^__^ Hi! Thank you all for your reviews! Review thanks are at the bottom. I would also like to point out that even though the fifth book is going to be released very soon (yippee!) this story takes place as if it never happened, and something else did which resulted in nil people dying. In this chapter, we also get a small piece about summer at Weasleyville (to make the chapter longer). Also some slight Harry/Ginny.

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Disclaimer: I do not own or make any money from Harry Potter. Shame, innit.

"..." = talking

'Italics' = thoughts

Italics = dream sequence

Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin.

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"Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape said there was a letter," Hermione gasped, having sprinted from the library in embarrassment. "Oh, and if he says anything about fire, and me, don't believe him. He's a big liar," she added emphatically.

"Hermione, calm down. Professor Snape does not tell lies, but he has yet to mention anything. And yes, there is a letter for you." He smiled and handed her the letter. She took it and sat down.

Hermione,

We hope you will still be coming home. Your father and I wish to apologise for not telling you sooner, and we hope that you will still be proud to call us your parents. We know that you feel hurt, and we understand that this is new to you. So, your father and I have moved us to a house nearer to London. Our old one was getting too small for us all. We bought it a few weeks ago, wanting it to be a surprise. It is not far from Diagon Alley, so any time you wish for help with your new powers, you will not have far to go. When you return, go to Diagon Alley. We left a message with the bartender there, who will guide you to your new home. All your belongings have been moved, and Crookshanks is settling in well. Your father wants me to say that we understand if you wish to stay at Hogwarts for a few days to learn to control your new powers, and we will be at out new home when you return. I hope you liked our surprise. We want you to have the best education possible, and if we need to be closer to the Wizarding community for you, then we are happy. We also have a floo connection in our new house, courtesy of Arthur Weasley, which is connected to Hogsmeade and the Weasley's home.

Love always,

Mum & Dad.

PS: Thank Professor Dumbledore for keeping you there long enough for us to pack everything up. We had asked him to anyway.

Hermione stared at the letter. "We've moved! We have Floo! I can be close to Diagon Alley!" she informed Dumbledore excitedly. "Oh, Professor, would it be alright if I did stay for a few days? My parents," she said the words with pride, "think it will help me control my powers."

Dumbledore chuckled, knowing her excitement at her new home. "Very well, Miss Granger. I suggest you stay in the Gryffindor Common Room, and if you wish to avoid the Great Hall, then I am sure that Dobby and Winky would be willing to bring you your meals."

"Thank you Professor!" Hermione beamed at Dumbledore and skipped off, humming a tune. Her parents still wanted her, and she still wanted to be with them. 'Maybe today won't be so bad. I injured Snape twice, even though I have got detention when I get back to school,' she thought happily.

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Hermione narrowed her eyes and lifted her hand. Flames encircled the straw dummy, and exploded. Hermione grinned. "Yes! Now I don't even have to think about it much! I can control it better too!" Stacks of straw lay around her, as she constructed another dummy. "One more, and then I'll get my stuff and go." After a week, she had gained almost full control of her powers. Now came the final test.

Hermione raised her hands and smiled. Icicles shot at the dummy, piercing it. Water rained down, and a strong wind battered it to and fro. Finally, flames engulfed it, and a pile of cinders was left.

"YES!" Hermione cheered and started dancing around. "Maybe having these powers isn't so bad. I can have a lot of fun with them," she said, unaware that anyone was listening.

"On the contrary, Hermione. Your powers are to be the key element in the downfall of Voldemort." Dumbledore stood behind her. "There was a reason that your powers were sealed away." He turned his piercing blue eyes on her. "It was for the purpose you must accomplish this year. Voldemort has risen again, and now the world looks to Harry Potter, and the new Princess of the Elementals, to defeat him."

"But, I can't defeat Voldemort," whispered Hermione, suddenly feeling very small. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he looked to the dummy, and then back to her.

"I suggest that you re-think that statement. You have not, but you must. There is an old Elemental legend which tells of this time. I suggest you read it." He turned and left with a smile.

Hermione stared at him, and her gaze took in the whole castle. Hogwarts was a magnificent place. Her thoughts then drifted to her parents, who, as Muggles, were at risk.

"Let's read this legend, then," she sighed, defeated. If there was anything she could do, she had sworn once, then she would do it. 'And I don't want to put Mum and Dad in danger.'

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"But fear not, young ones," Hermione read from an ancient book of tales. "For when the Elementals fall under the Dark Lord, two shall remain. The Holy Princess, with powers almighty, and her Prince, her reason for fighting. Both have powers beyond our imaginations, young ones. They shall remain as enemies until the time arises, when both shall reveal their pasts. Aided by the three Holy Children, those blessed by the Gods, the Children of Light, Love, and Hope, they shall defeat the Dark Lord and his shadows. Then, when once more the world is free, the Princess shall come to us, and free us from our prison. She shall bring a new world, one with peace and love, and once again the Elementals will be free, guarding humanity from the darkness. The union between light and dark, serpent and lion, good and evil, shall be the cause of millennia of peace. They shall reside in the glittering Crystal Palace, produced by the strength of their love."

Hermione closed the book. So there was another like her? Someone with the same powers, the same past, the same future?

"I will find them," she said determinedly. "They'll show up at Hogwarts in September. They always do." She put the book in her bag, and went to gather up her stuff. This legend would require some serious analysing.

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"Wow!" Hermione stood outside her new home for the first time. It was a large detached house, with a huge garden. She walked up it, and noticed Crookshanks lazing in the sun.

"Hey you," she smiled, gathering him up in her arms. Crookshanks opened an eye and purred lazily.

"He missed you," said her mother from the doorway. Hermione looked up, anxious to see how Elizabeth had been. There was a smile on both faces.

"MUM!" cried Hermione, dropping Crookshanks to hug her mother. "Mum I'm so sorry!"

"For what?" laughed Elizabeth. "For being who you are? No, Hermione, I should apologise. But let's get inside. Your father will want to see you too." Elizabeth stepped aside and Hermione ran through, jumping on to her father. "Dad! I'm back!" All three people grinned.

"How about we show you your new room?" asked Elizabeth. Hermione nodded happily. Now that she was back home, even though it had only been a week, she felt happy and at peace.

"It's upstairs, the first on the left," gasped John as he tried to breathe after Hermione's attack. Hermione grinned sheepishly and went upstairs to find her new room.

"Amazing!" she sighed as she opened the door. It was a large, airy room, decorated in pale yellow and with a maroon carpet. "Gold and red. Nice one Mum," she grinned. Her clothes were all in the wardrobe, her books filled a large bookcase in the corner of the room, and Crookshanks's basket was in another corner. "Perfect."

Hermione sat on her new bed, bouncing up and down. It was much larger than her old bed, and closely resembled her bed at Hogwarts. "Great!" she squealed, and then remembered who she was. Hermione Granger, Princess and Prefect. It did not do to squeal like an airhead.

Getting up, she noticed a letter on her new desk. It was from Ginny, asking why she hadn't arrived yet.

"Oh no, I forgot," she groaned. "And we're back in school in a few weeks anyway. I'll tell her I can't make it." She sighed as she scribbled a letter quickly, running downstairs. "Mum, I'm going to the Post Office in Diagon Alley to send this to Ginny," she announced. "And I love my new room!" She kissed her mother on the cheek and ran off. Elizabeth smiled softly.

"John, we've got our Hermione back."

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"Harry! Harry! Can I borrow your Firebolt?"

"Why? Didn't Bill get you a Nimbus 2002 for your birthday?"

"Yes, but Fred's got it! I need to get it back!"

"Oh alright." Harry reluctantly landed and handed over his broom to Ron. Ron sprinted off, muttering thanks. Harry sighed. Ron certainly was getting very excited this holiday. His new broom was his most prized possession.

"Coming to watch the fun?" asked Ginny from behind him. Harry blushed slightly.

"Yeah, it should be fun," he said quietly, trying to hide his blush. It didn't help when Ginny Weasley, now an attractive, confident fifth year grabbed his arm and ran after Ron.

'Oh boy, this is going to be a long summer,' he thought, watching his Firebolt overtake Fred with pride. 'I hope Hermione can make it and calm everything down.'

"Hermione's not coming, she's got too much to do," said Ginny calmly from beside him. Harry paled. 'I never knew Ginny could read minds!' he thought frantically. 'What if she finds out that, that...'

"Harry? Are you okay?" she asked, as Ron landed, triumphantly waving his broom. Harry nodded distractedly, still panicking.

"I was, uh, just thinking about Hermione," he said carefully, trying to see what she said. Ginny looked sad.

"Oh. Well, I just got an owl from her. The Grangers have moved to London, closer to Diagon Alley, and she says she's got a surprise for us too, when we get back to Hogwarts."

"Cool." Harry's voice subsided, and they both stared at the three redheads now wrestling over the broom. Ron was holding on tightly, while Fred and George tried to take it.

"Harry! Harry mate! A bit of help here!" yelled Ron, aiming a kick at Fred. Harry shook his head.

"It's your own fault," lectured Ginny, standing next to Harry. "If you hadn't left your broom lying around, they wouldn't have taken it. You can't expect Harry to help you, can he? Harry?" Ginny turned to see Harry heading towards his Firebolt determinedly. She sighed. When would he ever notice?

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