Hermione opened her eyes on the morning of her 17th birthday and sighed as she felt a tingling in her hands and feet. She knew it was normal, as all wizards felt unusual as they gained their full powers as they became adults. As Hermione sat up, the tingling quickly became a burning sensation. The golden drapes of her bed began swimming in and out of focus. Hermione stood up and staggered towards the door, breathing heavily. She made it only a few feet before collapsing. Then, Hermione Granger opened her mouth and screamed.

Three hours later, Hermione woke up in the Hospital Wing. As the room became clearer, she realized that she felt lighter, and that a curious power thrummed through her veins. She sat up and looked to the right, where she could hear breathing.

"Are you alright Miss Granger?" said a man with shining eyes that reflected starlight who was watching her very intently, as if to be careful she wouldn't feint again.

"I am better now. Please Professor Dumbledore, what happened? I remember waking up and feeling quite strange, then feeling a strong surge of heat and power." Hermione looked away, remembering the pain of the morning.

"You collapsed as you came into your full power because the transition was too much for your body to handle while awake. I am right in believing that today is your 17th birthday, am I not?" the headmaster of Hogwarts replied. " I know it is overwhelming. In a short while, you will be released, however, before I go are there any questions you wish to ask?"

Hermione nodded, her eyes full of tears. Her voice shook as she asked one quiet question. "Why me?"

"What do you men?" Dumbledore questioned.

" Why was my transition so painful? It is just supposed to feel like an increase in power. Occasionally, a tingling sensation will occur, NOT pain. So why was it so painful?" Hermione looked at her headmaster, tears running down her cheeks as she tried to maintain her composure.

Dumbledore sighed. He knew the girl would not wait for answers, especially is she knew he had them. He reached down and turned Hermione's wrist over. There, on her pale skin, was a golden phoenix.

"What in Merlin's Name is that?!" Hermione screeched. " How did that get there? What does this have to do with me or my magic?" The flow of questions was only stopped when Dumbledore held up his hand for silence.

"Please Miss Granger, Calm down," he said before continuing. "The tattoo on your wrist appeared right after you were brought in. It shows that you are a very special girl. To put it simply, you have been chosen for-"

"For what? Please tell me I don't have to die or anything to help Harry beat Voldemort!" Hermione interrupted, fear clearly evident on her face.

"You will not have to die, and this has nothing to do with the war." Dumbledore said. " As I was saying before, you have been chosen to be named the Heir for Magic. From this moment on, you shall be known as: Her Royal Highness, Lady Hermione Jean Granger, Princess of Wizardkind, and Warrior of the Light

Please review and let me know what you think. This is new to me and my friends convinced me to write this out. Let me know if the plot is okay. Chapter 2 should be up tomorrow. FYI: this takes place in the spring of Harry's 6th year at Hogwarts. I own nothing other than the plot.