Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter books, that all belongs to J. K. Rowling.

PLEASE NOTE that this story is not taking into account the last two Harry Potter books, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows.

Summary: For her entire life, Hermione Granger believed that she was a normal person, then later a normal witch. She had no knowledge that she was the sole heir to one of the greatest and longest lasting monarchies in the magical world. That is, until now. Determined to revenge her parent's death and end Voldemort's reign, she exacts her vengeance under a different name. After all, Hermione Granger is believed to be dead.

Alternative Identity: Chapter One

Originally, I thought it was all my fault. Originally, I thought I was the reason why my parents were always in danger and why they eventually died. However, it turns out that I was not the reason. The reason originated long before I was ever born, long before I was ever associated with Harry Potter.

You may question, then, what is the reason? The reason was a prophecy, circumstance, and coincidence. For my parents and in effect myself, were not normal humans nor was I a normal witch, though this knowledge was unknown to myself.

Before I rant and rave about how I, Hermione Granger, am abnormal and a know-it-all, let me explain my family ancestry, which was just recently revealed to me, and my childhood.

My parents, Dr. Robert Menelaus Granger and Dr. Elizabeth Helen Granger were normal, or seemingly normal, dentist who had a long-standing practice and I was their only daughter. Unbeknownst to me, they were in fact not what wizards would call muggles. My father was the son of Atreus, the Elven King; my mother was the daughter of one of the highest-ranking lords. Since Robert was not the first-born son, they chose to move to the muggle world to seek a normal life and once they left, all communication between the Elf world and themselves stopped. Therefore, they were unaware that Robert's brother, Agamemnon, had died mysteriously and that a prophesy was made, referring to their future child (which would be me). Therefore, time continued. I was born, elves looked for Robert (as he was the future king) without success, and we were completely unaware.

When I was young, I noticed that I was different from others. I was able to move things with my mind, move across rooms in a second if not less, hear extremely well, see things in more detail, and so on., though I never showed anyone besides my parents who banned me from doing it outside of the house. I was able to retain immense amount of information and never forget, even if I was paying very little attention, though my tutors never noticed (I was homeschooled). I contributed my knowledgeable abilities to being born smart or with better brains somehow and everything else to some trick of the mind or just the fact that I was weird. However, as time moved on and I become older and therefore even wiser than I was (I had skipped four grades because of my abilities) I began to notice other things. The fact that I never blemished, never burned, never tanned, never broke a bone or sprained anything when I should have, and I had a weird feeling that I was able to figure out exactly what someone was thinking. Then, when I was eleven, I received a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and it seemed to answer the question of how I was different. However, when I got there and began to experience life there and observe other people, I realized that it did not answer the questions. If anything, I was weirder there than in the muggle world. Therefore, I kept my abilities a secret.

However, by some trick of fate, I became friends with the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, and Ronald Weasley, and life continued for the next five years with adventure after adventure and a series of life threatening circumstances.

It was the summer between my five and sixth year at Hogwarts that it happened, my parents death and my disappearance.

Somehow, the Death Eaters discovered the location of our home and it was attacked about a month after school let out. I can still hear my mother and father's screams, as they were tortured while I was forced to watch after a bout of torture myself. Somehow, they had figured out a way to inflict pain, which I actually felt and was damaged by since I normally was not. I do not think that I will ever be able to forget. At the time, I thought it was my fault. That if I was not friends with Harry, they would have been saved but at the same time, I kept on thinking it was another reason. The Death Eaters kept on beating my parents while calling them a Prince and Princess. It did not make sense to me.

Flashback

The cloaked and masked figure pointed his wand at my father saying one simple word in order to inflict more pain on the already broken and bleeding man, "Crucio" the masked man uttered in a malicious whisper.

In response, Robert screamed in agony, twisting, and turning on the floor. Elizabeth herself was being physically beaten by three other masked figures. Moreover, all I could do was look at them. I was tied to a chair, after the five Death Eaters had their fun torturing me, and was petrified in order to make me watch my parents being tortured. I know what is going to happen to them and me but at this moment, that is not what I am thinking about. All I can think about is the pain. I must have broken several bones and I will most likely die in a few short hours of blood loss. I feel a shot of pain as a death eater, who is not preoccupied torturing my parents, starts to make markings down my side. He digs his knife deep enough to guarantee a scar but not enough to kill me. I would have screamed but it was impossible as a silence charm had been put on me and I would have moved but it was impossible with the bindings and the fact that I was petrified.

All of a sudden, I hear a scream and two voices saying the only two words needed to end a life, "Avada Kadavra" and a flash of green out of the corner of my eye. My mother was dead. There was silence for only a second before I heard the sweeping of robes across the floor, going in the direction of my father and all I wanted to do was scream at them. Scream at them for killing my mother, to not kill my father, to kill me instead and to spare his life but it would have been useless if I could have gotten the words out to say them. The four death eaters, including the one who carved my skin, moved toward the other remaining death eater who stood in front of my father.

"Are you ready to give your birthright to our master, Prince?" One of the masked men said, his voice the exact same as that of Lucius Malfoy. "We will spare you and your daughter, as long as you corporate with us."

The bundle of broken flesh and bloody ripped clothing moved slightly. I inwardly thank the gods that he is still alive but at the same time curse them for extending his pain. A croaking noise escapes his lips.

"Speak up, you fool," one of the other death eaters, who sounds like Crabbe Sr., says. Malfoy makes a shushing noise and learns forward in an attempt to hear my father.

"Never," he utters with the most hatred that I have ever heard in his voice.

With no warning, Malfoy's wand was against my father's throat pressing it into his airway making it difficult for him to breathe, "Are you sure about that?" He says as if he is obligated to ask, as if he was planning on killing us anyways, not that I already knew that.

"Of course," was my father's simple, quiet, but defiant answer.

In response, the Death Eaters backed up, simultaneously raised their wands, and uttered the deadly curse, for the second time that night, "Avada Kadavra" and the green flash followed. My father was dead and I am the only one left.

They turning towards me, and the torture began again. Questions were directed towards me regarding a birthright and a throne. I did not know how to answer so I remained silent. They took this as defiance, the torturing become more excruciating.

I was on the brink of passing out when they stopped. From my haze, I could only identify some of the words said but I could recognize the voices. There was Malfoy Sr., Crabbe Sr., Goyle Sr., Avery, and Rodolphus Lestrange. From the bits and pieces, they were deciding whether to kill me there or let me die slowly. I caught words like "fire", "curse backfiring", and "poison". Soon afterwards, though, the smell of smoke answered the question as to how I would die. They would destroy the house, and therefore the bodies and evidence. After that, I succumbed to the darkness, I succumbed to death.

End of Flashback

Or so I believed I did.

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Thank you all for reading and please review. In addition, if anyone noticed the mythological reference when referring to Hermione's family tree, congratulations to you. The parent's middle names are the names of Hermione, in mythology, parent's names (Menelaus and Helen of Troy), and Hermione's Grandfather (Atreus) is the father of Menelaus. And I did add it on purpose if you were wondering.

Please review and I will update as soon as possible.