Disclaimer: The characters and setting within are not of my own creation, and I take no credit for them. No copyright breach has been intended

A/N: It is in fact based off of Eon: Dragoneye Reborn yet slightly changed to what I want to happen between the characters.

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September the first was always a big rush as parents coddled their children and teenagers met up with their friends to board the train. A male, caught between his kid days and adulthood, was staring down at them from one of the windows. His hazel eyes seemed unfocused as he stared off into space. He was small, pale, and petite for his age especially when compared to his peers who were twice as large. Most merely assumed puberty still hadn't hit the boy yet but no one bothered to ask except those who wished to taunt him. His features were soft, his eyes determined, and his chestnut hair curled around his somewhat feminine face.

An owl the size of a man's fist hit the train window startling the young man. His lips turned upwards when he recognized the small owl. Opening the window he quickly pulled the owl inside and let it relax on the seat next to him as he reached for the letter. He got up and locked to door manually and magically to make sure of no one coming in unannounced. Sitting down he tapped his wand and whispered a few words. Before his very eyes the letters scrambled and revealed an entirely different message.

Dear Hermione

Hope you safely go onto the train can't wait to see you after the summer holidays! How's everything? Are you okay? Nervous perhaps? Well I shouldn't bother you about that as much but I would love to know if you're all right. Visit me soon at the Three Broomsticks!

Sincerely,

Ginny

That was his or rather, her, big secret. The 'boy's' name was Henri Adams but in reality his name was Hermione Granger. For the past six years she had lived under a different name, a different gender, but not a different person. She did this only because her heart yearned to learn complex magic and . . . to claim her very own dragon. Hogwarts School of Dragons and Wizardry only accepted males automatically making her decided to pretend to be a boy. It was all in the hopes to become a Dragon Rider.

Dragon Rider's were prestigious within the Wizard World. They were courageous, strong, determined, and independent. They valued freedom, fought with honor, and held their promises close to their hearts. They fought for justice and protected the weak. The very things she held dear to herself. In her world women were only noticed as an eye candy for their husbands and as property, only to provide for their husband and bear them an heir. She refused to become that and wanted to be her very own person as her parents taught her.

Her parents died when she was just the age of eight but before then they would always speak of the Dragon Riders and their legends. Hermione, herself, had never seen a dragon with her very own eyes but the prospect of the gorgeous creature to stand beside her enthralled her child like mind. The dragons sounded fascinating and to have her magic fully developed along with the dragons made her want it all the more. When her parents died she was taken to an orphanage that treated all the boys much better than the girls merely because they could work. It infuriated her and made her all the more determined to make it into Hogwarts. She hated how in the world they didn't look twice in a woman's direction unless she's flaunting her body and not for her mind.

Hermione cut off all of her chestnut brown hair short like a boys and made sure to keep the bindings on her chest to avoid growing. On the week before September the first was the testing to enter Hogwarts when she showed up they were surprised to find that they didn't find her name on their list but she convinced them that it was a mistake. It was difficult but miraculously Hermione made it into Hogwarts and continued for the next six years training to claim her dragon.

There were four houses, she learned. Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor. Each house held a trait she had but the sorting hat made an easy choice. She was sorted into the Gryffindor where bravery was in their hearts. She struggled to keep up with the boys in the physical department but she excelled excellently in the magic department. She managed to gain friends but also managed to gain enemies as well. Her first friend happened to be the lovely Ginerva Weasley and the only person to know her dark secret. Hermione had panicked when she had begun her monthly and rushed to the Three Broomsticks where the young Weasley worked. Ginerva was kind and had a high temper but Hermione felt that the young lass would keep her secret. Even though Ginny was irked by the fact the cute Henri was in fact a girl she helped Hermione in her time of need.

Hermione laughed at the enthusiastic message. Rummaging through her hand-me-down bag she grabbed an ink bottle and a quill then began writing back.

Dear Ginny,

I made it safely on the train but yes I am in fact nervous about the ceremony. Oh Ginny, what if I don't get a dragon? What if someone finds out? After all it's my last year, someone's bound to find out. Well enough about my rambling thoughts. There should be a scheduled Hogsmeade visit soon and I'll see you then.

Sincerely,

A nervous Hermione

She tapped her wand to the letter and whispered her charm, scrambling the letters. Looking at the letter one last time she then gave it to the tiny owl who hooted happily at her.

"See you soon Pig." She told the small bird and opened the window for it to fly.

Hermione sighed then bit her bottom lip as she watched the tiny owlet fly off towards Hogsmeade where her dear friend was. The orphanage she went to was purely muggle which made it difficult to contact Ginny or do anything magical but she did manage to do her summer homework early like she always did. A knock came at the compartment door making her remember where exactly she was.

"Oi Henri! You in here?" a gruff voice asked through the thin door. The knob rattled, "What's the bloody deal with the door?"

Hermione winced as she looked down at her raggedy orphan clothes. There was no way her best friends could see her like this. She deepened her tone and told them to wait but the reply he gave didn't seem to want to. Quickly she pulled on her uniform and made sure her bandage was still secure. The knock became more forceful and Hermione finally opened the door. She flinched backwards when his brawny hand was merely inches from her face.

There stood her two best friends, the calm but irritated famous Harry Potter, and the angry Ronald Weasley. Harry rolled his eyes when Ron huffed inside and sat forcefully down on the seat.

"Hey Harry, Ron." She greeted as she held the door opened waiting for them to come inside.

"Geesh mate," Ron grumbled, "What was with the locked door?"

"I was merely changing into my school clothes Ronald." She replied then turned back towards the window, efficiently cutting off any further conversation.

Ron looked at her funny while Harry went to sit in front of her. They some what understood that 'Henri' didn't feel quite comfortable changing in front of the others. Sometimes they thought it was unnecessary but they never questioned it after the first time they poked and prodded. That meeting ended up messy and gave them a trip to the Hospital Wing.

They began to chat between themselves but still left an opening for her to speak as well. Harry and Ron knew 'he' was quiet and didn't like to talk much and respected that. They didn't ask much from him and enjoyed his occasional commentary. Little Henri seemed fragile and it made them both want to look out for him. The respected him especially after Henri seemed to attract the lot of Slytherins but still managed to land some punches in his first year.

Hermione on the other hand felt horrible that she was constantly lying to them but in order to avoid death she had to do what was needed which meant keeping her mouth shut and keeping them out for as long as possible.

She continued staring out into space as fields and farms passed by and knowing they were getting closer to Hogwarts and to her future dragon.

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A/N: To those who've read this story before and have noticed a change yes I edited it a bit. Hopefully everything becomes a bit clearer than before. Please review! I'd really appreciate it