The war was over. Harry Potter - the boy who lived - defeated Voldemort - the one who must not be named. It was finally over. 7 years of Hermiones life she spent helping Harry and Ron defeat the Dark Lord, while learning everything she can about magic. Now she didn't quite know what to do. She seemed to be lost in a world that was so familiar yet so strange to her.

Sitting in her old room in the Gryffindor tower, taking a break from rebuilding the destroyed castle, she holds onto her necklace. The necklace she had ever since she remembers. A silver sun, the center an almost gleaming white stone or diamond, she did not know exactly. Her parents were never able to tell her where it came from, she just always seemed to have it with her. And when Hermione felt lonely or sad she sometimes thought the necklace was glowing, but only for a split second, she feared her mind was playing tricks on her.

"Hermione I was looking for you", Harry said, who entered her room, breathless, as if he ran a marathon.

"What seems to be the issue? And how did you get up here?"

"Seems as though the stairs are not working anymore and not an issue, but I found this in the Headmasters office and it was addressed to you."

Harry hands Hermione an envelope with her name written across it.

"Dumbledore left me a letter?"

"It seems like it. I found it when going through things in the office, trying to make sense out of some things", he says with a half-hearted smile.

"Anyways, I will leave you to it."

"Thank you, Harry. I will be down shortly", she smiles as he disappears back down the stairs. She never would have thought to find such a great best friend in him.

Sitting on her old bed, she calmly turned the envelope around and carefully opened it, not knowing what to expect at all, but eager to see why her old Headmaster would leave her a letter out of all people.

Dear Miss Granger,

I am writing to you to explain something of most importance, which quite frankly I should have explained to you a long time ago. You will most likely feel more confused after reading this letter then you feel now, but I will assure you that one day everything will make sense.

Now you must understand that whatever it is I am telling you, will not change the fact that you are the most intelligent, kind and loving witch I have ever had the pleasure teaching in magic. It will not change who you are, what you stand for or what you fight for. It is all going to fit together in due time.

When you were just a little baby, I was visited by a powerful elvish Queen, Idris, the wife to the High King of all Elves in their world, Ingwe. She handed you into my custody, begging for your protection, as it seemed not to be safe for you to grow up in their world. Their world is different to ours in many aspects, however I think you should make that experience on your own and not let me spoil your fun. As you might have guessed by now, you are the daughter of the High King of the Elves Ingwe and his wife Idris. I do not know what the reasoning of theirs was in bringing you here, but I promised her to look out for you, to teach you everything that I know and to make sure you grow up to be a respectable woman. The Queen also made me cast a charm on you to ensure you would not be noticeable as an elf and could grow up to a normal life. The Grangers, your parents who raised you as their own, were old friends of mine, happy to take you in and guide you in times of need.

As I do not have time to explain everything you would like to know, I can only tell you whatever is of most importance.

The Queen gave me a few instructions that you will need to know. She told me that you will return to your world once your work here is done. That meaning the end of the war, Harry defeating The Dark Lord, and everything falling back into place. Also you learning everything that there is to learn about magic. Once that time has come you will be pulled back to your world, without your knowing. She told me that when that day comes, you won't expect it to happen, but to try and I quote "not freak out". She says it is of great importance for you to return to you world, as there is a prophecy about you that must be fullfilled. I know you had enough about prophecies and you do not believe in such, but you will just have to go with it.

I know you will feel sad about leaving here, but this is not the world you belong to.

I wish I could be there to answer many of your questions swirling around your head, but you will have to learn and understand at your own time now.

Once you pass through to your world of origin, your appearance will restore itself to how you looked before, also I have been told that memories from your previous world, which you hold will return to you once back there.

I do not know more of this matter, but your name, given to you by your mother Idris.

So I wish you the best of luck, Lady Herminia of Valinor, Daughter to Ingwe, Highking of all Elves.

Albus Dumbledore

Hermione tried to make sense of what she had just read, her first impulse to think of it as a sick joke, but then again, this was Dumbledore she was reading from, he wouldn't joke of such matter. It was hard for her to even think that there was another world, of Elves, where she was from, and where she was a Princess. Even harder was it for her to imagine being someone else. She did not know how to be an Elf, let alone a princess. Whatever was going on would hopefully wait a little while longer so she would be able to put herself to the books to find the answers she is seeking.

Standing up from her bed, putting the letter in her small beaded purse, that she carried with her, wherever she went, a glowing caught her eyes and her view fell upon herself looking in the mirror, where the necklace she was holding dear to heart was glowing brightly, warming up, increasing in light flooding from it, to the point where it blinded her, a headache spreading through her skull and the feeling as if though someone was pulling on her skin. Without another thought Hermione was sucked into the unknown for her, leaving nothing of hers behind.