Chapter 1:

I run through the barrier which hides platform Nine & Three Quarters, only to be reunited with my friends, and the annoying press. After the war The Golden Trio (Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and me, Hermione Granger) made a pact. The pact of course was too go back to Hogwarts, and finish our education. Over the summer, our pact became more necessary, we grew further and further apart. That silly stupid little romance, me and Ronald had fizzled out just 5 days after its occurrence. I broke it off with the 'lets just stay friends, because we weren't meant to be' speech.

The flashes of camera's irritate me, as I come out of my little bubble. "Mrs. Granger, are you and Ronald Weasly still together?" A man reporter asks. I smile at him, and Ron shakes his head at me to say please don't say it. I smirk at him, payback sucks you little arse. He called me a bloody lying whore the day I broke it off. "No actually, uh, I broke it off. We just weren't meant to be lovers, just friends now that's where we stand." I say before walking away.

One of the train hands takes my trolley with my trunk, and my cat, Crookshanks. I thank him, and I see Narcissia Malfoy standing a couple feet away. I walk over, and she smiles. "Hermione, I will never be able to thank you enough for saving me, and my young Draco." She says giving me a hug. I chuckle. "Your welcome Mrs. Malfoy, though I'm sorry to hear of Luscious." I reply. I remember back to her and Draco's conviction date.

"Today we have Draco Luscious Malfoy, and Narcissia Malfoy. Told to be loyal death Eaters. We have heard their sides to the story, so now we will vote. Dementor's kiss & Life time in Azkaban, or Free for no Charges." The minister says. Every one voted, and they needed one more vote. Since Harry wasn't here due to, engaging Ginny today, I must make the decision. "Mrs. Granger, will you please make the deciding vote?" Minister grump asks.

I look down at Narcissia, and Draco. I will save them, but I will always be Mudblood Granger to him. "Of course Minister, I decide that Draco, and Narcissia, will…..go free for no charges, because of their 'Father' & 'Spouse' forcing this fate upon them." I said smiling at them. For the first time in 7 years I see Draco Malfoy smile genuinely at me.

The train whistle's, and I wave good-bye to Narcissia. She grabs my arm lightly. "Hermione, you must come over for winter break, me and Draco would be delighted." She whispers winking. I nod. "Will do Narcissia, will do….Bye." I whisper back walking away. I walk over to Harry, Ronald, and Ginny. Ginny, and Ron glare at me. "Aww…watch out, if the wind shifts, you two will look like that forever." I sneer. "Shut-up Granger." Ginny Snaps. I smirk.

"Harry, I'm not going to sit with ya'll. I'm actually going to sit by myself if you don't mind. I don't like tension." I say, he gives me a hug good-bye. "Nice hair by the way, did you dye it?" He asks. "No Harry, actually that travel, staying in the sun more than necessary, and Lemon Juice. No Dye needed, and thank you." I explain, before getting on the train.

I walk along the train finding three empty compartments. I get to the back of the train, and sit in the last one. I smile, and breath in the less tense air. Ronald hates me, and I really don't care. I was told the biggest news of my life a couple weeks ago. I was told by Maringa Goodvile, an lineage doctor. She told me the most peculiar thing.

She said, that I was indeed an half orphan (I was given away for protection precautions), and the Grangers, weren't my BIOLOGICAL parents. My Parents were indeed Purebloods, and NOT Hermione Jean Grange. NO, I'm Diana Rosina Harper. My Mum, and Dad were great wizards. They stayed mutual during the war Maringa told me. Although my dad was killed by Death Eaters, my Mum was safe, and I must return to her after this year. I haven't told Harry yet, but I know Dumbledore knew.

He told me this riddle once. 'Hermione, you have a wonderful secret, and I have a prophecy to tell you. , Seventeen years, Seventeen choices

Seventeen times you dreamed your past

Seventeen tries to bind the spheres

Seventeen screams but only you hear…

Seventeen years, Seventeen choices

The Slytherin Claiming, the hour nears

In your past the Darkness clears

Powers Bind what Darkness sears…

Seventeenth year, Seventeenth Choice

Now has come the day you choose

Claim to Gryffindor or be Claimed a Slytherin

Blood has been shed, a tear hit's the floor

Slytherin or Gryffindor, now your Seventeenth Choice.'

I never quite understood it, but now I do. I must choose between who I should be, and who I am because of the protective precaution. Also after 5:00 this evening the spell that makes my hair frizzy, and my eye's Brown will lift, and I will no longer be associated with Hermione. I will answer to Diana, and that is that.

Author's Note: Hermione is no longer Hermione, she is a new Powerful, outgoing, attractive person. Yes I understand that it is a mix up, but I don't own anything but Diana, 'Hermione's' New look, and the plot. Everything else is completely J.K. Rowling's.