With the burning excitement of uploading the story, Chapter one was mistreated. I fixed some minor things, and uploaded it again. There is more detail and it's less confusing. Well this story has been banging around my head for a while, so I finally decided to write it. Hope you like it.

It has come to my attention that I havent really explained the plot an given detail, this caused some readers to be confused. In this story we will see the other side of the war, the dark side and its participants. Many aspects of the Harry Potter series will be change in order to benift this story, many situations will be made up in different points of view. This story is an alternative future for our Hermione, a different life and a very different character (Lilymione) althought they will share some of the same qualities. In this story she is Wizarding Royalty and sister to Harry (Nathaniel) and daughter to Snape. However strange that might be its huge part of the plot and the core of this story. Hermione's future is one that includes her invovement with Death Eaters and the Dark Lord, and her "betrayal" of the order of the phoenix and her marriage and life with Draco Malfoy. In this story the villians are Dumbledore, The Weaslys and some minor characters of the order. This story is meant to be dark, and most of the charcaters will be OOC. There will be adult situations, and lots of Dramione. As always questions, concerns are welcome. I hope this helped, now back to the story.

-White Dove

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All I saw where members of the opposite sex. Men, Tall, Muscled, smelling deliciously as they passed by me. I saw them in the stairs, corridors, classrooms, the grounds, they were everywhere. I obviously stared all I could try to enjoy the eye buffet, before the year was over. Don't get me wrong, I'm not boy crazy. I just simply like to look, especially since I'm almost nonexistent to them. Hiding behind my books I could admire safely. I got various opportunities to stare at my male classmates from the quiet ones like Neville, the troublemakers like the twins, the sharp ones like Zabini to my closest friends Harry and Ron, to my sworn enemies like Malfoy. All boys were indifferent towards me, but to my raging hormones they were all treats of torture. For the quiet bookworm, they were out of reach. Hell at this point even the Dark lord made me ponder. Okay, maybe not the last one. Maybe... If only he didn't look like a bloody snake or wasn't completely mental. If only he was 40 years younger… Okay, that's almost impossible. I probably had more chances in sleeping with all the slytherin boys.

What made me even sadder was the fact that many of the boys that were nice to me refused to be romantically involved with me because of my blood. Even Ron who was supposed to be madly in love with me decided to date pure-blooded Lavender instead of me And Ron wasn't even considered a good catch. I should really set my sight somewhere else. Sigh, that was depressing to me. I continued to make my way up to my comfort place; the library. I love the Hogwarts library with every inch of my being. I spent the rest of the day in the darkest part of the library, nose buried deep in a book. I didn't notice the tall boy hiding in the shadows, nor did Professor Snape check on me every few hours. If I had, well It wouldn't had been pretty. A fight would have probably resulted.

"Miss Granger, Miss Granger," I heard a voice call me. I raised my eyes from the book and looked into the irritated face of Professor McGonagall. What was she doing here? She was always in her office or in her classroom. "Oh professor you frightened me." I replied scared that why she was even looking for me .I seriously didn't like people interrupting my reading. "Miss Granger I am to tell you, that your presence is demanded tomorrow at the ministry." was her stern reply. The ministry was looking for me? Did it have something to do with the department of Mysteries and our destruction of property? , I silently thought. "Why didn't the headmaster tell me this at our last meeting?" He barely even pay attention to me, he's only concern was Harry's progress. I mockingly asked. I saw professor McGonagall's face pale, and knew I had hit a nerve. She only knew that I questioned the Headmasters methods and reasoning. But maybe the summons maybe had something to do with the fact that I would turn of age tomorrow.

"Miss Granger of to the Gryffindor tower you go. Please be at my office 8 Am sharp. You will be able to floo to the ministry from there." With that she turned her heel and was gone. My guess was that she didn't want Dumbledore aware of the ministry transaction or she would had insisted on someone accompanying me, especially the headmaster. Concentrating on my own thoughts I didn't even realize when I ended back at the common room, which was full and bursting with noise as always. I promptly saw Ron snogging lavender and a bunch of other couples sitting by the fire lost in their own love cloud. Stupid morons, did they realize most of them will break up by the end of the week? Still Feeling lonely and pathetic, I made my way to the girl's dormitory. I quickly showered and got ready for bed, completely unprepared for the drastic events of tomorrow. I had hopes of a quiet, peaceful birthday without problems or worrying about Voldermort or death eaters.

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"You got to be kidding me!" I literally screamed. Twisting and curling my hands that rested in my lap. "This is not possible in any way ", I continued." I am Hermione Jean Granger, not Lilymione Narcissa Snape." I finished with a strong, calm voice. They were clearly mental, maybe this was a joke that Fred and George were playing on. Maybe they did have influence within the ministry. They never really liked me. To them I was a prude and a stick in the mud.

"Miss Snape, you must understand the circumstances in which you we're conceived." The Auror told me in a grim voice. Seated behind the heavy desk, he was bored and disdainful. Surely he wanted nothing to do with the daughter of the once convicted Death eater and the current potions Professor of Hogwarts. Even though the so-called daughter wanted nothing to do with him. I was not capable of understanding the cruel reality in which I found myself in. I was always ready for everything except this, this was a cruel trick of life.

"Is there more that I should be aware of?" I asked my question directed towards the man sitting in the shadows. I wanted to get this over as soon as possible. "Yes but this is not the place or time to discuss" The soft placating voice of my once Potions professor. Who did he think he was going to smooth over? "Is Harry Aware?" I asked in a trembling voice. "He has known since He started Hogwarts." My father's stern voice replied. Oh. I see but I wasn't allowed to know. Me, the smartest Witch of her generation. Oh insulting. The Auror then intervened, "As the heir to the Snape family, the title went to him, the moment he was introduced to Wizarding society." Of course Potter always got the best things, the best advice and the more help for everything.

I nodded; I had realized long ago that the name Harry Potter was nothing but an infamous made up identity. Harry Potter persona was made up by the ministry and the order of the phoenix to make sure the people were calm enough to brain wash.

"As the ministry was aware of the contracts and was in charge of enforcing them, you were separated from Mister Snape for that was his punishment for being a death eater and renouncing his title to the Wizarding Nobility." More like Albus Dumbledore had forced them too.

The Auror then continued to explain in a cool voice, "The old laws and traditions prohibited the Heirs to the Royal Wizarding Family to be refused their heritage. Thus, Mr. "Potter" and you were placed with muggles and far from where Wizarding society that might be a danger to you." Of course once again Dumbledore's decision, I thought silently. I could tell Snape knew exactly what I was thinking. "You would be placed under undetectable glamour charms that would dissolve the moment you turned of age." the Auror finished.

"But I am the same as ever, my appearance has not been altered in the least." Hermione responded. Maybe they had the wrong girl, maybe it was someone else. Well anyone will complete the job nicely if It wasn't me.

"The reason this has happened is because you are under several magical bonded contracts which prevented you from changing without the permission of your betrothed or your Male family members."

I ignored the betrothed part; I had no plans to following whatever bloody contract they had made for me before I was even born. I already planned never to get married and become a slave like molly Weasly. "Can you possibly remove the charms?" I cautiously asked. "Yes of course, Right away Ms. Snape" The Auror replied when Snape had bowed his head. Standing up from my seat I made my way up to the large window which both reflected me, Tall, Bushy haired, plain Bookworm and the outside to the reception of the ministry. I waited patiently as Snape signed some papers, and the Auror made his way to me. As the Auror pointed his wand at me, as wondered if I really wanted to know what I looked like. Would I look like her, My Mother? Or would I look like the greasy bat of the dungeons? I hope I looked like Lily, she was drop gorgeous. I wanted to avoiding getting Snape's greasy hair.

"All done Ms. Snape, You can open your eyes now," Was his breathless reply. I slowly opened my eyes, and met the gaze of the long dead Lily Evans Nee "Potter". I slowly criticized my figure, Silky curly light brown hair with caramel highlights hair, Emerald Green eyes, Petite form, and curves that I would never have imaged to have. Well this will probably score me some hot date in the near future.

I finally looked like the twin of Nathaniel Severus Snape, Heir to the throne of Wizarding England, and the so-called Killer of the Dark lord, "Harry James Potter". Unbeknownst to me, I looked like the Mother of the Future Malfoy heir, and the wife of the King of half Wizarding Draco Lucius Malfoy Black. Not that I liked the bloody albino anyway.