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Secundus: Latin for second, also means favourable or lucky

An excruciating pain seared through Haruhi's body then stopped abruptly as Haruhi felt herself floating in nothingness. She could not see anything except for endless darkness around her. Then, she felt some sort of pressure exerting on her as if she was pushed through a tube.

With a whoosh, she was out of the tube and held by something warm, a huge contrast between her chilly surroundings.

'Hands, they feel like a pair of warm hands' she thought tiredly as she struggled to breath. As air rushed into her lungs, she instinctively opened her mouth and began crying. Loudly. And with that, Haruhi slumbered back into sleep.

Hermione Jane Granger has always been a quiet child. As a baby, Robert and Jean Granger fussed over how remarkably quiet their only daughter is. She rarely cries, preferring to simply lie in her cot and touch objects around her.

"It's like Hermione is trying to feel to make sure that everything is real", Jean once remarked to her husband.

When Hermione still did not speak at the age of two, Robert and Jean took her for an evaluation to make sure that she is not deaf, mute or disabled in any way.

"Well, Hermione is perfectly fine. According to our test results however, it would seem that she is remarkably intelligent for her age. Give her some time; she'll probably start speaking soon."

Japan was Hermione's first word. She was sitting in the living room as her parents were watching the evening news when the news regarding the Japan economy was announced.

"Darling, it would seem like the Japanese yen is going strong for now" Robert remarked.

"Japan" Hermione repeated, pointing at the television screen. Her parents looked at each other in shock. "Hermione, can you say that again?" her father's voice trembling.

"Japan. Mum, can we have Japanese food tonight?"

Tears brimming in her eyes as she answered, "Of course sweetie. Anything you want." It is alright even if her daughter only started speaking at four. She is speaking now, and all that matters.

Haruhi looked at her parents guiltily, if only she did not put off speaking for so long, they wouldn't have been so concerned about her.

It took her four years before Haruhi finally accepted the fact that she had died and is now reborn as Hermione Jane Granger, only daughter of two dentists. Hermione is a British citizen and grew up in a wealthy, upper middle class family in London. She is no longer Haruhi Fujioka, the freshly graduated law student from Yale University. In this lifetime, her parents are not Ranka and Kotoko Fujioka. She did not attend Ouran High School and did not form those precious bonds.

She is alone. In this new world where Haruhi Fujioka never existed. Haruhi mourned briefly before a newfound determination entered her eyes. She is going to make the best out of this life. After all, second chances do not come knocking often. She closed her eyes momentarily as tears trickled behind her eyelids.

Goodbye

"Hermione, do you want to eat sushi?" her mother called from the kitchen.

"Okay, mum" Hermione replied.

Flashback

Haruhi was laughing at Tamaki's failed attempt at eating a taco.

"Tono, you're supposed to put it whole into your mouth" grinned Hikaru, his arm looped aroud Kaoru's shoulder as they egged Tamaki on.

Kyouya pinched the bridge of his nose at the sight of them as he muttered, "Why am I here again?"

"This is great!" Hunny announced, skipping childishly beside Haruhi. "Ne?"

Mori grunted in agreement as Haruhi smiled, "It's just like old times"

They garnered a lot of attention when they stood at the roadside, waiting for the pedestrian green light. Haruhi had resigned herself to the giggling and chattering that surrounded them all day. After all, a group of exceedingly good looking young men is bound to receive much attention. The five years that the Host Clubs had parted ways had did each of them good, she thought to herself.

Tamaki has finally received his grandmother's approval and reunited with his mother. He is now working in his father's company, groomed to be his successor. He was still was charming as ever but with more maturity than his high school counterpart. Kyouya on the other hand, bought out his own father's shares in a business manoeuvre then promptly returned them to him; citing that he doesn't need his father to succeed. He then started up his own company and is rapidly climbing the ranks of business ladder.

After graduating fashion school in Paris, Hikaru and Kaoru returned to their mother's company and propelled the Hitachiin Designs to an exclusive haute couture brand. Constantly reinventing fashion and coming up with jaw-dropping designs, they quickly became a favourite in the ever fickle fashion industry.

Hani entered military academy alongside Mori where they had graduated with flying colours before enlisting in military service. Their physical prowess and strong leadership skills led them from promotion to promotion until they both decided to retire and focus on their family business.

As for Haruhi? After graduating Ouran High School, she received a scholarship to pursue law in the United States. Upon passing the gruelling entrance exams and interview, she was a proud law student in Yale University. As a fresh graduate, she was headhunted to serve in Kyouya's company legal department which took her by surprise.

After Tamaki found out that Haruhi was going to work for Kyouya, he threw a big fit and insisted to spend some time alone with his darling daughter before she gets caught in their mummy's control. Naturally, everyone else found out about Tamaki's plan and flew back for a Host Club Reunion.

Haruhi glanced at them, her lips quirking in amusement. 'It's great to see them again' she thought. Just then, Tamaki started choking on his taco when the twins sniggered loudly before panicking and was screaming at Tamaki.

"Cough it out!" Hikaru yelled as Tamaki sputtered and coughed. Hani hurried over and grabbed Tamaki into a tight hug, seizing him when he gasped for breath then promptly vomited out the taco.

"Ewww" commented Kaoru. "You're defacing public property" as Tamaki continued to spew out bits and pieces of half eaten taco onto the ground.

'Or maybe not' she told herself in an afterthought.

As they all crowded around Tamaki, while staying out of mouth's reach, Haruhi saw a little boy chasing his football which rolled to the centre of the road from the corner of her eye.

A car came speeding towards him when the boy ran and picked up his football. Haruhi knew instantly that the car probably will not be able to stop in time. With speed she didn't even knew she possessed, Haruhi rushed to the boy and pushed him out of harm's way.

Haruhi felt a crushing pain throughout her torso, gasping and letting out a mangled scream as the car knocked into her. She vaguely remembering falling onto the tarred road, her head hitting hard upon the impact as the gravel pressed painfully on her scalp.

And then there was darkness.

Hermione woke up screaming. Her chest rising and falling rapidly as the simple T shirt and shorts she slept in clung to her skin due to sweat.

"Hermione?" her mother worried voice floated from behind the door.

"I'm okay mum" she answered shakily. There was a momentary pause then her mother walked in and wrapped Hermione in a hug as she patted her back comfortingly.

"Do you want to sleep with us tonight?"

Hermione hesitated before giving a small nod then clung onto her mother's hand. 'That's right. I'm Hermione now', she told herself

Hermione know that she is an odd child. Besides the whole dying and reborn thing, she quickly realised that she can make things happen.

Once, when she was in the bookstore with her parents at eight, Hermione caught sight of a book in the educational section titled 'Private Academies Around The World'. It was high on the shelf and neither her parents nor any workers were nearby to help her get it down. Filled with desperation that she just might find the comforting words of 'Ouran Academy' in there, she wished and wished that she could get the book. It was then that the thick book came flying down the shelf and nearly knocked her off her feet.

A quick flip to the 'O' section of the book, Hermione rapidly scanned the pages. Her heart sank as she couldn't find any mention of her alma mater anywhere. That day wherever she went, storm clouds followed her. While her parents were complaining about the depressing London weather, a voice in Hermione's head whispered that she was the one causing it.

When Hermione was ten, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. She smiled faintly at the fact that she has big brown eyes as her former self. But that hair! Thick and bushy, it looked nothing like her hair when she was a ten year old, she lamented. As she ran her tongue over her slightly large two front teeth, she decided that she might miss her old teeth, even if it's just a little bit.

The next morning when Hermione walked downstairs for breakfast, she was greeted with stares from her parents. She blinked back curiously.

Jean reached out to touch her daughter's hair which is now silky smooth with her waves cascading down her shoulders, ending with a slight curl. Gone was her thick, bushy mane.

"Hmm, it seems like your hair has smoothened out. That's odd" Jean remarked. Hermione fingered her hair in shock then froze as she remembered what she thought of last night.

"Oh, stop fussing over it, my dear. Hermione looks lovely" Robert said with a smile. "C'mon, have your breakfast young lady. We'll drop you at school on the way to work later"

Hermione smiled gratefully at her father who paused for a while. "Could have sworn that Hermione's smile is slightly different now" he muttered as he buttered his toast.

Armed with knowledge of her previous life, Hermione felt bored at her elementary school. Learning maths all over again was a bore, but she did enjoy brushing up on her English as well as learning British history instead.

'I guess that I was right to transfer out' she thought as the drone of her science teacher washed over her. The end of school bell rang just then when Hermione packed up and was prepared to go to the library. 'I think I'll do some light reading' she told herself.

"Hermione.", Rachel who sat behind her stopped her just as she was about to leave the classroom.

"Yes?" as Hermione shifted her bag strap to another shoulder.

"Today is your last day here, right? Bye and have a great summer" Rachel said.

Haruhi raised an eyebrow at her. "My aunt is one of the faculty members. She told me that you were leaving to a school with an advanced learning program" explained Rachel

"Thank you. It was nice to meet you. Goodbye" Hermione replied, smiling as she waved her goodbye.

"She's a quiet sort, ain't she?"

"Yeah, a smart one that is"

"She's quite cute too, don't you think?"

Hermione closed the classroom door behind her, effectively muffling out her classmates' voices.

'Hmm, I wonder whether the library has the Napoleonic Wars book I was looking for' she mused as she left.

"Good morning, darling" Robert greeted as he pulled Hermione into a hug, kissing her forehead.

"Morning, dad" She leant in and pecked him on the cheek.

"Japanese breakfast for you though God knows why you like Japanese food so much" Jean teased and swooped down to hug her daughter affectionately.

"I made some grilled fish with rice for you" she finished, setting the table.

"So, how was your last day at school?" she asked eating her toast.

Haruhi shrugged, "It was alright. Rachel, a girl who sat behind me in class found out that I was transferring so she said bye"

"Well, that's very nice of her. Although I'm sure that you'll enjoy yourself at your new school. You can probably make friends with your advanced program classmates" added Jean, excited and proud of her daughter successful admission in such a program in one of the top schools in England.

Haruhi and her father shared an amused look then continued listening to her mother's excited chatter about her new school and how they simply must go shopping for new school supplies.

Halfway through breakfast, a 'tap tap' sound came from the window. "Is it a squirrel? Go check it out, dear"

Robert walked to the window then opened it. "No squirrels" he said, shaking his head. "Probably left alrea.."his voice trailed off as a barn owl swooped into the kitchen and landed in front of Hermione.

She stared at the owl and blinked several times before noticing a letter tied to its leg. It promptly reached its leg out to her. "For me?" she asked in astonishment, only to have it stare back at her unblinkingly.

To Hermione Jane Granger

Number 12, High Street, Holland Park

There was some sort of emblem stamped in wax, sealing the envelope which Hermione gently peeled off.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Granger,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"Oh" Hermione found herself saying after reading the first page of the letter as she looked up at her parents. "That explains a lot then"

Author's Note:

So? What do y'all think? Good? Bad? Or something new, I hope. My plot bunny attacked me, resulting in this. I hope you enjoyed it. Do let me know what you think of it. Reviews please!

Holy crap! I was showering then it hit me that Hermione's birthday is in 19th of September which completely did not make sense in my story's timeline. So here you go, the new and edited chapter. Do drop in a review to tell me your impression of my story so far. Thanks!

Written at 9:01 PM

Edited at 10:24 PM