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Previously:

I was on the brink of passing out when they stopped. From my haze, I could only identify some of the words said but I could recognize the voices. There was Malfoy Sr., Crabbe Sr., Goyle Sr., Avery, and Rodolphus Lestrange. From the bits and pieces, they were deciding whether to kill me there or let me die slowly. I caught words like "fire", "curse backfiring", and "poison". Soon afterwards, though, the smell of smoke answered the question as to how I would die. They would destroy the house, and therefore the bodies and evidence. After that, I succumbed to the darkness, I succumbed to death.

End of Flashback

Or so I believed I did.

Alternative Identity: Chapter Two

I cannot remember how long the darkness lasted, how long I stayed unconscious, how long I remand unaware of my situation. Throughout my time in this state though, I was acutely aware of the sounds around me. Sometimes it sounded like the wind rustling the trees, the tip-tap of raindrops on a windowsill, or the soft murmur of voices.

The next time I woke up though, I realized something. I realized that I was not dead, or if I was, then this is a strange heaven especially taking in account of the noises, which I heard while I was unconscious.

Originally, when I woke up, the room looked like the hospital wing at Hogwarts but then I realized that it was not Hogwarts. The room was not white, it did not contain rows of beds waiting for students who are injured, nor did it have the over caring Madame Pomfrey bustling around the room waiting for a patient to wake up. In fact, this room was empty. From what I could tell, there was not a soul to be seen, yet I have this strange feeling that I am being watched.

As I sit up from my laying position, I realize another thing. I look down at myself and realize that I am dressed in a beautiful silk blue gown, but the more important thing is that the bandages, which lie underneath the gown, can still be seen underneath it. I look down at my arms and see the faint signs of bruises and scratches, which are fading. As I get out of the bed, which is draped in white sheets, there is a wave of dizziness and I reach out to hold onto something in order to not fall down. As I support myself on the back of an ornately carved chair, the feeling of being watching comes back. Once the dizziness presides, I look around the lavishly decorated rooms to see no one present. However, the faint sounds of people talking gave them away. Maybe they do not realize that I can hear them, as no human could have possibly heard them but nonetheless, I hear them.

"Whoever you are, if you are planning on revealing yourself anytime soon, now would be a good time." I say in a voice an octave above a whisper.

The talking noise stops and there is a creak of a floorboard as people move across a room nearby. I know they have heard me. The door in front of me slowly opens to reveal three beautiful figures. One was a man who looked like he carried the weight of the world upon his shoulders, though his features were that of a middle-aged man, he looked older than Albus Dumbledore did. He was a brunette, tall, long hair, and an air about him, which spoke majestic. The next was a beautiful woman, who like the man, seemed to have more stress in their lives than perhaps necessary. She had long blond hair, a semi-tall appearance, and wearing a beautiful gown with embroidered lace. The next person to follow the woman, was another beautiful woman who had a combination of the previous two people (note: think of what Galadriel looks like in Lord of the Rings).

"Hello Hermione," the man who was the first to walk in said.

"How do you know my name? Moreover, why am I here? By this time I should be dead like my parents, after all I deserve it." I said angrily to them, still holding onto the chair, which I had been holding onto for support earlier but now to restrain myself from throwing anything at a wall.

"It was not your fault that your parents died, my dear. If anything, it is mine." Said the blond woman who had the combined features of the man who spoke and the woman who had yet to speak.

"How is this your fault? We do not even know each other, and why am I here anyways?" I said impatiently, waiting for an answer to my questions. The strangers seemed to be giving each other a look that seemed to indicate whether they should tell me. I felt a wave of dizziness and in order to keep them from realizing it, quickly sat down in a chair as far from them as possible. Finally, the blond woman spoke.

"Maybe first we should introduce ourselves and answer your questions and maybe some things will make more sense; and please do not interrupt me. My name is Galadriel and I am your aunt as I am your father's younger sister. This man here is your grandfather, Atreus. Finally, this woman is your grandmother Aerope. The reason that we know your name and the reason that you are here is rather simple, we are family and we have been looking for you your entire life and finally, we have found you, though we were a little too late to save your parents. Finally, to answer your question as to how it is my fault. Well, it is also rather simple. I spoke the prophesy which condemned my brother to die and my niece to be haunted and I am plagued with guilt because of it. The Death Eaters originally came only for my brother's birthright and when he refused, they killed him, thinking that if they could not get it when he was alive then they could get it when he died. However, they had no knowledge that you were the one who would inherit and that is why they attempted to kill you. You see, there has not been a Queen in our country in our entire history. Therefore, I believe that they assumed that you would not inherit but you would know who the next male relation is and since you could not answer that question, they decided to kill you. Thankfully, though, we discovered your location before you could be burnt alive but my brother and his wife were already dead and though our healing is powerful and advanced, we cannot resurrect the dead. Are you following me so far?"

"So…your family? We do not even look alike. In addition, what do you mean by a Queen? I am not royalty, neither were my parents." The family aspect of the story was a little hard to believe as these three people were absolutely stunning and I am extremely plain. We looked nothing alike and my father and mother did not hold a candle to them either. The Queen part was not believable at all. I mean, the only royalty in this present day and age that I can think of is the constitutional monarchy in England, and as far as I can tell, none of them where Queen Elizabeth II in disguise (note: no offense intended if anyone takes that offensively).

"I am not only your grandfather, Hermione," the man, who I now know is named Atreus. "I am also the King of the Elves and…"

"Wait a minute, did you just say elves?" I interrupt him, and then start to laugh hysterically.

"Yes, elves. I understood that you have been introduced to the wizarding world so this should not be unbelievable." He said, almost impatiently.

"Yes, I have been, as you say, "Introduced" to the wizarding world but come on, elves?! I understood that they were wiped out ages ago."

"Yes, well that's a slight myth. We created it in order for the wizards to leave us alone," said Atreus. "Anyways, may I continue?"

"Yes, of course. Do continue." I said.

"Anyways, I am currently King but when you are prepared, you will inherit the throne and rule as it is about my time to leave this world. You will inherit because you are the only living heir of my late son and your aunt cannot inherit, if you were going to ask, as she has given up all her rights, despite our insistence to not give them up." He finished saying with a look at Galadriel who just looked indifferent.

"Also, my dear," Aerope said. "If you were wondering about the difference of our appearances, we can easily reverse the spell on you. I believe my son and his wife placed a glamour on you in order to hide your appearance."

Throughout both of their speeches, all I could think about is how this would affect my life. What would I tell Harry and Ron? Would they even believe me? These thoughts sparked my next question. "Does the wizarding world think I am dead?"

The three exchanged a glance and I knew the answer, they did not have to voice it and I believe they knew it. In an effort to defend themselves though, I believe, Aerope only said, "You have been passed out for over a month and anyways, if we reveled that you were still alive the Death Eaters would hunt you down before you are ready to defend yourself and kill you."

"Of course," I said as it made complete sense. "If you would not mind, I would like to be left alone," I said as calmly as I could. The nodded and slowly left the room, Galadriel giving me a backward glance before she left the room, leaving me in the chair which I had sat in the entire conversation.

All I could think about was how this affected my life. I was passed out for a month and my friends believe that I am dead. It was almost shocking how much I felt relieved that they did not have to know the real me. The person who would inherit a kingdom which she did not want nor had the skill to rule. In the moment, I also realized that Harry, Ron, and I were not as close as we used to be. I used to do their homework or let them copy as a courtesy, as a way of showing friendship. Recently, I had started to find it annoying. They had started to pay more attention to the other boys and some of the girls, while I was left by myself until they needed to copy homework. I was the brains of the Golden Trio and no more. I was one of the gang, one of the mates. Did they even realize that I was a girl? That I was hurt by their behavior? I do not think they realized it, nor regretted their behavior.

After this train of thought, I decided something. I decided that I would embrace my true heritage. I would embrace the duties of being a princess, and one day a queen. I would forget the life that I left behind and start a new one. However, that would only happen once my parents murder was revenge and the people who ended their lives will pay with their own.

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Thank you everyone who reviewed last chapter. I once again used some references to some things. Aerope is the wife of Atreus in mythology. In addition, Galadriel is the from J.R.R. Tolkien's Lord of the Rings. Thank you for reading and please review.