A/N: I'm back, avec a new story! No, I am not at all stopping the production of Hot and Cold, but this story has been in my head since the G20 in Toronto last year and I wanted to take a crack at writing it. I hope you guys like it! Full summary below!

Summary: When Hermione Granger's father becomes Prime Minister of England she finds out the truth about the magical world she heard stories of as a child. When she finds out the truth she starts to get closer to a mysterious red headed boy who knows secrets that she's never imagined. * Drama, love, mystery the main points in this story, it has a bit of everything. *

This story is rated M for later chapters, and obviously AU

I own nothing Harry Potter except for four of the movies, some of the books, and a wonderful Ron Weasley t-shirt!

Thank you to waterisjustcomingoutofthesky for looking over my grammar for me!

Prologue: Tell Me a Story

"Hermione!" Mrs. Granger sighed exasperatedly. The small smile that played on her lips betrayed the frustrated expression she was trying to convey.

"Please, please mummy! Just once more, please!" Hermione pleaded shoving a thin book into her mother's hands.

"Oh, alright then. But" - she held up one finger to Hermione's lips, "- just once more."

"Thank you mother!" Hermione laughed settling under the covers, waiting for her mother to begin reading.

Mrs. Granger flipped through the book until she got to the page she had been looking for; she took a deep breath, and began reading.

"Once upon a time, there was a normal boy named Tom Riddle, and he was just like you." Mrs. Granger touched her daughter's nose lightly causing her to giggle. "He was normal, what wizards liked to call muggles, he had no idea wizards even existed. Then one day, he found out he was a wizard and was whisked away to a secret school called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. While he was there, he decided that what he was being taught wasn't good enough, he wanted more, he wanted power. So when he graduated from school he spent years and years getting more and more powerful."

Mrs. Granger stopped reading and peered at her daughter's curious face. "Oh Hermione, are you sure you want to hear this story right before bed? It is a bit scary you know."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh please mother, I've heard this story before, I promise I won't get scared, pleeeease." Hermione put on her best pleading face.

"Oh, alright." Mrs. Granger sighed.

She picked up the book, took a deep breath, and began to read again. "Years went by, and nobody had heard from him, everyone started to get concerned, suspicious, and some a bit curious. Finally, years later he reappeared, but he was different. He skin was pale and scaly, his nose was nothing but tiny slits, and his eyes were beady and conniving, the once handsome Tom Riddle was gone, and in his place was the evil and terrible Lord Voldemort. The next few years Lord Voldemort began to grow stronger and stronger. He claimed to be the most powerful wizard of all time, he wanted to rule over the wizarding world, and would kill anyone who got in his way. One of the only safe places left was Hogwarts, where the mighty headmaster Albus Dumbledore was in charge. Dumbledore was one of the only people Voldemort was afraid of, so he forgoed taking over Hogwarts... at least for the time being."

"Over the next few years still, Voldemort began to pick up followers. Most of his followers were entranced by his power and just wanted a piece. However, most of the wizarding world was still on the side of good, Voldemort wanted to change that. One day he decided to make an example of a wizarding couple who refused to join him on his quest for power. Lily and James Potter were the perfect example of good, and you couldn't meet two nicer people, so since he couldn't convert them Voldemort decided to kill them! So he thought of a perfect plan, and with the help of a friend of Lily and James's who had betrayed them, he finally had it set, he was going to kill Lily, James, and their young son Harry Potter."

"On that fateful night, Voldemort sought out and found the Potter's hiding place, but once he got there, he was surprised to see James waiting for him. Although James was a marvelous wizard he was no match for Voldemort. With a flick of his wand, and a simple spell, James Potter was dead."

"Oh!"

"Next Voldemort moved swiftly to a nursery, he saw Lily trying to escape with young Harry. Voldermort simply laughed and pointed his wand right at her forehead. Lily begged and pleaded. 'NO, PLEASE, take me instead, just leave Harry!' Voldemort simply let out a chilling laugh. 'Silly girl, stand aside!' But Lily refused. So with a flick of his wand, and the same simple spell … Lily Potter was dead."

Another gasp was heard from Hermione.

"Finally Voldemort turned to Harry, a defenseless, helpless baby. He pointed his wand at his head, said the same simple spell he used on his mother and father, but something was different. The spell not only didn't work … the spell backfired! And just like that Voldemort was gone. Not brought down by a powerful witch or wizard, not brought down by the Ministry of Magic, but brought down by a baby boy. That day Harry Potter became a legend, Harry Potter, from that day on was known as the boy who lived, the boy who brought down the most dangerous wizard of all time."

Mrs. Granger snapped the thin book shut. "Alright, little miss, I believe we had a deal, I read the Harry Potter book again, and you go to sleep, now how about it?"

"Wait mummy, I have a few questions first."

"Oh boy." Mrs. Granger said throwing her hands in the air. "What questions could you possibly have on that story?"

"Is it a true story?" Hermione asked curiously with wide eyes.

Mrs. Granger gulped and shook her head furiously. "No, of course not darling, completely 100 percent fake. There is no such thing as magic."

"Then why haven't you published it like your other books, and make a lot of money. This book sounds like a winner!" Hermione crossed her hands and fixed an intent look on her mother's face, as if she thought she had a valid point.

Mrs. Granger sighed and gently lowered Hermione back onto her bed. "Daddy told me this story a few years ago, a little after you were born actually. He told me it was a secret, and that I was only to tell the story to people I trust. And I trust you, my little princess." Mrs. Granger smoothed Hermione's hair gently and moved the quilt up to her chin.

"Who told daddy the story then? And why is it so important not to tell anyone?"

"Oh Hermione." Mrs. Granger said with a small smile. "You're just going to have to trust me about all of this, when you become of age, everything will become clearer. But for now it is crucial not to tell anybody, alright angel?"

Hermione nodded sleepily. "Where is daddy anyways?" She whined quietly.

Mrs. Granger sighed. "He's working late again sweetheart, you know he has a very important job, he's in line to be the Prime Minister one day you know."

"You mean, one day, we're going to live in that big house we visited last year!" Hermione said excitedly, the sleep flowing out of her.

"Yes darling, one day hopefully, we're going to live in that house." Mrs. Granger shook her head, amused at her daughter's amazement and continuous knowledge. "But for right now, the future first daughter of England needs some sleep, alright?"

Hermione nodded and crawled back under the covers, finally ready to let sleep take her over.

"I love you princess, sleep well." Mrs. Granger whispered tenderly as she kissed Hermione's forehead.

"I love you mummy." Hermione replied sleepily.

Mrs. Granger turned out the light and stepped into the hallway. "One day she'll know the truth." She murmured to herself. "I just hope when that day comes, she'll be ready."

A few minutes later Mrs. Granger heard the door creak open, her husband was home.

"Hello Jeanie. How are you?" Darrel Granger said tenderly sweeping her into a hug.

"Just wonderful." Mrs. Granger said with a wide smile. "I've just put Hermione to bed, and read her the Harry Potter story again, and as usual she had a million and a half questions."

Darrel laughed quietly. "Just wait until she's older, all the questions she'll have then."

Jean shook her head. "Let's not think about that, let's just hold on to this moment right now. We'll deal with that when the time comes."

Darrel nodded slowly. "Are you looking forward to telling her everything when she's older?"

Jean melted into her husband's embrace. "Not in the least." She sighed. "But," she said with a small smirk. "A huge part of me is saying that she'll be very … intrigued by it."

Well, there's the prologue. I hope you guys like it so far.

School ends in a few days so I'm hoping to update once a week, maybe once every two weeks.

Anyway, reviews would be lovely, this story in un beta-ed so I would love for you guys' support to see how I'm doing.

~ Cheers!

Dedicated partially to my sister, as it is her birthday tomorrow and she helped me with the topic and plot * : )