Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except the plot

A/N: Im sorry if some of this chapter if repeated in the next chapter. I originally wrote 'change' as the first chapter. But it got way to short so I had to modify it a bit. Soz of the inconvenience

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In this story Hermione Granger was transferred to Beauxbatons at the beginning of 3rd year. She is starting 7th year. Voldemort is not dead (LV). No one cares about the Horcruxes and Dumbledore is not dead either. Hermione is still contacting Harry and Ron regularly. But she doesn't like Harry anymore. She thinks he's a jerk.

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It was a new chapter of Hermione's life. Everything had changed. Her looks, her personality and her outlook on Harry Potter. He took credit for everything she had done. Everything others had done. AKA Professor Lockhart the 2nd. She really didn't like Harry Potter anymore. Just recently she had acquired the information that she was adopted. After a fierce night of tears and confrontation she got the information she wanted. She was a pureblood witch. Unbelievable. She read the letters her real father had sent her adoptive muggle parents over the years instructing them on how to care for her. It was his wish that she was sent to Beauxbatons in 2nd year. It was his wish that she should be sent back to Hogwarts this year. 7th year. It was also his wish that she should know who he was. Oh, the drama. Hermione was horrified to be revealed to this fact. Something she knew to be true. Someone she feared. Someone she hated above all others. Now that someone, was someone she had to love. Her father.

Hermione was sitting in her new home feeling rather happy. Her father gave her a freedom she never knew existed. She could do anything she wanted in the house. It was the week before Hogwarts.

Hermione was reading the diary entries she had written from a few weeks ago.

In this story Beauxbatons is an only girl's school.

Dear Diary,

I really do hope I do not have to go back to Beauxbatons next year. Those girls are such pansies sometimes. I miss the times I had with Harry and Ron. Even if I only knew them for two years. Here are the things I want to accomplish in my life.

My accomplishment list:

1. Go back to Hogwarts. I miss the place

2. Find a BF.

3. Leave Beauxbatons

4. Straighten hair

5. Sort out teeth problem

6. Get silk dress robes for future dances

7. Blue? Green? Red?

8. BLACK!

9. White? Nah. Too weddingish.

10. Promote S.P.E.W.

11. Fall in love

12. Become Head girl of Beauxbatons

13. Get a good job in the Ministry of Magic that promotes Elvish Welfare.

14. Get top marks for N.E.W.T.S.

15. Keep dreaming about going back to Hogwarts.

These are the things I want to achieve at the moment. Wow. NEWTS are so close.

Mother says she has something of the utmost importance to tell me today. Today is a special day. I am turning 17. This is the age in the wizarding world where you can legally use magic. The party is tonight. It's going to be a very small party. Only my parents, a visitor that I still do not know of and myself. Quality not quantity. That's what I want. I'm getting dressed now. Until after the party.

Hermione Granger

Flashback of the "Party"

Hermione cut the cake and blew out the candles. This was a muggle tradition she had kept for many years. She loved it. This year she wished that some things on her accomplishment list would come true. She had hope.

Once all the food was consumed Mrs Granger got out a wand and conjured up some fat armchairs.

Hermione was speechless. (Well, not really considering she could talk)

"Wha—bu—you---can---t---d-o---mag—gi--c."

"This is a bit of a shock for you Hermione. Your father agrees with me."

Her father hastened to nod under her mothers death glare.

"You're muggles! You can't do magic!"

"Hermione we're purebloods."

Hermione's world spun out of control.

"Purebloods?" She whispered incredulously. "Mum? Dad? Your purebloods?"

"Hermione." Her father sat down in the armchair opposite her. "We're not your parents."

Hermione just sat there and blinked for about 5 minutes.

"Ok guys the jokes over. Pull it off."

"Hermione this is not a joke. We are your adoptive parents."

Hermione just screamed in anger.

"THEN WHO IS! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THIS EARLIER? WHO ARE MY PARENTS? WHY DID YOU HIDE THIS FROM ME? WHY ME? WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN?"

"Hermione if you're not going to accept the fact that you are not our child, than you may as well just get out of this house," her "dad" said coldly.

Hermione started sobbing. "What's going to happen to me?"

"Your real father will come and pick you up soon."

"What?" Hermione's voice was dangerously cold.

"I'm sorry you were not informed on this before."

"When's he coming?"

"Now."

Just as this was said Hermione heard the familiar sound of Apparation and a hooded figure stepped next to her.

"This is my dad?" Hermione asked her "parents" with a smirk on her lips.

"Why yes I am Hermione."

"Could I please at least see your face?" Hermione saw her "parents" faces contort in fear.

"Why of course, my child."

As he pulled off his hood, Hermione was horrified to see the face of the one and only. Lord Voldemort. AKA…LV.

"You're not my father." Hermione said almost scornfully.

"You dare to contradict me?"

"I'm a pureblood. I know that you are a half blood."

Already the stubbornness of the purebloods had kicked in.

"Hermione, I am a pureblood."

"Don't you dare try and trick me. Harry told me how your mother fell in love with a muggle man. How he left her to die alone with you."

"I'm afraid you have been listening to lies. My father Tom Marvolo Riddle was a squib. I found it less humiliating to call him a muggle than a squib. A squib who was under the control of the Imperius Curse that left my mother. The squib who is now your grandfather,"

Hermione was speechless. How could she, Hermione Selena Granger be Hermione Riddle. The 'I am the evil dictator of the world's' daughter.

Yet something in her mind told her it was true. So she surrendered.

"So. What do you intend to do with me? Chuck me away like you did when I was born? Was I that insignifigent to you? Was I not worth your precious Harry Potter killing time?" Hermione spat out.

"I gave you to my pureblood twin sister here. The woman you have known as your mother is actually your aunt. I gave you away because I felt the pain in which your mother gave me when she was forced to leave. You will live with me until you go to Hogwarts. You will stay with me after you leave Hogwarts. You will be able to leave once you are married."

"Married." Hermione raised one eyebrow. "What if I never marry?"

"Oh. I sorted that out for you." LV said happily

"What?" Hermione inquired in a dead cold voice.

"I have found you a suitable husband. You Hermione Riddle are betrothed to my most faithful death eater."

Everything after that was pretty much a blur. She packed her things and was taken to the Riddle Manor.

It was huge!

"So Dad." She said timidly

"What do you want to ask me, Hermione?" LV beckoned her to sit on the kitchen stool opposite him.

"Am I going back to Beauxbatons?"

"What do you want?"

"I want to go back to Hogwarts."

"Done," LV said as he ate a chocolate chip cookie.

"What?"

"Have you changed your mind already?"

"No, no. But are you seriously sending me to Hogwarts?"

"Yes. I had a long chat with Dumbledore the other day. He says he will most surely welcome you into Hogwarts."

"You had a chat with Dumbledore without blowing ourselves up?" Hermione said with a slight smile on her face.

"Finally Hermione! You smile!"

"So, what about this betrothed of mine?" Hermione said ignoring her father's words.

"Fine boy he is. Handsome and charming. Everything you could wish for."

"Yet, I still don't know his name." Hermione said sadly.

"In good time you will find out. In good time,"

end flashback.

"I'm home."

"Hello to you to!" Hermione shouted to her father from her room.

"Just checking if little Potter hadn't killed you, yet."

"You suck!"

Hermione heard her father chuckling. 'Wow. Dad laughed. That's a new one.'

Hermione heard two people talking downstairs. She quietly crept out of her room and listened to their conversation.

"Now. You are allowed anywhere but upstairs. You can if you want to. But I assure my daughter will not be as welcoming as I am."

Hermione silently laughed.

"Thank you my Lord." That voice sounded so familiar. It awoke an old memory. Just who was this guy? Unfortunately she could not see the guy from where she was. Hermione turned and went inside her room and looked into the mirror. She saw an extremely beautiful girl staring back at her. Dark brown straight hair and amazingly unusual purple eyes. She was truly a magnificent sight. She was slim but she wielded a sense of strength. She had never seen anyone more prettier than she was.

"Who are you?" The girls lips moved as Hermione's did.

"What is your name?" The girl moved at the same time.

'NO. This is not happening. It can't be.' Yet she knew it was true as the girl in the mirror copied everything she did.

She collapsed

LV had gone out during the day and had brought home a very distantly sad and grateful Draco Malfoy. He was LV's most faithful death Eater. After the death of both Lucius and Narcissa, LV decided to let Draco live in his Manor. After all he was betrothed to his daughter.

'Yes. My most faithful deatheater and my daughter. What a wonderful match.'

As soon as Draco entered LV's home he was struck with a sense of awe.

'I am in the home of the most powerful wizard in the world. And I'm not dead.'

As soon as he thought of the words death he thought of his parents. Their deaths.

"Now Draco. You can go anywhere except upstairs. You can go upstairs but I assure you, you will be eaten alive by the gargoyles I have set up,"

"Why not upstairs, My Lord?"

"That is where my daughter resides."

"Your daughter?" Draco could not cover the immense surprise he felt.

"Yes, my daughter. Now, I wish you would join me for dinner at 7. You can explore the house in anyway, just remember my advice on upstairs. Now I have to go to check upon my daughter."

"Yes, my Lord."