Makani Keona Druis: Elvish Princess
Summary: "HAPPY EIGHTEENTH, HERMIONE! OH, BY THE WAY, YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE, YOU WERE ADOPTED, AND YOUR ELVISH PARENTS – WHO THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD – ARE COMING TO PICK YOU UP IN AN HOUR!" Hermione Granger always thought she knew who she was – boy was she wrong. Hermione Anne Granger, know-it-all Gryffindor Mudblood, not any more. Princess Makani Keona Druis, Elvish Princess, soon to be queen? That is more correct.
THIS IS THE ONLY DISCLAIMER YOU WILL SEE IN THIS STORY! I OWN THE PLOT, AND THAT IS ALL! THE STORY CHAPTER NAMES CAME FROM THE LYRICS ON THE ALBUM "FALLEN" BY EVANESCENCE!
Chapter One: Lost For So LongHermione Anne Granger regarded her reflection in shock. Straight brown hair hung to her shoulder blades, tucked behind pointed ears. Angry, incredulous blue/green eyes stared back at her. Full lips were placed between a pert nose and a stubborn chin, Her cheeks were flushed, and around her neck was a silver chain and pendant, which was in the shape of a dragon with emerald eyes, curled around a tree.
Her hand rose, almost involuntarily, to the pendant, drawing Hermione's attention to the small hand with slender fingers and neatly trimmed, short nails.
"How could you not have told me?" Hermione asked the man and woman behind her, staring at their reflections.
"Hermione –" the woman pleaded.
"THAT IS NOT MY NAME!" Hermione hissed. She whirled to face the people she'd thought were her parents. "You lied to me. You told me that I was your daughter. You named me Hermione. You brought me up as a lie. Then when I'm EIGHTEEN YOU TELL ME THAT I WAS ADOPTED AND THAT MY MOTHER IS AN ELVISH PRINCESS AND MY FATHER IS AN ELVISH PRINCE! YOU ARE THE REASON I'VE PUT UP WITH TORMENTS ABOUT MY PARENTAGE FOR SIX YEARS – AND THEN YOU WAKE ME UP AT SIX A.M. ON MY EIGHTEENTH SAYING "HAPPY EIGHTEENTH, HERMIONE! OH, BY THE WAY, YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE, YOU WERE ADOPTED, AND YOUR ELVISH PARENTS – WHO THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD – ARE COMING TO PICK YOU UP IN AN HOUR!" Hermione ran out of breath and collapsed into a sitting position on her bed, running a hand over her pointed ears.
There was a long silence. Long enough for the clock by Hermione's bed to change to 7:00.
There was no 'bang', no flash of light, but merely an existence of another two people in the room.
The man was dressed in a pair of long blue/silver pants and jacket, which had a high collar buttoned together with the same pendant his daughter had around her neck, except as a button. His long straight brown hair was held off his face by a series of plaits. His blue eyes regarded his daughter in hope, disbelief and joy. He also had a stubborn chin. His hand held that of the lady next to him.
She also had brown hair, but lighter, more a golden-brown, that was long and wavy, also held back by plaits. She was dressed in a beautiful green and gold dress with draping sleeves and a flared, flowing skirt. The neckline was from shoulder to shoulder, and cut low enough to reveal the same necklace that hung around her daughter's neck. Her eyes – which were green – shimmered with unshed tears above the pert nose her daughter had inherited.
"Makani?" Her lips quivered. Her voice was beautiful, like light on water.
"Is that my name?" Hermione queried quickly.
"What did the Grangers," he spat the word as if it were dirty, "name you, daughter?" His deep, soft voice lovingly caressed the last word.
"Hermione. Hermione Anne Granger." Hermione extended.
"That is a nice name too. Would you prefer Hermione Anne or Makani Keona?" Her mother offered.
"I have a new body, a new set of parents, a new home and a new life to adjust to. I hardly think a new name would hurt." Hermione, henceforth Makani, determined.
Mr. And Mrs. Granger left the room, closing the door quietly.
Makani gestured to the bed she sat on and her parents sat on either side of her.
Her father gently touched her hair, her chin, her arm, as if making sure she was real. His hands sandwiched one of hers between them.
"I have so many questions, so many things I need to know." Makani's eyes shone with hope.
"Ask away, Makani." Her mother smoothed her hair lovingly.
"Why did you think I was dead?"
"When you were born, my ex-best friend took you away, saying you were a still-born. He replaced you with his wife's child. We buried her stillborn, thinking she was our daughter. My friend adopted you."
"Louis and Mary Granger?"
"Yes." Makani's face was stormy for one moment only, before it brightened.
"And what are your names?"
"I am Prince Quinlan, and your mother is Princess Saoirse."
"Cool. Um… am I allowed to bring my books and movies and music with me?" Makani's face wrinkled apprehensively.
"Of course. Any expletives, though, are unable to be uttered in an elvish place, in elvish presence, and by Elves. Try it." Saoirse prompted.
"Sh-Ships. F-Fuchsia. Cr-Crisis. Sl-Slurpie. Cool." Makani smiled. "So basically, any music or movies that have swear-words in them will change into words that are acceptable, right?"
"Yes." Saoirse nodded.
"Okay, the last question for now. Can we go home now?"
Quinlan laughed. "Certainly." He closed his eyes, whispered an elvish word, "Niathak," and Makani's things were all packed and shrunk into two suitcases. Saoirse took Makani's right hand and picked up one suitcase in the other. Quinlan did the same on the other side and with another word, "Arbidan," they were simply in another house.