A/N: This story was a request. Enjoy!

"Idiots! Run! Plan Z!" Hermione yelled furiously as she watched Ron and Harry completely bungle her perfect plan. She growled and stalked towards them as they ran past her.

Plan Z basically meant 'You have pissed me off, now run while I handle everything.'

And handle she did.

Whipping out her wand, the air around her cracked and her hair rose slightly as her magic lifted it into the air. The few death eaters coming towards her began shouting threats at the brunette and Hermione only smirked as she waved her wand in a furious arc, shaking the ground beneath them. A few spells flew towards her and it felt as though time slowed down.

Hermione's eyes flickered about the spells, taking notice of their trajectory. Of the five spells aimed at her, only three would make contact. Quickly, she turned to the side allowing the spells to fly past her and continued with her own wand work.

They were in the middle of muggle London and the road had been blocked off earlier, so the streets were empty. Hermione had caused a mini earthquake beneath the death eater's feet and was currently using the metal from the light poles to encase their bodies. The result was six metal statues with distorted faces.

Hermione took a deep breath and exhaled when it was over. "Boys!" She called and the crack of apparition alerted her to their presence.

"Bloody Hell…" Ron muttered. "We really pissed you off today…"

Harry nodded, "Jeeze Hermione…are they alive?"

She rounded on them with a glare. After Hogwarts, the three of them agreed to take Kingsley up on his offer to become Aurors. Well, Harry and Ron agreed and then continued to convince Hermione to agree as well. Of course after ironing out the whole I'll-never-date-you-Ron- because-I'm-a-lesbian issue, they became the most feared aurors around for the past three years. The two men wilted under her glare. "I'd worry more about yourselves. What happened?"

Ron looked to Harry who scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "I got a little confused on my position and…"

Ron took over, "And tried to argue me out of my own position."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "You're both lucky I've got a meeting to attend. Try to do your jobs correctly, esteemed aurors, and take these to the Minister. And…you can do my share of the paperwork."

They groaned and Hermione smirked as she turned on the spot.

Hermione sighed as she walked down Diagon alley towards the bank of Gringotts. She smiled at the young children who became wide eyed at the sight of her. It had taken her a while, but Hermione eventually realized that she was an inspiration to all young girls and that she could use her fame for something useful. So, when a young blonde child approached her and asked for a hug and an autograph, Hermione smiled and obliged, writing a few encouraging words to the child.

After making her way through the crowded area, she finally arrived at Gringotts. Checking her watch, she saw that she was fifteen minutes early.

"Mon dieu, 'Ermione! Iz zat you?!"

Hermione's head shot towards the familiar French lilt. Her eyes widened at the sight of her former caretaker, "Fleur! Hi!"

Fleur rushed over to her and Hermione found herself trapped in bright blue eyes.

"'Ermione! 'ow are you?" Fleur pulled Hermione into a tight hug and the brunette tried to ignore how amazing it felt to have the French woman in her arms. She discreetly took a whiff of the woman, enjoying the smell of rain the blonde haired beauty always seemed to possess.

"I 'ave read all about your endeavors in ze papers. You, 'arry, and ron 'ave been quite busy!"

Hermione pulled back, hoping she wasn't blushing too hard, though the two of them were still closer than normal. "Yeah, well…" she stammered out. Fleur smiled and Hermione felt the air leave her lungs. Merlin she didn't remember being this gone on the woman during the war.

Fleur laughed, "Per'aps you can tell me about it over lunch tomorrow at ze coffe shop across ze street? It 'as been too long since we 'ave 'ad a talk."

Hermione wisely decided to answer nonverbally and nodded. Fleur smiled, "I will see you then, salut." Waving, the woman turned and left. Hermione watched her depart until she could see her no more. She let out a breath she was unaware she was holding and shook her head. "Merlin I'm screwed."

Turning, she continued to the front desk, ignoring the glares she received from every single Goblin. They had formally apologized for the break-in with the promise to assist in the rebuilding of the vaults, however, the goblins still held a grudge. Standing at the front desk, she opened her mouth to announce the reason for her visit, but the goblin held up his hand and stood from his desk, motioning for Hermione to follow him.

Hermione sighed and looked around as she took in the sights around them. The goblin led her down a long hallway, to an office with the name Ragnok on the door. Knocking, he waited for permission to enter before opening the door and allowing Hermione in.

"Ah yes…you…"

Hermione gave a tight smile and nodded. The goblin sneered before heaving a pained sigh and pulling out an envelope.

"Many, many years ago, a very wealthy, powerful family, whom we goblins are indebted to, requested that we assist in the hiding of their child and set aside a small amount of their fortune. They also requested that we watch over and protect said child, intervening directly only when necessary."

He glared at her, "Of course we never expected to have to protect you from ourselves. Didn't you ever wonder why you and your friends were let off so easily?"

Hermione's eyes were huge and she nodded, mute from the shock. According to goblin law, the three of them should have been dead, imprisoned, or banished with their wands snapped.

Ragnok shoved the envelope towards her, "Well now you know why, Ms. Kidwell."

Hermione's hands shook as she reached for the envelope.

Dear Hermione,

Darling child. First and foremost, let me assure you,

You are loved.

It will not be easy giving you up, to say the least, but it is necessary. It is not a well-known fact, but both Tom Riddle and Grindlewald conspire to kill our entire family. Of course we all think it impossible they would accomplish such a thing but nevertheless, tradition demands we put you up for adoption until the danger has passed.

If you are reading this...we were wrong. As I stare at you in your crib, the thought that I might be unable to see you until your 21st year...it is but one of a mothers many nightmares. Sweet girl, I know without a doubt you will grow to be a strong beautiful young woman. Especially since you are barely past your first year and you have already thrown your father out of your room and tossed up wards forbidding him from entering. He has not touched your blankie since.

Well done, Mia.

Now, as to who your family is...no doubt if those two vile men succeed, our names will be forgotten. My name is Alice Kidwell. Your father is Derek Kidwell. And you, my dear, are Hermione Renae Kidwell. Your wicked old grandmother tricked me into giving you her middle name, but it flows so….

We are a very old, very powerful, very rich family who, if dead, are dying to meet you (terrible pun, I know, get used to them). The power lies on my side dear. Your father took my name, as is customary, and since you are female, you have inherited my magic as I have inherited my mother's. Hopefully, your name is the only thing you will inherit from your father's mother.

Your father is rolling his eyes over my shoulder and reminding me about the purpose of the letter (He's a bit of a straight laced bookworm and I'm fairly certain you take after him considering you snuggle with books occasionally). Darling your magic is bound, though if I know you, it is still stronger than most and you've likely got quite the temper.

The goblins will remove the binding then take you to your vault. Inside, you will find a fireplace. Now, the goblins don't do this for very many people. If you toss the powder in and step through, you will find yourself immediately transported to the manor. I can hardly wait to see you my darling child.

Come home, Hermione.

Love,

Your mother and father.

Hermione smiled despite the tears falling down her face. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at the silent goblin whose face was surprisingly devoid of any malice.

"T-Thank you. Will you..." She gestured to her body and the goblin nodded.

"Close your eyes and relax. When I release your magic," he sighed, "I imagine you will destroy the office, but more importantly, it will hurt. Quick and sharp, but extremely painful. Are you ready?"

Hermione took a deep breath and nodded, closing her eyes.

His face hardened and he touched his wand to the woman's temple, internally grieving the orderly state of his office.

With a grimace and a twist, the room practically exploded and Ragnok was tossed back into the wall behind him. Hermione gave a sharp cry and doubled over, holding tightly to her stomach.

Shaking, she slowly sat up, drawing ragged breaths from her mouth as she waited for her aching nerves to soothe. Just as he had warned, the pain was quick, but extremely severe. It left her feeling raw and her skin tingling.

After several moments, Hermione's eyes opened and she blushed, "Sorry."

He glared at her before sighing and waving his hand, "It is no matter, Ms. Kidwell." Hermione looked around the room, "I can fix it, if you wish?"

Ragnok sighed wearily, "It can't get any worse, can it? Go ahead."

Hermione nodded and pulled out her wand, visualizing the room the way it was before. Before she could even wave it about, the room fixed itself. Brown eyes widened, "Did I…?"

Ragnok nodded, "It certainly wasn't me."

Hermione ran her hand through her hair and sat back in the chair, thoroughly shocked. Ragnok smiled, "If memory serves, Ms. Kidwell rarely used her wand. She was more a fan of…" he chuckled, "Talking to the items."

Hermione frowned, "Talking?"

He chuckled, "Yes. Talking. For instance, instead of using a spell to clean the room, she would tell the room to right itself. Your mother was rather…eccentric."

Hermione smiled, "I got that feeling from her letter. Can you take me to the vault so I can finally meet her?"

Nodding, the goblin stood and escorted Hermione to what appeared to be a large wall.

"If you will place your hand on the wall?" He watched as she did so and soon the bricks lit one by one until the shape of a door formed. "Will there be anything else?"

Amazed, Hermione shook her head, "No. Thank you." She barely noticed as the creature left. Hermione took a few steps into the large vault, amazed by the mounds of gold. It was enough to buy the Malfoy's out and still have more than she could spend in her life. Quickly, Hermione's eyes found the fireplace and the powder. She tossed the powder in and with a deep breath, she stepped through.

Hermione stepped out of the floo and promptly tripped on the slightly raised floor. A soft chuckle sounded behind her,

"Just like your father."

A/N: Shall I continue or did I fail?