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Authors Note: Just a general announcement, I have not read book five since it came out so I am sorry if not everything is consistent with the books, I am trying to keep it as consistent as possible. Also, just a reminder, please forget everything that happened in books six and seven.

Previously:

(Several days later) ~ Daily Prophet Article

Hermione Granger Confirmed Dead in Fire

After several days of investigation, the Aurors have come to a final conclusion as to whether Hermione Granger was missing or died in the fire. They are unwaveringly certain that Ms. Granger was inside the house when it, somehow, caught fire and burnt down. Though the Aurors have determined that Ms. Granger and her parents were inside the house, they have yet to determine how the house in question caught on fire. One Auror commented that, "I think we will never be able to find out how the fire started. Almost all evidence of the house and its occupants has been destroyed. It was by some miracle that we were able to detect that there were three people present in the house during the fire. How we detected this, I am not allowed to share so please do not ask." The Auror in question would like to remain anonymous.

Now that it has been determined that Hermione Granger is dead, the funeral has been arranged for this coming week. It will be a private ceremony with only close friends and acquaintances but there will be a public memorial beforehand. Details pertaining to the funeral on pg. 14.

Alternative Identity: Chapter Four

(Hermione's Point of View)

Whoever possessed the wisdom to first say "Tempus Fugit" or time flies, they got it tremendously correct. It is amazing how time passes us by when we care little for it or when we are too preoccupied to care.

Once the drama of my situation faded, life become extraordinarily easy. Though I was not able to forget my previous life completely, I was able to set it aside to create a new one. I was able to set aside my status and expectations in my old life, in order to accept a different status and different expectations creating a completely new and alternative identity. To start the process, I now went by my original name Amariel, which was translated to Hermione when I was a child.

I felt it only proper to learn everything I could about my heritage, what was expected of me as a member of the royal family, and the political structure that I now found myself in the center of. I also took the opportunity to throw myself into learning as much as I possibly could and train myself as strenuously as was possible.

However, this only happened after the glamour, which was placed on me by my parents, was removed. It turned out that it was a way to both conceal my true appearance as well as contain my magical powers, or at least to an extent. When Galadriel first removed the glamour, it was shocking to see what it hid. My once bushy hair now fell in smooth, beautiful waves, which reminded me distinctly of what supermodel's hair looks like. My skin cleared of any traces of acne or scars, which was not much, and became a clean, smooth, and pale surface which I could not stop admiring. As time continued on, I grew a few inches and my body began to change. I still do not know if I should attribute my body changing to the removal of the glamour or to the fact that I was exercising a lot more and my appetite in food had changed tremendously. Though elves could eat human food, it was not something that we enjoyed however; we still do in order to keep up appearances when in the presence of humans. In fact, we never really ate that much as it seemed that our bodies did not need as much food as what humans need in order to function. A small meal of ambrosia, which I thought was hilarious as it is supposedly the food of the gods, lasts us a week if not more, depending on the amount. Nectar was a common drink, accompanied by water (which we still drink), and elven made alcohol of all forms, the most popular being wine though. I also noticed a difference in my magical capabilities. I no longer needed my wand to assist me in casting spells, now I could cast any spell or hex that I knew of with the utmost ease. Potions making became second nature and apparating become an almost thoughtless way of travel. I was almost tempted to apparate into Hogwarts to see if I could but decided against it. My already excellent memory seemed to be never ending and all the knowledge that I acquired from the immense library was easily retained. It seemed I would never have to review anything again, not as if I intended to go back to school. It also seemed that I had acquired fast twitch muscles, which would make a quittich player jealous, flexibility that a ballerina longed for, vision which could slow things down so that it seemed like slow motion, and running skills which could probably break any Olympic record. Overall, the changes that have occurred were all rather nice.

Even though elves in general do not need a lot of sleep, my days were constantly occupied even with the extra hours. They were occupied with training with the Guard, studying with the Master of Records, working through the seemingly never-ending library which was constantly added to and had been built up for thousands of years, and learning the proper etiquette for my station. My time with the Guard was spent in improving my defensive skills, both magical and Muggle. I learned how to handle guns, learnt how to use knives by the expert in the Guard, dueling, and learning how to defend myself physically. Therefore, time flew by. During my time in Rivendell, the capital of the kingdom, I realized that there was never a calendar or a clock in sight except in the library or the House of Records. It seemed to show that elves in general cared little for time. Therefore, I never realized how quickly time went by.

Though my studies were never boring, there was only so much to learn and there was only so much we could extend things out. For example, during one of my study seasons with the Master of Records, Elrond, he decided I would research tales, as there was little else to do. While I was researching, I discovered a tale, which reminded me of a series of books that I read when I was younger. The plot of the tale was the journey to destroying the One Ring. I asked Master Elrond if this had anything to do with the series Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien. It turns out that Tolkien used to be one of the scribes but it was discovered that he was writing books based on elven tales and he was promptly banished, but only after swearing secrecy.

With my studies with Master Elrond and my etiquette classes drawing to a close and the fact that I had almost finished going through and absorbing the knowledge that the library presented, I began to take up new hobbies. I took an interest in improving my previously acceptable piano playing skills, horsemanship, and learning languages. It took me what turned out to be a month or so to become fluent in French, the other romance languages quickly followed. The other modern languages then also followed suit, with Latin and Greek as the latest. It turned out that the language of the Elves was different from English, which is strange because I never noticed. Galadriel says that my ability to understand and speak Elven was disguised by the glamour and that it comes naturally to someone with elves as both parents.

However, it seemed that the fairy tale like life that I was experiencing would not last without some form of interruption from wizarding world. Though time for me seemed to stay at a standstill, it had continued at a normal rate for the rest of the world. It turned out that it had been about a fourteen months since my supposed death and the Dark Lord was gaining more power. Hogwarts, though still safe, had a threat of being attacked as well as being the battleground for the Final Battle. Therefore, Albus Dumbledore who seemed to be a somewhat ally of the Elves sent a letter begging for help, or at least some form of protection as we were the best military power in the world, even if not many people believed that we still existed. In addition, it seems that there was a debt that existed, that was being called to fulfill.

I never expected nor would have trusted what Atreus's answer would have been unless I was there to see his response to Dumbledore's letter. Thankfully or not thankfully, depending, I was there to see him write out his response.

Flashback

It pains my heart to hear that Hogwarts needs further protection against the evil in this world and I will consent to your request, in addition to fulfilling the debt that exists between us. I will send someone with whom I would trust my life with and I hope that you will trust her as well. Her name is Amariel and she will meet you on the first day of term. I request that she be exempt from any and all school rules and that her true purpose, that being to protect the school, not be revealed to anyone but yourself and those who need to know. If you have any further messages or wish to correspond with me, please give Amariel the letters that you wish to be passed on. –King Atreus

"What the hell are you doing?" Anger and shock would be an underestimate of what I felt. "Do you honestly think that it is the greatest idea to send me to a school that I used to go to? What will happen if someone recognizes me? Did you think of that little problem?" I asked him.

"Yes, I thought of that," Atreus responds. "No one will recognize you nor will anyone know your previous identity to begin with. I will not tell Albus and everyone else is too dense to see any similarities. Anyways, you have changed so much, no one will notice." He finishes saying, as he stands in front of me rubbing my arms to calm me down.

"How about someone else?" I ask. "One of the Guards would be more suited, they are far more skilled in defense." I know I am pulling at straws here, though. I had surpassed the almost all of the Guards in all the fields ages ago. No reason to say that though.

"You and I both know that you are more skilled then they are. You are the best choice, now please do this for me," Atreus says pleadingly. "If you want to look at it as something different from babysitting, think of it as a way of seeing what the situation is like in the wizarding world. Then inform me."

I now believe that he is pulling at straws to get me to go willingly. He and I both know that if I am not semi-willing to go, this mission of sorts will not end well. Then I realize something. This would be an opportunity to track down my parent's killers without seeming suspicious. The Headmaster would think that I was reporting to the King, if he saw me leave school, and Atreus would be none the wiser. It was brilliant. Atreus has to not know though; he does not like acts of revenge. Therefore, to give an appearance of submission, I slowly nod my head in agreement to his plan as if I was giving in and he lets out an almost inaudible sigh. He walks back to his chair and slowly sits down.

"The term begins in about a month," he says. "I think you should start preparing for the trip."

As I walk out the door and down the hall, my thoughts were filled with preparation plans but not the preparation plans that Atreus intended me to think of.

End of Flashback

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Just a note, I assumed that their summers were about three months, so it would be fifteen months from the end of fifth year to the beginning of seventh year. In addition, the translation of Hermione's name from Hermione to Amariel is from a website but I cannot put the URL as it does not show up on this story on this website (I tried).

I tried to update a little quicker to make up for the lateness of the last chapter. Also, thank you for reading and please review.