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The love reborn

Chapter 1- return to Hogwarts

Hermione stepped off of Dumbledore's desk; she was alive? But how? She plunged that dagger into her heart.

"Ahh, you're awake my dear. Excellent. Your friends missed you very much."

Dumbledore stepped out of the shadows with a smile on his face.

"How am I alive sir? I killed myself. I felt the dagger pierce my heart."

"You see Hermione; you conjured that blade, correct." She nodded, "well; a magical weapon like that has a counter spell placed on it, unknown to the conjurer. The counter spell isn't a spell at all; it's the feelings of the one who had caused the conjurer to want to kill themselves. My only guess is that when Mr. Malfoy confessed his love for you it broke he spell on the blade and resurrected you."

"How long have I been dead sir?"

"It is now the end of the holidays. A letter was written to your parents explaining the whole situation and they can't wait to see you at Christmas. You have been made Head Girl, for which I congratulate you, unfortunately everyone thinks you're dead so to protect you we have decided that it would be best if you be resorted and renamed. It may be that you stay in Gryffindor house but you may not. Your appearance has changed slightly; you now have curly dark brown hair, light brown eyes and you're slightly taller than you were, which you may find to be a good thing, I overheard you complaining that you were short." Hermione smiled.

"Can you tell me who Head Boy is?"

"Draco Malfoy."

Hermione didn't know how to feel; se would see Draco again and she would be happy but also sad; he was the reason she died in the first place. But he confessed his love for her and that brought her back to life. She was so confused.

"Your clothes are already in your new room, I shall escort you after the feast. But before we leave you must choose a new name."

"Umm, well I've always liked Helena."

"Very well; you shall be Helena Gooding. We'll keep it to your original initials as they are printed on your trunk."

Hermione smiled and they both made their way down to the feast.

Upon entering the Great hall from behind the teacher's table Hermione saw that all the students were there, the Sorting Hat was still there but the first years were sat down, she knew it was for her.

"Welcome back everyone. This is Helena Gooding our newest member of our community. She will be sorted into her new house before you all begin to eat."

Hermione stepped down from the platform and sat on the stool; she put the sorting hat on her head and waited.

"Hmm, welcome back." It whispered in her ear so that no one else heard it. "Let's see; still a lot of mind, much loyalty, bravery and a taste for rule breaking." It said a little louder. "Where am I going to put you?" The hat thought for a while and ended up shouting; "GRYFFINDOR" Hermione smiled, took off the hat and ran to the table. She hadn't noticed that the hall had erupted in cheers. She looked at Dumbledore and mouthed; 'thank you'. He smiled and raised his goblet to her. She sat down between Neville and Dean.

"Hi, I'm Dean Thomas. And this is Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnegan, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. Over there next to the red headed girl is Harry Potter and Ron Weasley; the red headed girl is Ron's sister Ginny."

"Hi. So you're all in my year; except that Ginny girl right?"

"Yeah. How did you know that Ginny wasn't in our year?"

"She looks too young to be seventeen."

Dean nodded.

"So what brought you here to Hogwarts Helena?" asked Parvati.

"Well my parents decided that because I'm a witch I shouldn't be going to Muggle School by day and being tutored magic by night so they moved me here."

"Who were you tutored by?" asked Lavender.

"I think his name was Remus Lupin but I can't be sure." 'Note to self: send Lupin a letter telling him that I said he tutored me.'

Everyone began eating and asking questions about each other's holidays.

"So Helena what did you do all holiday?" asked Neville.

"I spent most of it in a hospital bed; I fell out of the tree in my garden and landed on my front. I've got a scar running across my chest after I cut it open on a loose rock."

"Ouch, no wonder you didn't die. Landing on your chest like that." Said Seamus.

Everyone went quiet.

"What's wrong?" asked Hermione.

"Well we lost a great friend before the summer; Hermione Granger. She killed herself and no one knows why except Harry, Ron and Draco Malfoy, that's him with the blonde hair on the Slytherin table." Said Dean pointing to Draco on the other side of the room. Draco looked at them and was instantly shocked; he quickly looked backed down to his plate. "They know why but they're not talking to anyone about it. And get this; Hermione loved Malfoy and we found out that Malfoy loved her. He's probably the cause of her death. He hasn't said a thing to any Gryffindor since."

"That's odd; Malfoy keeps looking over at us." Said Parvati.

Indeed it was true; Draco looked at them and then at Hermione; directly in her eyes, she became uncomfortable and looked away. Draco did the same.

Over at the Slytherin table Draco couldn't believe what he saw.

'Oh my God. It's Hermione. But how? She's dead, and yet she's alive. Why the change in name and appearance?'

"Draco, dude. Snap out of whatever day dream you're in. Why are you staring at the Gryffindor table anyway?" asked Blaise.

"Sorry what did you say?"

"Draco. Hermione is gone. Dead and not coming back. Stop thinking about her; it's not good for your health." Said Blaise.

"But why does that Helena girl look so familiar? I still feel like Hermione is here, in front of my eyes and I'm not seeing her properly."

Blaise sighed in defeat; Draco had been like this over the holidays. He moped all through his holiday to Paris and Rome, he only ever ate at dinner time and not any other meal and he turned down every girl's advances towards him. Blaise was getting worried; he looked over at the new girl and saw that she sat like Hermione did, she looked similar to her and she was nice to Neville Longbottom; Hermione was the only Gryffindor that was truly nice to Neville.

'I think its time I had a chat with this Helena Gooding.'

As dinner ended Hermione made her way to Dumbledore and Draco, when she saw Draco her heart skipped a beat; she still loved him, even though he was the reason she killed herself and couldn't bring herself to hate him.

"Miss Gooding, this is Draco Malfoy. Now I will show you two to your common room and dorms. Follow me please."

They walked up the stairs to the fifth floor and to a portrait of regal woman with a sword.

"Dumbledore how good to see you again."

"Good evening Miranda. May we have the password?"

"The password is 'a love reborn'."

The portrait opened and let Hermione and Draco enter. Dumbledore called from the entrance.

"I shall see you bright and early for breakfast tomorrow. Good night."

The entrance closed and left Hermione and Draco in an awkward silence.

"So. Umm, why did you move here?" asked Draco.

"My parents finally accepted that I'm a witch and that I couldn't keep going to Muggle School by day and being tutored by night."

"So you're muggle born?"

"Yes, is that going to be a problem?"

"No not at all."

"Right. Well goodnight."

She left the room and went to her bedroom up the stairs. Upon entering she sighed; she wasn't sure if she could take this much longer. She looked round her room and saw it was like hers back home; white walls with silver boarder paper at the ceiling and floor, black carpet, white rug, desk under the window, cat bed next to the small fireplace along with a large bean bag and small book shelf filled with her favourite muggle novels and stories, and a large cupboard next to the door with a full length mirror. Her bed was double the size of the one she had from her first to sixth year and had large white and silver pillows, thick white duvet and a thin silver comforter.

She changed into her pyjamas and climbed into her warm bed, she instantly fell asleep.

After she left Draco collapsed in the nearest armchair. He couldn't believe that Hermione was still alive and yet she acted like she didn't know him at all.

'Is she under a spell or does she just not love me anymore?'

Tired he made his way to his room, decorated similar to Hermione's but his was dark blue.

In the Gryffindor common room Harry and Ron were sitting playing chess when they heard Dean talking about the new girl.

"Did you see the way Malfoy was looking at her; it was like he's seen a ghost."

"I can't blame him though; I thought she was Hermione when I first saw her. She has similar eyes and hair, and she's muggle born and told us that her parents finally accepted her being a witch, Hermione told me in first year that her parents didn't like her being a witch and almost forced her to go to a muggle high school." Said Parvati.

"But Hermione is dead. Unless there was someway that Dumbledore brought her back to life and she can't remember then she stays dead. But if Helena is Hermione and she's just acting; she's a bloody good actress." Said Seamus.

"But if it was Hermione and she remembered everyone why didn't she go sit with Harry and Ron? They're her best friends." Asked Neville.

"I don't know, maybe she's scared that they'll treat her like they did for the last six years." Said Lavender.

"And how is that exactly?" asked Ron becoming angry.

"You used her for homework; we all saw you asking her constantly to look at her notes or copy her homework and in the end she'd do it for you." Said Dean.

"That's not true. She offered to look over our homework's for us. It wasn't our fault that she got carried away and ended up finishing them for us." Argued Harry.

"If she offered then why didn't you turn her offers down?" asked Neville.

Ron and Harry didn't answer; they knew that everyone was right. They felt sick with shame and guilt; they lost their best friend and the main reason they were her friends was because she was smart and did homework for them.