A/N: Reposted, Chapter I.

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Chapter One

The Daily Prophet: July 10th, 2003

Article Title: Huge Hit

Music sensation Flambez La'fleur (stage name: Rocking Death Girl) made a huge hit last night. Her concert in Belfast, Ireland attracted over 500,000 wizards, witches, and muggles alike. Radio stations broadcasting her concert live had chart-topping ratings over the night, gaining even more listeners. It's no real doubt that this mysterious girl is a huge hit. With her beautiful voice and drop-dead gorgeous looks, any boy would fall for the musical queen and girls just simply stay awe-faced at her every move.

But, strange news has come to our attention, of which happened right after her show. It seems as though Draco Malfoy, rich pureblood and current heir to the Malfoy fortune, thinks that Flambez is Hermione Granger, the muggle-born witch proclaimed dead exactly five years ago.

A Daily Prophet reporter was able to catch snippets of the conversation from the two, which, filled in all its loathing glory, was displayed in front of any on-lookers back stage. A short recap was made, in which you can read on page 4, where the article will continue.

The Daily Prophet: Page 4
Article Title: What's This?

..."You god ----ed idiot!" Flambez had shouted at the almost-expecting Draco. "You tried to kill me, Malfoy! After everything!" Flambez had slapped Draco then, seemed in a fit of rage. But, 'he tried to kill her'? No one here seems to understand this statement, but it's led many to believe that Flambez is, in fact, Hermione Granger. The theory seems to be confirmed by Draco, both of them

"So you remember, eh, Granger?" Mr. Malfoy had questioned back, though clearly more of a statement. But, let's look over this. 'Granger'. Hermione Granger. The theory is slowly becoming a puzzle pieced together. "Or, wait, what was your name now? 'Rocking Death Girl'? Seems suitable enough, considering past circumstances. But, truly, you would have forgotten about that?" But, here, this is confusing. Rocking Death Girl, the stage name of Flambez La'fleur. Yet, if thought about, a lot, can make a rather bit of sense.

Further information, we're dearly sorry about, can not be found. After much digging through many files, still no other evidence remains. If one of the reporters is to come across such information, we will alert everyone with the news. Until then.

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Hermione sighed, putting down The Daily Prophet. Just her luck it was, everyone now, in a way, knowing of her real identity. The one away from Flambez La'fleur. The one she had tried to escape, exactly six years ago. Oh, how wonderful, her mind stated sarcastically. The anniversary of my death.

Getting up from her chair at the kitchen table, downing the rest of her coffee in a quick gulp and discarding the goblet, she threw the newspaper into the garbage can, which, in an instant, cleared entirely (it was magic).

Walking out of the kitchen, closing the door quite loudly in a small fit of rage, she entered her vast living room. Plopping down on the large, cloud-like plush sofa, she sighed, once more though quite loudly. Relaxing a bit, she scrambled her hand around the sofa-side table, in search for the remote to her television. The search was successful and she brought the remote in front of her, flicking the large television on. Flipping through the channels lazily, she caught a glance of a certain Flambez La'fleur's music video of her song 'Hunter'. Stopping herself from changing the channel, she watched her fake-realitied self dance and sing around the setting, though without the spark and enthusiasm many other famous actors/actresses and singers would normally have all around them. It was more like silent mourning and dreading, though only she seemed to spot it.

As the song came to its close, another music video flashes across the television, and Hermione saw the flash of platinum blonde hair that she would have never wanted to see in her life again. But the thought quickly escaped her mind as, another muggle invention that she, being of muggle origin, knew of, began its strange ringing sound, filling the large living room with it's loud noise. Scrambling her hands around the small table aside the sofa once more, she picked up the receiver and pressed it to her ear.

"Flambez La'fleur speaking," she said, her voice sounding almost automatic. "How may I help you?"

"Flame, really now," her American friend, and show organizer (who happened to be a witch, and a muggle-born, mind you), Daisie, answered. "You sound more like a pizza delivery service than a music sensation."

"If you care so much," Hermione mumbled under her breath.

"Anyway," Daisie said, ignoring the mumbling that she happened to catch. "That article, ignore it. Probably that damned Rita Skeeter woman trying to get more gossip than she can swallow. Wouldn't be surprised if it was all a lie." Hermione gulped slightly at that comment, knowing fully well that everything was absolutely true, down to the very last letter.

"Yes, Daisie, I'm aware of that," Hermione added after a short moment of silence. "Now, I know that has nothing to do with the reason you're calling me. Do tell?"

"Oh, yes, that," Daisie said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Well, I've arranged a pre-concert show for you down in muggle London. Don't fret, it's only one song: your choice. I believe they said the 'Digital Abyss' was the place. Surely you know of such?"

"Yes," Hermione added, nodding slightly to herself. "Yes, I do."

"Okay, good. You'll be performing there. As soon as you do a few autographs, and interview maybe, and meeting your partner for the tour-"

"What partner?" Hermione asked, half-annoyed and half-curious. Had she been told of such, she wouldn't have cared.

"Damn Reakelle... " Daisie mumbled, referring to their boss. "Did she not tell you? You'll be going on tour with Bad Faith. A really hot guy, might I say. Really swept the girls off their feet as soon as he hit the music industry. Right about the same time as¼ you."

"Can't say I've ever heard of him, really," Hermione piped on. "Just have to wait and meet the bugger at the show, then, neh?"

"The show?" Hermione heard loud giggling coming from the other end of the phone. "Flame, dear, you'll be sharing the tour bus with him the entire three months!"

"You've got to be kidding-" Hermione started to say, but was cut off by Daisie.

"Anyway, I've got to go," Daisie added hastily. "Make sure you get there at six o'clock tonight. You know where the place is. Got to go now, though. See you then!" She finished, and then hung up the phone quickly.

Hermione sighed, placing the phone down herself. Flipping the television off with the remote, she lifted herself off the sofa, away from the relaxation, and proceeded to the spiraling, marble stairs that led to her bedroom to get ready for whatever coming for her that night.

Oh, what a surprise she had coming, too.