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Note: Italic is thoughts in whomever's point of view. I will also be referring to Hermione as Amariel/Miss Undomiel in context. Any language that is spoken will be in regular font and the translation of said language (if needed, aka is not English) with be in parenthesis following whatever was said.

Previously:

She placed it in the holder, nodded her head, and moved to the door. The silence was broken, however, when Snape finally said in a bored but authoritative voice, "And where exactly are you going?"

Turing around to face him, she said in a voice to match his, "I was going to leave professor, as first I am done and second the class has ended." As she said this the bell rang, signaling the end of the bell. With a sweep of her robe, she opened the door and walked down the hall with a confident stroll.

Alternative Identity: Chapter 10

It was Friday. The first week of classes had flown by to everyone's amazement. Amariel's transfer was no longer questioned and nor was she. People soon learned that questions directed at her would not be answered, maybe not even acknowledged. The teachers learned that asking her for an answer to a question would result in a perfect answer, in a tone that's belittling to them and everyone else. She became the student that sat in the back and who was ignored to the fullest extent possible.

Though people ignored her, it did not mean that she was ignoring them. A concept that maybe had not occurred to people was that by staying silent, you could listen to what others were saying and learn about everything. People watching became her new hobby which she discovered kept the boredom away, as she was already bored by the second day of classes.

A topic that Amariel was attentive to was the upcoming opening of Lucius Malfoy's new club. Upon closer research, she discovered that it was opening in Mayfair, which is popularly believed to a Muggle area is actually a largely magical community. The opening was planned to be on Saturday and it is VIP's only. She did not think that she would have any trouble getting into it.

Though the opening of the club was originally planned to be a private and secretive event, an announcement of the opening was suspiciously leaked to the Daily Prophet right in time for the public to know of it but not get an invitation. She would depend on the fact that a lot of people would show up but not be allowed in; it would make it easier to sneak in if Plan A failed.

In the mean time, Amariel spent as much time as possible preparing. She had to make sure that her Grandfather did not know of her plans to revenge her parent's death. Though he was extremely saddened by their passing, he had a tendency to dislike acts provoked by revenge. She also had to make sure that Dumbledore did not decide to drop in during that night or see her leaving the building. Though they had an agreement that she did not have to tell him of her plans that occurred outside of the school, it was not passed the old Headmaster to have someone tail her.

It had occurred to her that it could be either relatively easy to accomplish her goals; while on the other hand, it could get much more difficult. She was aware that apparating was out of the question. Not because it is impossible to apparate inside of Hogwarts, contrary to what Hogwarts: a History said, since all you had to do was determine how to get around the wards which were not as difficult to decipher as they seemed. However, it would leave a magical signature which could lead to her being followed, which was out of the question. Therefore, the only solution that she could fathom, in order to get out of the castle, was to somehow get outside of Hogwarts property and apparate from there.

Getting out of the school was the least of her concerns. One of her primary concerns was how she would get into the club, which she had already covered by making a copy of Malfoy's and forging one of her own. Her biggest concern, though, was whether or not Crabbe, Goyle, Avery, and Lestrange would be there. Though Malfoy did say that there would be a few of his father's friends present, the question remained if all of them would be present or only a few, if any.

Her concentration was so focused on preparing for her confrontation with her parent's murderers that Friday flew by and before she knew it, it was the middle of the day on Saturday. The people who were accompanying Malfoy to the party were leaving for "family business" as they said, though everyone knew that it would be the complete opposite.

While everyone else was in the great all eating dinner, Amariel spent her time in her room getting ready. Her lake of presence in the Great Hall, though noted, was not unusual, as it became evident that excluding the first night, she would not eat dinner in the Great Hall at all.

She decided on her outfit being simple, so as not to attract attention, but sexy enough to distract the bouncers so that the forgery of her invitation would not be noticed. Her black satin dress ended a little above her knee, with thin straps that Chris-crossed in the back ending at the small of her back, and a v-neck that did not reveal to much of her cleavage but just enough to have the men desiring more. She decided on a black Bottega Veneta clutch, which had a hidden seam which contained anything from street drugs to untraceable poison. Her make-up was consisted of smoky eye make-up and only a light sheen of lip gloss to her lips. She decided on wearing her four inch black Christian Louboutin shoes and Cartier diamonds. She had a feeling that this attire would not be out of place at a party that was attended by the highest of the wizarding upper class.

A little after twelve, Amariel slipped out of her room and moved down the hallways; the only suggestion of her presence being the slight swish of her robes as she turned around the corner. Moving down the flights of stairs, she stayed tuned to any suggestion of a student about or a teacher doing patrols. Unfortunately for her, Professor Snape was on duty for night patrol, and he had a tendency to always catch students that were out. He also had developed a way to seemingly amuse himself by calling on Amariel whenever everyone else could not answer the question. He was presumably unaffected by her demeaning manner towards him, which she also directed towards all the other teachers.

Arriving at in the Entrance Hall several minutes later, after avoiding Mrs. Norris, she moved passed the main door to a little used door down the hall. Though it looked like a storage cabinet, it was truly a secret entrance in and out of the school which was little known, not even printed on the Marauder's map, and used even less.

After removing the cobwebs and moving the wall aside to reveal the door, she made complex movements with her wand which formed a series of runic symbols which allowed the door to give way allowing her to exit to the outside.

Closing the door behind her, which soon melted back into the wall and becoming unnoticeable again, she moved over towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest in order to more easily hide herself in case someone came out to inspect the grounds.

While swiftly moving towards the gate, she wrapped her cloak tightly around her body in order to attempt to stay warm. Concentrating on making as little noise as possible as well as where she was going, she soon arrived at the gate and easily made her way through the wards and out of Hogwarts property.

Turning towards the school, she took one last glance before apparating outside of Malfoy Senior's new club.

At the Club

Though she was expecting it to be crowded, she never expected so many people to be lined up, attempting to get into one of the newest and seemingly hottest clubs in the market.

Untying her cloak, so that it laid open in order to see her dress, she made her way to the front of the line which led into the club and was guarded by two large wizards dressed in expensive looking black suits.

Pulling out her invitation, Amariel gave a genuine looking smile to the two bouncers as she handed her invitation over. While one started to look it over and scan it with his wand, the other stood menacingly at his side staring at her as if he would be able to mentally convince her to spill all her transgressions. Amariel simple smiled at him and turned back to the bouncer who gave her a small nod and let her through into the building.

Once she had entered the building, she gave a mental sigh of relief as she put her invitation back into her pocket. She was not altogether sure if it was going to work as her forgery skills were not very developed and she had not attempted to forge anything since she learned.

Shrinking her cloak to fit into her clutch, she moved past the entrance hall into the main part of the club to find it packed with dancing and most likely completely drunk wizards and witches. Moving towards the bar, she found an open spot which had a good view of the entire place. Ordering the first thing that came to mind, which happened to be a cocktail called Dragon's Breath which consists of a large assortment of different alcohols, the largest amount being Fire Whiskey.

Observing the club and its occupants while sipping her drink, she noticed a flight of stairs in a dark corner, which would seemingly go unnoticed unless someone was looking for it, which was guarded by a large bouncer dressed in an identical outfit of the ones guarding the entrance into the club. Looking up to the second floor, there was a large panel of glass which was most likely the destination of the stairs as well as the place in which Malfoy senior and his "friends" inhabited. It was impossible to tell, however, as the glass was similar to a one way mirror only allowing the inhabitants of the second floor to see the club.

Finishing her drink, she took out a small needle which contained a dose of a drug which the elves affectionately called "Confused and Forgotten", which cause the person drugged to become confused about their whereabouts and what they are supposed to be doing and when it wears off, the person would forget everything. Slipping off the bar stool and Amariel made her way towards the bouncer acting in an intoxicated manner.

Approaching the man, who gave her a reproachful look, she said in slurred speech, "Is that the way to the bathroom…mister? I need to go to the bathroom. Let me through." Pushing herself against him in order to seemingly "get by him" she quickly stuck him with the needle and expelled the drug. The bouncer did not feel the light prick from the needle and redirected her towards where the bathrooms truly were.

Walking away, she made a mental countdown to when the drugs would start to take an affect. After which, it would only last about an hour until the confusion phase wore off.

Five minutes later, after she had "gone to the bathroom" she returned to the bouncer who guarded the steps to find him with a slightly dazed look on his face. Slipping past him, Amariel made her way up the stairs which had a candle on each step to light the way.

Finally coming on a door at the top of the steps, she performed a sensing spell to determine how many people were in the room and who they were. A second later, a reading came that there were four people in the room, Malfoy Sr., Crabbe Sr., Goyle Sr., and Antonin Dolohov. It was almost perfect. Three out of the five men who attempted to kill Amariel and successfully killed her parents and a man who attempted to kill her in her fifth year at the Department of Mysteries.

Straightening her back, she removed the heavy wards that protected the room with a slight wave of her hand, and opened the door in a calm fashion. Might as well make it was dramatic as possible.

All conversation stopped inside the room. She had the attention of the four occupants and before long; she had four wands pointed at her face. All Amariel did was close the door behind her with a slight click, and lean her back against the door, staring at the wands and their holders.

Malfoy was, naturally the first to speak. "What the bloody hell do you think you are doing in here? This is a private room."

Amariel just gave a slight smirk as she eyed all of them. Finally deciding that there was a long enough pause, she said in a calm voice, "I am surprised you do not recognize me." It was of course impossible that they would recognize her since she had experienced so much change in her physical appearance.

"You do not look familiar," Dolohov said. "I would surely remember such a pretty thing like you. Whatever you think you are here for, we are not interested, so get out." He said as he stuck his wand further into her face.

Getting slightly annoyed, as well as bored, Amariel made a slight wave of her wrist and summoned their wands to her. There was a brief second of shocked silence while she held their wand in her left hand. It was broken, however, when Crabbe suddenly charged towards her at full speed, she moved aside at the right moment causing him to hit his head against the wood door which successfully knocked him out.

Amariel knelt down as she looked through her clutch for some drugs and said in a calm voice, "Now that some has gotten that out of their system, we can move onto business. And don't any of you dare to move or you will be notch out and not because of your own doing."

After sticking Crabbe in the arm with a needle containing a concoction of drugs and potions which would cause him to experience overdose like symptoms, she stood up straight to see the three other men giving her a reproachful look but still not moving. Pointing her wand at the men, which she had retrieved while getting the drugs and putting away theirs, she said in a calm voice "You may not recognize me, but I recognize you all. Maybe I can jog your memory by telling you a little about how we are acquainted. But standing here like this is so uncomfortable. Take a seat gentleman." She said as she stuck her wand out further forcing them to back up into the seats that they had presumably occupied.

Amariel moved to the liquor cabinet and poured the conscience people drinks, which she distributed to the three men, keeping one for herself while placing the bottle on the table that separated the men from her. Making herself comfortable in the seat across from them, she started to sip at her drink looking as if she was deciding where best to start her story.

Malfoy however could not take the silence anymore and said in an angry voice, "Now what the bloody hell is going on? Do you know who you are dealing with here?! Did it ever occur to you that you are dealing with some of the most powerful and influential people in the country? Now, I demand to know what the hell is going on here. After which I am going to sue you for all your worth and then make you spend the rest of your life in a prison cell in Azkaban." By the end of his tirade, he was standing from his chair and yelling a few decimals higher than when he began.

"Mr. Malfoy! Take a seat or I'll hit you so hard you will not have front teeth. Do I make myself clear?" Amariel said in a voice that sounded suspiciously like that of her Potion Professor. None the less, Malfoy took a seat and took a swig from his drink. "Much better. I would like to inquire as to whether or not you know who you are dealing with? After all, I have yet to tell you who I am." Amariel said with a smug grin. There was a pregnant silence as if they were waiting for her to finally her identity.

Taking one more gulp of her drink, she set it down on the table next to her chair and leaned forward. Clearing her throat she started to twirl her wand in her hand. Finally, she took a breath and began. "You all attempt to kill me at one point, got pretty close to. You don't remember me because I did not used to look like this. Maybe you will remember me if I tell you my name. My original name that it, not my real one." She stopped for a second to make sure they were listening. "You may remember a girl by the name of Hermione Granger. You may also believe that she died in the fire that consumed her home. Unfortunately for you all, you messed with the wrong genre of royalty because I am Hermione Granger and unlike my grandfather, I like getting my revenge." She paused for dramatic affect; in addition the looks on the men's faces were beyond priceless and it took all her will power to not crack up laughing.

Malfoy had a look on his face as if he had just sucked on an especially tart lemon, Dolohov looked like he wanted to drink the rest of the brandy bottle or go kill someone, and Goyle looked as if he had not paid attention at all, which was most likely true if he was anything like his son.

Breaking the silence, Malfoy said in an unbelieving voice, "But that's impossible. I watched the fire consume your home. There were traces of your remains. It, it's impossible…"

Amariel interrupted him at this point by saying, "Improbable, but not impossible." There was a moment of silence as Amariel and Malfoy stared each other down. Malfoy was the first to break the staring contest.

Taking a drink from his glass he said in a calm voice, "How about we make a deal? Whatever you want, we will try to give you it. Money, information; anything, it's all yours…Your Highness." The hint of desperation was not lost on her.

"You're always the business man, aren't you? Always trying to make deals to get out of a situation and later cleaning up the mess. Well I'm not a mess that you can clean up. I do not accept deals with murderers. I never intended to."

Dolohov looked as if he was going to pretest or add in his two cents to attempt to convince her to accept Malfoys deal, she however sent him a glare that could melt ice and pointed her wand at him until he settled down in his chair.

Settling back in her chair, twirling her wand she said in a nonchalant voice, "To further solidify my statement of never making a deal with you, I want like to inform you three that while we were discussing and you all were dutifully drinking your drinks, you have not been drinking plain old brandy but brandy that's been laced with a slow activating poison, which if my calculations are correct, should go into effect in a few short moments."

What happened next was unpredictable. Goyle, who seemed to have not been paying attention, suddenly lunged towards her, over the table towards her. With a quick wave of her wand, and a thanks to fast reflexes, she sent him into the glass cabinet. The weight of his body and the force of the impact cause it to shatter upon Goyle's impact and to fall, almost in tandem with Goyle, to the floor where it lay on top of him.

While she was distracted with Goyle, Dolohov lunged himself towards her with fists flying, which she easily blocked and, with little difficulty, caused him to flip on his back, where he laid groaning in pain.

During this episode, Malfoy had collapsed onto the floor in the effort to breath, which incidentally was the first symptom of the poison taking affect.

Paying little attention to him, Amariel moved towards his desk on the far wall and started to look through his drawers attempting to find anything of significance. Finding only parchments about business deals and bills, she closed the final drawer with an angry slam. Spinning the chair around, she focused her eyes on the painting in front of her attempting to think of places where Malfoy would hide papers of significance.

The sounds of the men gasping for breath and the sound of one of them throwing up did not help her concentration in the least. Looking at the painting, she noticed that one of the men in the painting had a book next to him which was the only one in the piece which mainly revolved around a group of men drinking. Looking closely, she noticed that the title of the book was Faust. Looking at the bookshelf against the wall, she found the book. Pulling it out, the painting swung open from the wall to reveal a safe. Making quick work of the lock and wards, after noticing that the drugs would be wearing of the bouncer soon, she took all the papers out of the safe and shrank them and placed them safely in her clutch.

Walking passed the now unconscious and soon to be dead bodies of the four Death Eaters; Amariel did a quick sweep with her wand to erase all trace of her presence. Slipping out of the door, going down the steps, and going past the bouncer, Amariel finally allowed herself a moment of satisfaction.

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I would like to start by apologizing to you all for not updating in a very long time. I do not have an excuse. Hopefully this chapter makes up for it. Thanks for reading and please review.