Before this starts, just letting you know this is set the Day after the previous chapter. I hope you enjoy this and I may not update for a while as I need time to think up the rest of the Chapters and story. :)

Chapter Nine

Truth

Hermione sighed as she walked past another gossiping pair of students. Yes the gossip was real, but she wanted everyone to know. It was easier that way. She entered the Great Hall, noticing how everything went quiet. She confidently strode up to Dumbledore and motioned she needed to speak to him. They exited the hall, the chatter reaching a new high as they left.

"Yes, Hermione. What is you needed to talk about?" Dumbledore asked, smiling kindly at her. Hermione sighed. "I'm going to tell everyone the truth. I need to. The boys know, the Slytherins know. It's time I did tell." She told him. Dumbledore's face became concerned. "Are you sure?" He asked. Hermione nodded. "I am." Dumbledore led her back into the hall and up to the front, giving her another smile.

"My dear students. I do believe you have heard rumours of a Gryffindor and Ravenclaw heir. I'm going to let you hear the story of it from a student who knows all about it." Dumbledore stepped back and sat down, allowing Hermione to take centre stage. Hermione nodded and placed a stool down, taking a seat on it. She looked up and took a deep breath. "Let me tell you the story of Godric and Rowena's daughter."

"Godric and Rowena married and a year later, a daughter was born. Naturally, their lifelong friends and fellow founders were made godparents and Helga doted on her goddaughter all the time. But Salazar was jealous. He had loved Rowena for years and hated the love that she and Godric shared. He didn't care about the fact he had his own wife and son, he wanted Rowena. Years passed and the daughter grew into a young woman. She passed through Hogwarts, proving to be as smart as her mother. On her graduation day, Salazar's jealousy hit a peak. He placed a curse on her saying she could never die. Every seven years, on the stroke of midnight the day after she graduated she would turn back into a first year" Hermione took a pause.

"So every seven years, she turned back into a first year. When her parents died, she changed her surname. She lived every year in the same fashion. Each time she had to live the seven years over, she changed her surname. The Headmaster of the time would know about her aging process and the curse. She dated many people over her years, including Professor Dumbledore and Tom Riddle, or as we know him now, Voldemort. Now, the Prophesy is correct, her life is unravelling. All her lies are coming undone. It is time to reveal the truth." She finished, bowing her head.

"Who's the Daughter of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw?" Dean called. Hermione's head shot up and her eyes met his. "I am." She announced. The hall went quiet, every eye on her. Suddenly, a few students laughed. Hermione rose angrily. "You dare laugh at me? This is not a laughing matter. I hate this! I have had to live through all the wars, watching as those I have loved die! I can never join them. Eternity is a curse." She snarled. Everyone who laughed went silent.

"Prove it." Hermione and everyone else's gazes turned to the Slytherin that had spoken. Not surprisingly it was Daphne Greengrass. Hermione smirked. "With pleasure. I must tell you, that I feel the pain. But I relish it. I sometimes dream that the next time I feel it will be the last." She said, her voice ringing clear. She walked over to the Heads table and picked up a steak knife. Before anyone could comprehend what was happening. Hermione thrust the knife into her heart and pulled it out again, wincing in pain.

McGonagall and a few other teachers gasped and stood, horrified at what had happened. Hermione's blood seeped through her white blouse and she crumpled to the floor. Madam Pomfrey hurried to her side and took her pulse. The hall was silent. "She's dead." The two words were followed by the cries of sadness and the triumphant laugh of Daphne.

The Deatheater students were silent as they watched Hermione's body. They knew she would wake up soon, after all they had seen her survive the killing curse. They looked as Daphne chattered with her friends about how she knew the Granger girl was mad.

Ginny felt tears rise up in her eyes and clung to Harry. The two boys sat in shock. Sure, they believed what Hermione had told them, but it didn't make them doubt she would sit up any less.

Suddenly, as if on cue, Hermione took a deep breath and sat up. She gracefully rose and waved off the nurse. "I'm fine. I don't even have a scar. Trust me. I've tried this many times." She snarled. The students stared in shock at her. Daphne let out a cry of disbelief. "HOW?" She screeched. "I told you. It's a curse." Hermione snapped, glaring at her.

Hermione turned, put the bloody knife on the table much to the horror of McGonagall, who was still recovering from seeing her prize student die and come back to life again, and walked up to where her friends sat. She smiled and sat down next to Ron. "Believe me now?" She grinned. They nodded and she laughed.

Please Read and Review. I've had this one almost done since Chapter three. I know Daphne Greengrass is a cow, but in this story Pansy is nice and someone needs to take her place as resident Slytherin slut and cow. Pansy is still Slytherin Princess.