The new Hermione Granger knew that her original wouldn’t be too upset at having not merely an identical twin but a duplicate. She’s rather wanted a twin sister, if my Hermione memories really are just like hers. Such an improvement, my being another Hermione rather than Harry Potter! But I don’t think the professors will like it, as frustrating a student as he was! The new Headmaster was Professor McGonagall, and despite being an Animagus who seemed to genuinely enjoy spending time as a housecat, Hermione thought the Professor would expect her to return to being Harry Potter rather than live out her life as another Hermione Granger.
Hermione dressed in the Hermione clothes and put Harry Potter’s wand in the satchel that had come with them. Then she put Harry’s clothes and the Harry Potter skinsuit that was all that remained of Harry Potter’s body in a pile on an empty patch of stone floor, wielded her wand, and intoned with meaning the two words of a specialized destruction spell that Harry hadn’t even known existed. Clothes and skinsuit burned with a strange flame that radiated chill rather than heat, and in two minutes were a small pile of evenly gray ashes that slowly vanished. In another minute they were gone.
Hermione was about to leave when it struck her that there might be another Harry Potter skinsuit here! She’d seen only suits of females here (and with extreme gratitude made one of them into her true body), but shouldn’t there be a male section?
She soon found it: it wasn’t lost on Hermione that she was better at this — and most things, so far — than she’d been as Harry Potter. Another few minutes and she’d found the Harry Potter skinsuit with its clothes and a duplicate of Harry’s wand. She took the original wand from her satchel and compared them: identical in looks and in magical feel, delighted that both were entirely unsuitable for her lovely feminine hand because she was not at all Harry Potter any more but entirely Hermione Granger, though unfortunately not the original Hermione, not that the original had anything to fear from her.
Hermione put both Harry wands in her satchel, found another empty space of stone floor to put the Harry clothes and skinsuit, and used her wand and the same spell to destroy them. She exerted more magical force this time, more used now to being Hermione Granger and annoyed that she was having to repeat this, and there was not a trace of them in perhaps twenty seconds less than before. “I hope I’m finally rid of you, Harry Potter,” she said aloud, though softly. It wasn’t lost on this duplicate Hermione that, now she had become herself, she was more bent on the obliteration of Harry Potter than any of his enemies had ever been. But none of them were stuck in his stupid male body, thinking with his second-rate brain and using his second-rate magical talents, hungering to be the superb Hermione Granger instead, she thought.
Completely content with who she was, something she’d never been as Harry Potter, the duplicate Hermione Granger left the strange warehouse of skinsuits, for now not at all curious about it any longer. It had given Hermione exactly what she wanted, herself. Hermione decided to:
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