Chapter 33-La Principessa Delle Stelle

A/N Thank you Kathryn for my 120th review. And if you have not already gone and reread chapters 16-31, please do, I'm sure everything will make a lot more sense if you do. Sorry for the inconvenience. And everyone who is saying Harry should be Gryffindor's heir, NO HE SHOULDN'T, he always gets the fame and glory, so I'm thinking I should give Ron a chance by making him the heir of our primary house. And Thank You all of my readers, I have 125 reviews and NO Flamers so far, only 1 constructive criticism, which was close to a flamer, but wasn't quite one.

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~Introducing...La Principessa Delle Stelle, or Princess of the Stars~ Little Dragon said (Okay, I tried to write this in Italian with an online translator. If this translation is wrong, PLEASE TELL ME!). ~My mother's mistress, La Regina Delle Stelle, Queen of the Stars is the one that I was referring to as Her. The Queen was the peacekeeper on this earth. She was lying on her deathbed when Voldemort was rising. She died on the day that Voldemort met his first demise by your cousin, Harry Potter. Voldemort was greatly weakened because She used her last piece of power at that moment, and combined with the strength in his mother's sacrifice Voldemort was but a wavering shadow of his old self. This is the reason that Lord Voldemort has been able to get up after that and continues to live and beleaguer poor innocents. Hermione was marked as her heir when she died, and now, to prove that you are who I say you are, I will show you your proof.~ Little Dragon licked Hermione's forehead a second time, and then a third. Hermione began to glow once again, then floated just above the couch. There was a great pain in her forehead, and the pain struck her once, twice, three, four, five, six, seven times. The last time held the most pain and it was all that kept her from passing out yet again.

Draco's POV

Hermione glowed once again and floated about a few inches above the sofa. Her hair swirled around her and she threw back her head in obvious pain, brow furrowed and cheeks pale. She came back onto the couch with a thump, and the glowing stopped immediately. Little Dragon still lay on her chest, but now she quickly got off. You could see electric currents dancing between Hermione's temples.

The first current was red and it gathered at her left temple, and then shot off to the other, bouncing back to the first, only to shoot to the second as a red blur, it started to slow visibly as it made it's way back to where it had originated on her left temple. But it didn't stop there; it went back to her right temple, and then pulsed seven times on its way back to her left, finally it crawled to her right. It made it all the way and stopped just before her temple, and then shot up and stopped completely at her forehead, just beside her hairline, where it went out and then blasted everyone with light suddenly. Where it had come to rest there was now a black tattoo of a star with a red spot in the center. The star, had it been measured would have fit in a square centimeter.

Now her right temple pulsed with violet light and it danced the same dance as the red current had, except it turned into a star tattoo parallel of the red one above her left temple. Now came an orange light and the same thing happened, but it starred lower than the red and violet ones and a more to the center of her forehead. An indigo beam skipped in the same pattern as the others, resting in a mirrored position of the star with the orange center. The same thing happened with yellow and blue waves, a little lower and closer to the middle of her forehead than the others, but the green did something odd. It did the usual pattern of bouncing back and forth seven times, then stopped straight between the yellow and blue stars (A/N I am referring to the stars as a solid color. Really they are all black, and identical with the exception that each star has a spot of color in the center, and I am referring to the stars by that center color.), rather than going down a little more, although it was placed in the middle. This concluded the rainbow that was in the black stars of the crown on Hermione's head.

Now a last little light climbed. It didn't do the pattern that all the others had, but one that was unique. It began in the temples, but it didn't all gather at one, instead it gathered in central point of her forehead. It just sat there for a minute, and then slowly climbed down and merged with the red star, which glowed white even after it left to go to the violet, which did the same thing. It traced its way through the stars as they had come, leaving each star glowing white. It finally finished with the green star and, with all the glowing white stars in a sort of semi- circle at its back, it went down to where the green star would have been had it followed the same pattern as the others and gone a little lower. As soon as it appeared there it went out. No bang or burst of light, just out.

The now-glowing-white stars grew bright and in pairs, first the violet and red, second the orange and indigo, third the yellow and blue, their lights flew to the place where the white light had vanished and melted into Hermione's skin. Last the green star's light came, dimmer than all the rest, but when it reached the spot where the white light had vanished Hermione yelled out in apparent pain, eyes closed tight in an unsuccessful attempt to ward it off. When the scream subsided, there was a white star with some type of black crystal or mineral in the middle of her brows, where the green one should have been.

Hermione's POV

Hermione was breathing raggedly when she finally opened her eyes. Her whole body was drenched in sweat and her clothes were sticking to her body uncomfortably. She reached up to her forehead and touched the tattooed crown of stars, flinching when she came to the white one. Harry got up and went into the bathroom, returning a couple of minutes later with a mirror, which he handed to Hermione. She held it up to her head and examined the crown, 'it's very pretty, but the white star is painful,' she thought. She thought about it a little more until Little Dragon's voice cut through her thoughts. ~Now that you have the crown in place, no concealment charms or anything to hide it will work, so there it is and there it will always be. Also, Dumbledore does not know that you are La Principessa Delle Stelle, so I think you should go inform him of this now.~

Hermione nodded and stood up. The world spun and she plopped back down on the couch immediately. She sat there for a minute in the overwhelming silence from the other three. "Let's go now, okay?"

They made their way to Dumbledore's office in silence, and were presented with stares at Hermione's head from all who passed them. They made it to the stone gargoyle and Hermione muttered the password, (Skiving Snackboxes A/N he must still be in touch with Fred and George) and they entered onto the moving spiral staircase.

Draco knocked on the door to Dumbledore's office. No one answered. Draco knocked again, but a little louder, "Professor Dumbledore, sir, we need to talk to you." Silence. Hermione whipped out her wand and muttered several unlocking charms at the door; finally it swung open. Dumbledore was lying on the floor of his office. Hermione ran over to him and put her hand on his neck, searching for a pulse. There was no pulse and he was not breathing.

A/N Heeheeheehe another cliffie, I'm getting good at those. Well, at least you all know who Hermione is now. And my apologies on the big long paragraphs.

SurfAngel- Yes, I know about all the "Adult stuff" in most of the stories and honestly, I don't think that it is necessary. You could just say that they kissed and leave it at that, like I do, or you could go into detail about their kiss. Personally, I would like to leave my kissing as is and not go into too much detail. I am immature about some things and this is one of them, detailed kissing, it doesn't always need to be in detail, that is why I changed my rating from PG-13 to PG, there is nothing PG-13 about anything.