"Hello Draco." Lyra greeted her cousin who was standing behind her door.

Veralidaine ceased her jumping and stared at Lyra, who wasn't looking at the door but at the vase on the nightstand.

"Are you coming in?" asked Lyra.

Veralidaine remained quiet and waited, her eyes moving from Lyra to the door.

A few seconds later, Draco emerged, pushing the door open and shutting it quietly behind him.

Veralidaine caught herself before she could squeal at the sight of him. Draco maybe a year younger than her, but he's just so handsome just like his father. She always imagined how gorgeous he'd be when he's older. She giggled at the thought, but instantly stopped when she caught Lyra's eyes.

"I couldn't sleep." Draco sneered, "With you and your mate here being so loud."

"Loud? How could you hear us? Uncle Lucius placed a silencing charm in here."

Veralidaine placed her hand over her mouth to cover her smile. Lyra had caught Draco on a lie.

"You calling me a liar?" Draco would have sounded convincing if his voice wasn't trembling.

"Veralidaine, excuse me for a moment will you I need to speck to my cousin." Lyra said.

After the witch nodded, Lyra motioned for Draco to follow her to his room. Draco snorted at her action, but followed her without any more complaints.

"What's wrong?" Lyra asked Draco as soon as his door was shut.

Lyra knew that Draco was anxious about going to Hogwarts tomorrow. For the first time in his life, Draco was going to leave the shelter of his mother and father and he was terrified. She pretended like she didn't know, because it would upset Draco even more. She hated it when she knows about his thoughts and feelings before he would actually feel them.

"How did you feel?" Draco asked her in an uncharacteristically shy manner.

"How do I feel about what?" Lyra played dumb.

"About," Draco paused as he pressed out his bottom lip, then bit it, "about leaving." He whispered the words, then gasped like he just said a curse.

"I was scared." She told him honestly. "I almost cried."

Draco gasped once again, "You," he pointed at her, "you almost cried? But you never cry!"

Lyra smiled, it seemed her words had shocked him enough to make him forget his fear and anxiousness.

"Everyone cries, Draco." Lyra said, "Or did you forget about last week?"

Draco blushed at this and pressed his lip together. He knew that Lyra was referring to the incident that happened last week, when Draco was in Diagon Ally with his father and they ran into an associate of his father and his wife. Draco smiled and greeted the couple politely as Lucius expected but became angry when the man's wife commented on what a pretty little girl he was. Lucius patted Draco's shoulder, signaling him to hold his temper and kindly informed the couple that this was his son. The witch quickly apologized but the damage was already done as soon as they returned home, Draco had a fit, screaming and crying to his mother about how rude the ugly, evil witch was.

"I'm not pretty! I'm handsome!" Draco shouted in frustration, stomping his foot, about ready to have another fit.

"Lower your voice, Draco." Lyra said.

Draco instantly closed his mouth, Lyra's cold and authoritative tone was much like what his father sounded like when he'd misbehave. He stilled his movements and straightened his back, when that tone's being use it means that he's in trouble and will surely be punished. "Sorry." He reflexively said in a low voice.

"No, I'm sorry." Lyra apologized, "I should not have brought that up, knowing how it upsets you."

"Well," Draco replied, gazing at her in the same fashion his father usually did with him. "I'm glad you respond-still-ly admit your mistakes." he repeated what his father had said to him last week after his mother convinced him to apologize to his father for throwing such a tantrum.

Lyra smiled at Draco's attempt to resemble his father's sophisticated stance and how he poorly pronounced the words.

Draco puffed his chest out, proud of himself. "Next time do not behave in such a ride-dick-you-less manner." he ended with a nod.

Lyra bit her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing. Meanwhile, Draco curiously arched his eyebrow at her. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." She managed to cough out. "I need to go to the bathroom."

After Lyra shut the bathroom door, she bust out laughing. She couldn't help it, her little cousin was too adorable. The reason why she had to go in to the bathroom to laugh was because Draco would certainly throw a tantrum at this.

"Are you done yet?" Draco asked her through the door. "I'm going to bed."

Lyra exited the bathroom as Draco made himself comfortable on his bed. "You can leave now." He told her, waving her out.

"Want me to tuck you in?" Lyra offered, leaning against the door.

Draco sent her a determined look. "I'm starting Hogwarts tomorrow that makes me an adult, now."

Lyra nodded, humoring him.

"Adults do not need to be tucked into bed." He stated as he yawned.

"You're absolutely right." Lyra said as she walked to him and kissed his head. "Good night." she said, stopping at the door and waved.

"EW!" Draco exclaimed, wiping the area she had kissed. "I'M TELLING MY DAD ON YOU!" He screamed as she shut the door.

Lucius was about ready to retire for the night with Narcissa, when they heard the screams of their son. Alarmed, Narcissa hurried out but was stopped by Lucius. He calmed her and took his wand out and walked to Draco's room just in time to see Lyra emerged, quietly shutting the door.

"What happened this time?" Lucius inquired.

"I kissed him good night." Lyra told them.

"I see..." Lucius drawled. And he was screaming as if he was deeply wronged...

"I told you it was nothing." Lucius said to Narcissa.

Narcissa ignored him and reached for Draco's door.

"He said he doesn't need to be tucked in." Lyra informed her aunt, "He's an adult now."

"But -"

"Narcissa," Lucius said calmly, taking her hand and leading her back to their room, "he wants to be an adult."

"But he is not." Narcissa replied, defiantly. "He's just a boy. My little boy."

"And he always will be." Lucius assured her. "Good night Lyra." he said glancing at his niece. "Have a good rest. Tomorrow is going to be a very long day."

"Good night." Lyra said.

As she entered her room, Lyra found Veralidaine already asleep on her bed. Smiling, she put the blanket that Veralidaine had kicked off her in her sleep, over her.

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"Ohmygodsohmygods." Veralidaine chanted. "I can't believe we're on the Hogwarts Express!" she squealed.

"Take deep breaths." Lyra told her, holding her shoulders so she wouldn't start hopping, again.

Veralidaine was silent throughout their journey there and when they stepped on the train. Lyra knew it wouldn't last and was waiting for her to lose her silence and explode in a complete Veralidaine-like fashion. Sure enough, the moment they sat down in the compartment, and Veralidaine was over the initial shock, she began hopping about the small area like a rabbit.

"Ohmygodsohmygods." Veralidaine continued to chant. "I can't believe we're on the Hogwarts Express!" she squealed once again.

"Veralidaine!" Lyra exclaimed, firmly shaking her by the shoulders. "Get a hold of yourself."

"I - I'm sorry. Ly - Hermione - I'm sorry." Veralidaine apologized. "I'mokaynowI'mokayI'mokay -"

"Would you like me to slap you?" Lyra politely offered.

"Yes," Veralidaine replied, "hard."

"All right." Lyra raised her hand and slapped the witch with medium force, not wanting to really hurt her.

"Thank you." Veralidaine said, cupping her stinging cheek. "I feel so much better now." And she truly did.

"Good. Now, when we are in Hogwarts we have to call each other by our new names. Even when we are alone."

Veralidaine nodded, "All right, Hermione Jean Granger."

Lyra decided on Granger as her surname when she had met a little Muggle girl crying for her sister, while she was shopping for Muggle robes with Veralidaine. The little girl's name was Jane Granger and her sister was Jean. The Muggle girls were out shopping with their aunt, who's name just happened to also be Jean. Both Jeans were quite grateful when Lyra returned Jane to them and thanked her. They were the first Muggles Lyra had ever met, let alone speak too, and they were not as she had expected. They were... kind...not at all like what her had uncle told her of Muggles.

Lyra borrowed the Muggle's surname because, if anyone were to ever look into her background as Hermione Jean Granger. They would find a real Muggle family with that name. And Jean, the younger one, was around Lyra's age and the had the same height as her. If she, Lyra, were to disappear - when her role-playing was done - everyone would think that the Muggle girl was her. Lyra, with the help of her uncle, would spread rumors that Jean Granger lost her magic in a horrible, unavoidable, accident and decided to leave the Magical world, to live her life as a Muggle. If someone were to search for her they would find a Muggle girl who knows nothing of the Magical world, and think she was so traumatized by the accident that she completely erased the Magical world from her memory.

Considering the meeting as a good sign, Lyra and told her uncle Lucius of her plans. He thought it was brilliant and complimented her for thinking ahead. He also told her of his plans of making her - Lyra Lestrange - seem like she was still attending Durmstrang Institute, by paying the Headmaster, Igor Karkaroff, to keep her name on the roster. Lucius told Igor that he had transferred Lyra to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and to keep her name on the roster - put down that she was still attending classes - encase she didn't like Beauxbatons and wanted to return to the Durmstrang. This knowledge - and the fact that an ex-Death Eater was her former Headmaster, coincidentally took up post at Durmstrang right after Lucius decided she would go there - prompted Lyra to wonder how long had her uncle had planned this. For all she knows, Lucius might have planned this ever since he had confirmation that Harry Potter was the one who defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named - he even had a pensieve bowl ready for her and Veralidaine to put their memories of their real lives in!

"Yes and you are -"

The witches were suddenly interrupted by a knocked on their door.

"Excuse me." round-faced, boy with a short, plump build and blond hair said, peeking his head in. "Sorry, but have you seen a toad at all?"

"No." Lyra replied.

The boy, no doubt a first year - like them, miserably gazed at the floor. "Thank you." He said softly and closed the door, pulling his truck down the aisle with him.

"What was that about?" Veralidaine asked.

"I think he lost his familiar." Lyra assumed, since he was asking about a toad.

"Right." Veralidaine nodded, pulling her familiar from its cage and stroked its fur. "L-Hermione, why didn't you bring a familiar with you? I'm certain your uncle would have bought you with one."

"I don't want one, now." Lyra said, patting the familiar's long ears.

"Why not?"

"Because if I got one, Draco would demand one as well." Lyra told her, "And I don't think he is responsible enough. I want to wait."

"Why are the beds so thin?" Veralidaine suddenly asked after finally observing her surroundings.

"These aren't beds, they're seats."

"Seats?"

"Excuse me, have you seen a toad?" the same boy from earlier asked once again.

"No." Veralidaine replied.

Lyra watched as the boy's eyes saddened as he thanked them. He was about to close the door and leave, when Lyra suddenly felt a compulsion to stop him.

"Wait."

The boy stopped and looked at Lyra. "Yes?" he said politely.

"Want to come sit with us?" Lyra asked, feeling as if she was bewitched to ask him that question.

"I - I- I have to look for my toad." He nervously told them, sucking on his bucked teeth.

"Will you come in and sit down."

"I-I-"

"You must be tired from your search. I saw you walking pass our compartment three times already."

"I-I- s-suppose I could."

He stepped in and stood in front of the door, frigidity with his fingers.

"Please sit." Lyra offered.

The boy did as he was told without protest.

"I'm Hermione Granger." Lyra introduced herself, unknowing she was smiling at him.

"I'm Neville..." He said, "Neville Longbottom."

"Longbottom?" Veralidaine repeated, giggling.

Veralidaine remained silent when had Lyra invited Neville in because she was curious as to why Lyra did it. She did not understand this - Lyra smiled at him! In all the years that they have known each other, Veralidaine never knew Lyra to be so friendly to someone of the opposite sex that she just met or letting them be in such close proximity to her.

"Longbottom?" Veralidaine inclined her head. Now that she thought about it. Why does this name sound familiar?

"Longbottom?" Veralidaine repeated.

"Yes," Nevilled nodded.

"I think I heard that name before..." Veralidaine said to herself, having not heard Neville.

"Please excuse me." Lyra said with a forced smile and lifted the compartment.

"Is she all right?" Neville asked, concerned. "She seemed ill." he said, but realized that Veralidaine wasn't paying attention to him. "Excuse me, miss."

Veralidaine shook her head and looked at him. "What?"

"She doesn't look well." He said. "Hermione." he said softly, uncertain, since he didn't know her well enough to say her first name.

"Who?" Veralidaine asked.

She was too engrossed with her musing that she forgot that Hermione was Lyra's name now.

"Hermione." Neville repeated, "The girl that just left."

"Oh!" Veralidaine gasped, she couldn't believe she had forgotten! "Hermione! Yes Hermione - that was Hermione." she nodded. Lucky Lyra wasn't here for that. She thought. Longbottom, Longbottom...She continued to think. Wait! I remeber now! Longbottom - Alice and Frank Longbottom! Famous Aurors! Hospitalized! Tortured by Bella-

"OH MY GODS!" Veralidaine gasped, jumping off her seat. "OHMYGODOHMYGOD - YOU'RE LONGBOTTOM!" She pointed.

"Yes." Nevilled repiled, cowering in a corner near the window. He was frightened of the witch because her suddenly behavior and screams.

"YOU'RE LONGBOTTOM!" She screamed once more. "LONGBOTTOM!" she went silent and slowly fell back on to her seat with her mouth agape. And then her eyes widen and she ran out the compartment in alarm. "LY, LY!" She screamed. OH NO PLEASE BE OKAY! she thought, frantically searching for Lyra. She ran through the aisle, forcibly opening every compartment door along the way while screaming nonsense and frightening the occupants. She screamed even louder when she felt someone's hand on her shoulder. She turned around to find Lyra gazing at her with her eyebrow arched.

"Why are you screaming?" Lyra asked Veralidaine in her unusually calm tone, compared to their situation.

"LYRA!" Veralidaine cried, tightly embracing her. "Ar-ar-are you all right! I-I-was w-w-worried that you-you-"

"I'm fine." Lyra said, leading her into the empty storage area of the train.

Securely locking the door, Lyra turned to Veralidaine, who was staring at her feet.

"I'm sorry I worried you." Lyra apologized. Her voice was low and kind, yet somehow it made Veralidaine shiver, instead of comforting her.

"No!" Veralidaine exclaimed, "D-don't apologize." She steadied her voice, trying hard to speak thought her tears and dried throat. "I-I-I mean..." She didn't know what to say, let alone how to say it.

"Thank you." Lyra repiled.

Veralidaine looked up and stared at Lyra in confusion. "T-t-thank you?" she repeated in a whisper. "F-f-for what?" she choked out.

"You weep in place of me."

Veralidaine was more confused than ever by Lyra's words. But when she gazed at Lyra's face, she saw that Lyra had streaks of tears silently running down her cheeks. "LY, Ly!" She exclaimed and embraced her.

"These tears I shed are for me and my lost ones...I don't know why...these tears of mine would not shed for others...and their lost...Am I selfish?" She asked Veralidaine, "I weep for me and only me...and make you weep in my place for others."

"No Ly, Ly!" Veralidaine shook her head, trying to reason with Lyra, "You must not think that way! - You're not selfish!"

"Am I?" Lyra asked, meeting Veralidaine's gaze. "When I saw him, one of my parent's victims, I felt remorseful. My heart floods with guilt, but I dared not tell him my name - my real name! I wonder...do I feel remorseful for him or for me? And this guilt...is it really guilt for him?"

"Whatever guilt it is it's not yours to bare."

"Isn't it?"

"No!"

"How do you know?"

"I just do." Veraidaine told her with a smile. "You're my best friend, Ly, Ly and I know you better than you think."

"Do you?" Lyra said inaudibly.

Veralidaine heard her and contemplate what she had said. But the only thing she could think of was the first day she and Lyra had meet.

"Don't worry, everyone cries." Veralidaine quoted what Lyra said to her at their first meeting on the ship to Durmstrang.

Lyra smiled sincerely at this. She remembered it as well.

"Yes they do." Lyra said. "...I think I don't want to do this anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want to befriend him."

"But Ly, Ly he was what we came for." Veralidaine argued. "What would you say to your uncle? If you can't do this then..."

"I will tell my uncle that Harry Potter is a boy." Lyra said, "And boys by nature, despise the opposite sex. Especially when our kind are obnoxious, self-centered and bossy."

"And what if he doesn't accept that?" Veralidaine asked, not wanting Lyra to be punished for not doing what was assigned to her.

"Don't worry. I'll handle it. Oh and we need to make some minor changes..."

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"Neville." Lyra called as she spotted him in the aisle.

"Oh. Hello." He said to them, gazing at the floor shyly. "How did you know my name?" he asked.

"We spoke earlier." Lyra said.

"Earlier? But -but - you..."

"But what?" Veralidaine asked.

"You look different." Neville said with with a hint of doubt in his voice. When he looked in their compartment, he only had his toad in mind as didn't pay attention to anything else. And when they invited him in, he was too shy from being in a compartment with two girls that he stared at his hands or feet most of the time. Well, until Veralidaine went ballistic...

"Does she?" Veradaine teased him.

Instead of straight brown hair, hazel eyes, and tanned skin, Lyra altered herself back to her natural appearence, or close to it with some minor changes. She kept her hair brown hair and eyes, but curled her hair back up and decided at the last minute to make it bushy. She wanted to be herself yet not be recognized. And her bucked teeth was a private joke between her and Veralidaine. Since her parents are dentist, she thought it would be funny how ironic it was.

Neville looked up and studied Lyra's face. She had bushy brown hair, brown eyes, and quite large front teeth. "I suppose it was my imagination. You don't look different at all."

"Of course she doesn't. Hermione has always looked this way." Veralidaine said with her nose up.

"Yes, yes. Um?" He said, glancing questionably at Veralidaine.

"Oh, I'm sorry. We haven't been properly introduced yet." Veralidainsaid, "My name's Lavender Brown." she took her hand out for him to shake.

After all the muggle book of names she looked through, Veralidaine and Lyra couldn't find one they both liked for her. Lyra merely said no to all the names because she saw how Veralidaine's face would cringe when she said them to her, clearly Veralidaine didn't like any of them. Lyra agreed to Lavender because Veralidaine didn't cringe as much when she said it and Brown was chosen since it was such a common Muggle surname.

"Are you still searching for your toad?" Lyra asked.

"Yes. I found him - Trevor - a while ago but he keeps getting away from me." Neville told them.

"How about we help you find him?" Veralidaine offered.

"Thank you that would be really helpful."

"If you ever need anything just tell me, all right." Lyra said to him. "I...you seem really nice and let's be friends." She smiled, taking her hand out.

Neville smiled at her shyly and took her hand.

The three spilt apart, in individual search for the ever missing toad, Lyra spotted an opened compartment door. Thinking that Trevor might have hopped in there, Lyra went to the threshold of the door and looked left and right. Two boys were seated in the compartment, one with red hair -obviously a Weasley- and the other with jet black. They had piles of sweets around them and empty wrappers.

"Has anyone seen a toad?" She asked them, "A boy name Neville's lost one."

"No." said the Weasley, shrugging.

As she glanced around, Lyra couldn't help but noticed the black haired boy...What's that on his forehead?

She gasped. It's him! Composing herself, Lyra turned to the Weasley to distract her. She knew she was going to have to meet soon - but she never imagined this soon.

"Oh! Are you doing magic?" She said, finding a cover for her gasp, earlier. "Let's see then..."

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Some situations, events, and dialogue taken from JK Rowling's "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" Chapter 6
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