Hermione's POV

I knew from the start that this... this was a dream. The same dream I had every single night.

Why? Because you'll only see a place full of blue and skulls in my dreams. Not in the real one.

"Taito!" I called out; causing said blue-haired man to look up as he polished his guns. I jogged towards him and hugged him by his neck. Taito and I, since these past dreams, have a full understanding of each other. I learned that he's a bit of forty, but remained his look of his early twenties. He married a strong-willed woman, who was actually a 'commoner', like he said. She hated him first, but she grew to love him; but they banter a lot.

Plus, he's one of the celebrated four in Galia. Cool, right?

Taito Cantatio is one of the first and most known rulers of Galia as he led the kingdom with such kindness, prosperity and truth. He and his wife were one of the greatest leaders of that time, along with his twin siblings and his wife's only cousin. He's also a great singer. He also said that he had two daughters, but he'd just change the topic afterwards.

He'd always do that when it concerns his two daughters and Dad. I asked him once, but that didn't go anywhere.

Anyhow, he would always kill me in the end.

"Hello there," He laughed, pulling me down next to him as we watched the silver moon up in the sky. "How're you feeling?"

"Like I've been hit by a truck," I mumbled, turning towards him grumpily. He looked kind of amused at my face. "I stupidly cut my hand into a stump and got another evolution, and I did it right in front of the school. Edward is going to kill me, just you wait."

"He would not, seeing as he is your brother and he can't possibly try to harm you. But pray tell me why did you do that?"

"Well, one of the akumas got Ron and—"

"Ron? As in that man whose heart you are seeking?" He asked innocently, making me hiss at him. He chuckled at my expression and rubbed my head as if I'm a puppy. "I am just joking!"

"I'm sure you were," I grumbled, looking back at the moon. There was a comfortable silence, with the wind rustling the trees, until I heard the click of a gun. "So, have you managed to talk to your wife?"

"Yeah," He said quietly, still looking at the moon. "She said some things, but I'd rather not repeat it," Taito mumbled silently, standing up. I sighed tiredly and stood in front of him. I was surprised to see that his face held sadness, and... sorrow?

"Taito, are you alright?"

"Hermione, there's something that I need you to do," He said, ignoring my concern as he stared determinedly at me. "After you have reached your third evolution, I want you to do something for me. But now, I'm afraid that I must leave entirely from your dreams until the time is right."

"Oh," I was disappointed. He was like the other father in my life, if you didn't count the times he'd give me a headshot. "O-Okay then."

He pointed the gun at me. "I'll see you then, Hermione."

"Bye, Taito."

Bam.

I shot out from my sleep and panted heavily. I could feel the sweat on my skin as I clutched the bed sheets, my knuckles white as snow. I removed my grip and carefully touched my forehead and mentally sighed in relief. There wasn't any hole at all, to be perfectly honest. But it doesn't hurt to make sure.

'Another day, another dream,' I thought to myself. I looked at my left arm and shook. What was a stump before was back; all five fingers. Not only that, but what were once bracelets were now jewels of sapphire, just embedded around my wrists.

"How'd it—?" Looking around, I noticed that I was in the Head Girl's room. No one was in here but me. I swung my legs off the bed and my bare feet felt the cold, wooden floor. I carefully stood up, holding onto the bed posts as my legs wobbled. I stayed like that for a few minutes before moving to the window sill, where a basin of water and towel was placed.

"How many days was I out?" I asked to myself, as I splashed water onto my face. My window had an excellent view of the Quidditch Pitch, so it wasn't an option not to see it. Somehow, I heard the smallest of cheers and to my surprise, I saw red and green figures flying around. "And they're having a Quidditch game?!" I shouted indignantly. I strode to the closet and grabbed a set of clothes before stomping to the bathroom. "What the hell?!"

The cheers and shouts from the different houses were running wild as the Gryffindor and Slytherin team flew by, trying to score against each other as they tossed the quaffle, hit a bludger and the Seeker's hunt for the snitch.

"Go, go Gryffindor!" Allen and the exorcists all but screamed as their betted team was winning thirty points over the Slytherin team. "Kick some wizard ass!"

"Harry! Get that bloody snitch!" Len shouted ecstatically, waving his red and gold flag of Gryffindor with his sister and his best friend. All of their faces were painted with gold and red, making them look like soccer fans, with matching flags and scarves. "Get the bleeding snitch! My last one hundred pounds is on the line!"

"He still hasn't seen it!" Tevak cheered with excitement, twirling her scarf tighter around her neck as she jumped up and down. Link, being the only one sitting down, was watching warily at his comrades. But he kept his attention to the game, seeing as he would frown as the other team would score, but will look positively pleased once the Gryffindors' do. He kept track of the game, and keeping a close eye on Allen and his assistant.

"Go on and fight like you mean it!" Edward, Komui and the Weasley twins' shouted excitedly, jumping in the air as Ron caught the quaffle before it sailed through the goal and passed it on another fellow player.

What they didn't know was that an irate princess was walking furiously up to the tower where they were at.

"I can't believe this!" I shouted indignantly, making my way up to the towers, my Gryffindor scarf wrapped around my neck. Everyone was at the match and it was ten in the damn morning! I turned, my hair whipping against my back. "Honestly!"

Ron was playing his greatest game ever. His blood was pumping with adrenaline. He avoided every single quaffle that might pass towards the three hoops. As their scores were coming to a blasted tie, he noticed a golden glint in mid-air, just right above the whole game!

"Harry! There's the snitch!" Ron shouted, making the crowd go wild. The Slytherin team was now trying to make Harry go down so that their Seeker could capture the snitch. But it all ended just as a door slammed open.

"Why did you leave me in my room?!" Someone shouted angrily from the exorcists' place. Ron turned his head just as a misdirected bludger zoomed towards the tower's door and pummeled it, destroying the door.

Ron looked around and saw that a Slytherin beater had accidentally hit the bludger too hard to avoid it colliding with their player, making the bludger head its way to break the tower door. The exorcists knew what'll happen and they moved away before anyone could get hurt. After a silent pause, there were movement from the broken wood and I saw a familiar brown-haired girl in jacket, her head bowed down and the bludger in her right hand.

The Granger siblings and the exorcists couldn't even move as she walked slowly to the front of the tower, stepping on the ledge. And once she did, Ron thought he felt a chill run down his spine.

"Hey, hey…" She mumbled darkly, her head still hung low. "Will all of you," She threw the bludger in the air and jumped after it. "Just cut it out?!"

And with a twirl, she kicked the bludger so hard that because of the massive pressure she gave it, several Quidditch players were knocked out of their brooms. Fortunately, someone had managed to place a spell on the ground so that it'll feel like a pillow. Ron and the whole Gryffindor team could only stare in bewilderment, even Harry as he held onto the snitch. They all watched in complete silence as Hermione walked herself out in a huff.

"Look, we're sorry, okay?" Edward apologized exasperatedly inside the Common Room. I was sitting on one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace, arms and legs crossed and looking determinedly at the fire. The other exorcists were scattered inside the school grounds and I believe that my siblings and Timothy were just in the Great Hall eating sweets. "You were just asleep, that's all!"

"You could have least woken me up!" I countered at him irritably, still not looking at him. "And how many days was I out?"

"Nine," He answered immediately, and I could tell that his voice was this close to pleading. "Come on, Hermione. We wanted to watch over you, really! But there was a Quidditch game and it's our first time—"

"Ugh, this conversation is going nowhere," I mumbled irritatingly, rubbing my forehead. "Fine. I accept the apology but," I stopped, looking slightly amused at Edward's happy face. "You still owe me for not waking me up. And the reason why my left arm magically stuck itself back. And I want a huge chocolate cake."

"Whatever the lady wants," Edward said rather cheerfully, hugging me before tossing me my school bag. I opened it to see a set of school books. "Well? Hurry up there and get to your Transfiguration class! "

I shot up from my seat and kissed him on the cheek. "I still hate you, but maybe you have a small piece of love from me."

"Yeah, yeah, now get outta here. I have a meeting with Dumbledore in an hour, so I might be late when dinner starts," He called as I walked towards the door. I gave him a small salute before opening the door and closing it. I skipped towards the classroom and noticed that there were only a few students outside, either eating or doing their last-minute assignments. From what I can tell, and the large paper pinned to the board earlier, Edward had cancelled all the training activities, since probably, there weren't any akuma sightings from the last nine days. But, it also said that it would only occur two times in a week: Thursdays and Fridays. Since it was a Wednesday, they've got a big, truckload of schoolwork.

The Transfiguration Room's door was slightly ajar and peeking in, I saw Professor McGonagall giving out papers. I opened the door and knocked, catching her attention. Professor McGonagall turned from the students and smiled, along with my classmates, though most of them sighed in relief. Ron and Harry were there (surprise, surprise), waving manically at me.

"Miss Granger! How pleased am I to see you well," She greeted warmly at me, smiling widely as I stepped inside. "How is your hand?"

"It is quite alright. I'm just curious on how it stuck back," I chuckled shyly, rubbing the back of my neck. "Do you have any idea who it might be, professor?"

"I think your friends might be able to answer that, seeing as they're all dying to see you again," She snorted, pointing at the two idiots who kept waving at me. The class seemed to be amused and followed suit, making them look like crazed monkeys. I rolled my eyes.

"You guys sure are happy," I commented with a smile, and they cheered.

"Well, it looks like you have been dearly missed, Miss Granger. You can take your seat, wherever you like," McGonagall said, gesturing the whole classroom. i walked towards Ron's table, gave him a smirk before dumping my bag next to him. I took off my jacket and sat next to him, ignoring the few snickering that can be heard all around.

"Hey," Ron whispered once McGonagall continued giving instructions. and I turned my head to face him. He had this large bandage across his cheek, and a healing scar on the other. I instinctively placed my hand on my cheek. "Don't worry, I'm fine. It's just a scratch," he grinned, making me smile back, even though I have this feeling boiling in my body. "How's your arm fairing?"

"It's good," I answered back at him, waving said hand in front of him. I just noticed that there was a scar circling my wrist, but it didn't seem much. "Any idea on who put it back?"

"It's Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey," He answered dutifully, as if he said it before. "Maybe Snape too."

"Ah, I see," I laughed quietly at him.

"Alright then. I want everyone to get your transfiguration books and your wands," Professor McGonagall instructed as she held on in her arms. I took out my book, in which Ron gave me a blank stare.

"What?"

"Really, Hermione? Really?"

"It's not like I'll not study, Ronald," I poked my tongue out at him in annoyance.

"I want all of you to do your assignment yesterday. Your assignment was to research about a book-changing spell, and we are going to do one from your classmate's essay," She said, but I noticed the twinkle in her eye once she looked around. "The incantation is Visacar Bloomius, a spell in which makes any object have flowers sprouting from it," She said, swishing her wand at the book in her hands. The result was very lovely, as glorious sunflowers sprouted from the book. "The movement should be a normal swish and flick of the wrist. Right, now off to work, all of you; you've all got thirty minutes."

I looked at the book right in front of me and tried the spell. It didn't work. I frowned and tried again. Again, it didn't work.

"My innocence must be sapping my magic," I mumbled in amusement, looking at my wand. Ron, being the competitive jerk he was, grinned happily.

"There's still a chance!" Ron shouted happily. He looked at his book and said the spell. Apparently, it worked to its fullest. The book erupted glorious, white roses. He grinned at me proudly. "I'm doing great, aren't I?"

"Yes you are," I rolled my eyes as Harry and the others stared at a happy Ron and his creation with either irritation or amusement. They all started to work their hardest, trying to out-do Ron's creation. Professor gave him ten points for Gryffindor and no assignment once she passed by our table.

Ron then plucks one of the roses and gives it to me, still grinning widely.

"Are you giving this to me because you just beat me?" I asked incredulously, looking at him as I accepted his rose with a smile.

"Maybe," He said in a playful tone. I punched him softly on the arm and we both started laughing to our hearts' content. After a few moments, I tried the spell again and blue roses magically came out from my book. His face dropped immediately into one with shock.

"Looks like my magic came back, thanks to you," I said happily, standing up and kissing his cheek. "I'm going to move about the classroom and help the others, okay?"

"S-Sure," He mumbled in a daze. I started to roam around the room and stopped by Harry's desk to see the white lilies his book has grown.

"Wow," I said in awe, the smell of the lilies over-powering the others. Harry jumped and just sighed in relief when he saw me. "What? Are you still jumpy after all those months?"

"Yes. You can't be sure if you're going to get attacked again," He sighed warily. I plucked one of the lilies from his book and smelled it.

"You know what? I think I'm going to ask for flowers," I decided, placing Ron's rose behind my ear and going to some tables.

"Psst, Ron!" Harry whispered, catching the attention of Ron. Ron shook from his daze, still in a trance when Hermione kissed him on the cheek, and looked at him. "Is it me, or did Hermione change into a free-spirited girl?"

"Hey, I don't know about you, but I seriously like this. And besides, she's still the same bookworm I know," Ron muttered happily in an answer. He looked over his shoulder to see her casually talking to Draco Malfoy. "You know what, scratch that."

"Hey, don't get angry at Draco, he's fine and all now," Harry snickered. Draco was conversing with Hermione as if they were old friends. "What? Are you jealous?"

"Of-Of course not!" Ron whispered loudly, his face heating up. Hermione took one of Draco's flowers, a green lily and bid him thanks as she started to roam again.

"Oi Draco!" Harry called in a whisper, making Draco look at him. "What did Hermione tell you?"

"Really? Out of all the things you could ask me about, you just want to know what she talked about with me," He asked, dumb-founded. Harry nodded sheepishly. He rolled his eyes. "She just asked me how you guys were doing and that she was sorry for slapping me in the face in third year. Not that I don't deserve it. Why? Is Weasley jealous?"

"Apparently," Harry chuckled and Draco snorted in amusement. "Let's tease them later, yeah?"

"Agreeing on that one," Draco laughed, agreeing with Harry. Sure they weren't the best of friends, but after the year, they were really good friends. He would always join Harry and Ron in their games, especially in the newly created Joint Common Room.

"Oh yeah, you two go and tease me and all," Ron said to them sarcastically. "Some kind of friends you are," He grumbled, and Before he knew it, he felt to arms wrap around his neck. That person was giggling, making Ron blush more as he saw a basket full of flowers shoved in front of him.

"Look how much I've got Ron!" Hermione laughed cheerfully. Draco and Harry led the laughing all around the room, making Ron go to his very animated face.

"You just have to collect every damn flower in the room, haven't you?"

"Hey, I'm only keeping the white rose you gave me and the blue roses I made. These'll go to Tevak," I huffed, hugging the basket and jacket close to me. We were off to our Defense Against the Dark Arts after Transfiguration, but we still have about twenty minutes since basically, everyone got through the seatwork and, professor did give us all five points for completing the task. "Now come on, we should get some snacks before class starts. The kids might be there, along with the others. There might even be a possibility of seeing a forty-feet stack of plates."

"And I reckon that you've been wearing frilly skirts and dresses," I heard Ron mumble. I glared at him. "What? Was it something I said?" He asked innocently. I rolled my eyes.

"Ha-ha," I laughed sarcastically, throwing him a punch on the shoulder. He winces at the impact. "I'll have you know that I don't wear frilly dresses. As if I'd wear something I don't like. I only wear shorts, and plain skirts, not frilly skirts."

"Yeah right, and Harry's a newt," Ron snorted, rubbing his bruised arm. "Woman, how hard do you punch?!"

"Don't blame me. It isn't my fault," I answered haughtily to him as we entered the Great Hall. I instantly spotted the triplet of kids and Tevak eating through the mountain of sweets on the table. Link was with them, munching on shortcake as he wrote on his notebook. Allen was… well, being Allen. Everyone's faces could be amused or horrified—mostly horrified—as they see how tall Allen's finished plates were. "Oops, wrong calculation. It's about fifty feet," I mused, tilting my head up. "Maybe even sixty."

"Why isn't he still fat?!" Draco asked, incredulous as to why Allen is still thin. I would be too, if I hadn't met Allen and his eating tendencies. "He's still thin, for Merlin's sake!"

"Let's just say that it's because of his innocence," I explained for Allen, looking at Len, Katherine and Timothy, all whom were eating to their hearts' delight. I placed the basket near Tevak as she ate her chocolate cake while reading a book of magic potions. "Here you go, one big basket of flowers," I told her and her eyes gleamed of happiness; Link, to my surprise, gave a small smile before resuming his frown as Allen continued to chomp down a huge turkey. "Hey," I said sternly to my younger siblings. Said twins, looked up at me, their mouth full of food. "Mum said you can't eat too many sweets. You do know that you both are getting braces, right?"

"We don't!" Len said happily, still munching on the sweets.

"Then don't blame me if one of your teeth suddenly falls out," I shook my head, taking the pouch Katherine gave to me and stuffed it with candies. As I tied the bag so that the sweets wouldn't fall out, I heard a resounding crash. Ah, Allen's tower of plates dropped. "Allen, you're cleaning that," I chastised him, pushing the flabbergasted classmates of mine towards the door. "Hurry it up, will you? Before the professors blame me—"

"Miss Granger!"

I stopped pushing my classmates and sighed. "Why oh why this always happening to me?" I grumbled a bit before handing Harry my stuff. "Well, this is going to be marvelous," I smirked at my friends as each gave their looks of disgust as their eyes caught a shade of pink.

And a horrible shade of pink it was.

"Your uniform is not accepted in the school premises—"

"Ah, I knew I smelled a cat," I loudly commented, turning to her. There she was, in all her pink glory, but this time, her face was a paler and thinner. It looks like she had a great time in Azkaban, but that didn't mean she still didn't look like a frog. "But good afternoon to you too, Dolores," I drawled out her name in a manner that made her flinch. I, to be precise, am now trying to remove the thought of getting my extra knife from inside my sock and pierce it through her cats, even if it is a good idea. "Now, about my clothes. I dare not say that it is actually necessary for me to wear my school robes, but I'm only here for business matters and, I've been… taken-out to serve as a princess in Galia. And," I added, ignoring her gasp of shock. "I believe you should call me Princess Hermione, for I am royalty. And as far as I know, being a witch of blue-blood tops the rank of any other pure-blood in the Ministry, is it not?"

She stuttered quite a bit, her pink bow losing some pins on her head as she shook frigidly.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm ecstatic to see you again after marking an E in my O.W.L.'s," I sneered cruelly, causing some of the others chuckling. "But I thought you were in Azkaban? Have you already made yourself so low that you went ahead with your cowardly ways and somehow spun the heads of two employees of the Ministry? Surely, you must know the consequences of using an Imperius Curse. It is a one-way ticket to a life-long stay in Azkaban," I warned with a smile, causing her to go red. "As such, I am afraid that I, a mere witch, can tell my former headmaster at this point on how you got here, and why you did. Or possibly the Minister of Magic, that Scrimgeour fellow?"

"I-I am here only for a small cause, M—Princess Hermione," Umbridge bowed. I could sense all the loathing she has with me and she managed to fixate me a smile. "We have only come to visit Hogwarts to see if everything is crisp and clear after the attack—"

"If you can see with both eyes, this school is perfectly fine. The exorcists and I have already finished the business that the Ministry cannot have done," I interrupted harshly, making her halt in surprise. "You have no business here in Hogwarts. I suggest you go back to your smelly prison cell in Azkaban, or maybe visit a Muggle optometrist, they can check if your eyes aren't blurry at all."

"I-I do not need that!" She shouted, making the students stop and look at her.

"How rude," I sighed mockingly, shaking my head. "Speaking like that to a princess, and shouting to her as well! Oh the humiliation you have set on your forefathers! Too bad, though. You see, in my kingdom, when one does not talk back nicely to any of us, we would have them beheaded or imprisoned the next day. I could send my mother and our minister to see through your faults and be sentenced to death, or would you like that I slide the death sentence and send my regards to the Minister—"

"I—we—oh for heaven's sake, we will go!" Umbridge shrieked madly, her head now looking like a tomato. Just as she was exiting through the large gates, she turned furiously at me, opening her mouth.

"What? Care to speak back?" I gambled, taking out my knife and held it in front of me. She took a step back instantly. "May I remind you that even though I may be out of the Ministry's hands, I have my connections and," I tucked a stray curl of hair behind my ear as I flicked my hand. "I am not afraid, by all means, to use this."

Horrified, she hurriedly strode out of the school. As both doors close, every student cheers.

"Chaoji, Marie, Kanda," I said through my microphone, looking on as Umbridge walked away. "If you someone wearing a ghastly shade of pink walking around, along with two bodyguards, capture them immediately and send them to the Headmaster. She's an escaped convict; the other two are just hypnotized. Make sure that your cloaks are on," I added as an afterthought. "Yeah, magic repellent, I know… just get her before she reaches the boundaries of Hogw—oh, you've got her? Good. Send her to our headmaster and then it'll be—no Kanda. No slicing."

"How did you do all that? You were amazing!" Ron guffawed, looking proud and happy as I turned off the mic. I rubbed the back of my head in shyly.

"After everything that's happening around, I think you guys ribbed off on me," I said, amused at his expression. "It wasn't a big deal. Kanda already caught them and they're on their way to Professor Dumbledore by now."

"And all lies it was!" I felt someone place their hands on my shoulders. I know I've heard that joyful voice when I was in third year and I turned my to hug two of my favourite Order members: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. "It was a very amazing play, Hermione! Bravo!"

"How are you fairing?" Remus asked nonchalantly, rubbing my head as if I was some puppy.

"I'm doing well, I guess," I answered, removing his hand from my head and smiling up at him. "Did the advice I gave you for Tonks worked?"

His face reddened horribly and Sirius gave him a mischievous grin.

"Actually he—"

"A-Anyways, I want everyone follow us please!" Remus stuttered uncharacteristically, avoiding the eyes of his students. "We're going outside for class today—"

"What did I miss?" I asked quietly Ron and Harry, following Sirius and Remus. Sirius was jabbering away excitedly to us, even dodging the book Remus threw at him.

"Oh yeah, you didn't know. Just this summer, Remus proposed to Tonks and married her," Harry said jovially. I widened my eyes and my jaw dropped.

"About time!" I agreed, looking positively happy. "And from what I've been hearing from Sirius, he said that Remus did—"

"Oh no!" Ron shouted suddenly, clamping my ears. Although he covered them, I could still hear him shouting to an amused Harry, "I'm not going to let you pollute her mind! I've had those twins for brothers, and I'm not letting her hear what you have to say!" I felt my face heat up.

Oh.

Thank you, Ron.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY.

We had exams and I can't very much study while I was writing this. Plus, my fanfiction was going awry, so there. The next chapter might be up after two weeks (again), so stay tuned.

Again, I AM SO SORRY! TT^TT