Hi, welcome to my new story. I had this plot in my head a while and have decided to write it. I hope you enjoy this story ;)
As I have said on Singer, it's a Fanfiction website of course I don't own the characters, except Marvin and Hera. I also own the plot.

Chapter One

Dumbledore Figures Things Out

Hermione walked down the corridor gently humming to herself and running her hand lightly over the thousands of years old stone. She rounded the corner and bumped into a familiar figure.

"Ah, Miss Granger. Just the person I was hoping to bump into. Of course not literally, but it seems I have." Albus Dumbledore chortled as he looked down in amusement at the girl sat on the floor. Hermione grinned and stood up, brushing herself off. "Hello Headmaster. What can I do for you today?" She greeted, smiling serenely at the older man. "I think we need to have a little talk in my office." Albus replied, not giving anything away. Hermione frowned, but followed the Headmaster to his office anyway.

Albus took his seat and gestured for Hermione to take hers. "Now, Miss Granger. I believe you have something to tell me." He started. Hermione frowned. "No sir." Albus leaned back in his chair. "Are you sure Miss Granger, or should it be Miss Marsden?" He asked again. Hermione sighed and rubbed her temples. "Damn. I knew you'd figure it out soon, but I didn't have time to tell you. I thought you'd have recognised me sooner, but hey." She muttered. Albus nodded. "I should have, but I did not. Now, tell me why you are here. And I think it's time to remove the glamour, Hermione." He said, looking over the tops of his glasses at her. "But I'm not wearing one, Albus." Hermione replied. Albus frowned. "Hermione, you are my age, of course there's a glamour." He argued his gaze stern. "Oh Albus, I'm much older than that. Way, way older." Hermione looked at the man before her, her eyes boring into his own twinkling eyes. Albus looked shocked. "Impossible." He breathed.

Hermione looked down at her hands. "Albus, I'm centuries older than you. I never age physically, it's a curse." She told him. Albus' eyes widened. "How old are you? And who are you?" He gasped. Hermione looked at him sadly. "I'm alone now. I have no family alive anymore. They're all gone and left me behind. I stayed with them when they died, my parents that is." She sighed and wiped a tear away. "Tell me. Tell of your parents, tell me your story." Albus commanded softly, his eyes curious.

"Over the years I have had many names. I kept my first name always, just changed my surname. My real name is Hermione Gryffindor. My father was Godric Gryffindor and my mother was Rowena Ravenclaw, they married and my mother kept her maiden name for simplicity's sake. I was seventeen at the time I was cursed. My Godfather and my mother's good friend, Salazar Slytherin was the one that cursed me. He was jealous of my parents' love for one another. He had always loved my mother and hated my father for taking her from him. On my graduation ceremony, he cursed me. He said that every seven years, when I reached Seventh year at school, I would turn into a first year again and have to attend school again and again. He said the curse would never break. Part of the curse was that I would never die. For years I have gone through school, changing only my surname after my parents died. During summer I live in Gryffindor manor alone. I have dated several people you know, including yourself." Here, Hermione paused remembering the fond memories. Albus chuckled and smiled at his former lover.

"Anyway. I have also dated Tom Riddle, before breaking up with him shortly before we left, after I found out who he was becoming. Another one would be, Remus Lupin. I'm surprised no-one has recognised me. I mean I was good friends with the Marauders. I always hated Peter though, he gave me the creeps." Hermione mused. "So, each time a new headmaster appears I tell them my story. But when you arrived, it was shortly after Tom left school and we were both busy with him. So I never told you, but you finally figured it out." Hermione smiled at Albus and leaned back in her chair. "That's my story. I think it's time I tell the boys. It could be handy in the fight against Voldemort seeing as I dated him." She added, thinking.

Albus nodded, still shocked at the news that his ex lover now sat before him looking as young as she did when he last saw her. Her soft, honey brown curls cascaded down her back in smooth ringlets and her fair skin highlighted her elegant features. Hermione was a beautiful young woman; she was slender and elegant, yet had a curvy and desirable body. He had often searched for her, but had never found her. He still loved her, but knew she couldn't love him as the difference in 'age' was too large. 'Whose age? Hers or mine?' He thought ironically.

Hermione rose and nodded to her former lover before exiting his office. "Hermione, I think it's best if you don't say anything just yet to the boys. After all, Tom could still invade Harry's mind and see your secret." Albus called as she reached the door. Hermione smiled and exited his office. She once again found herself wandering through the halls of her home, thankful it was a weekend and many students were outside enjoying the sunshine. She walked down the corridor and came to a portrait of a lion and a raven in a handsome gilded frame. The lion blinked at her. "Eternity is a Curse." She sighed. The raven cawed and the portrait swung open, revealing beautiful red and midnight blue rooms. Her parents' old quarters, and her safe place.

Hermione sank into the sofa by the fire, charmed to make fire whenever she entered. A fine, sleek black Raven sat upon the mantle piece and crowed as his mistress began to get lost in her thoughts. Hermione looked up and smiled at the bird. "Good Afternoon Marvin." She greeted softly. The raven flew off the mantle piece and perched himself on her shoulder, gently tugging on a piece of hair. Hermione chuckled and gently stroked his proud breast. Marvin cawed softly and placed his head under his wing, shutting his eyes and going to sleep. Hermione sighed and shut her own eyes, happy to be in a place that was her only link to her parents. A soft growl made the snoozing bird wake and caw loudly. He moved out of the way just in time before a majestic lioness tried to get him. "Hera, behave yourself." Hermione scolded gently Hera purred and sat back on her hunches, laying her head on Hermione's lap.

Hermione had bought Hera and Marvin a couple of years before in a market in Africa. She had travelled to the wizarding part with her house elves, Misty and Duke, on a trip. She had seen Hera as a cub and bought her, quickly followed by a young Marvin. She had hand raised both and the two were friends, but pretended otherwise. She went to care for them whenever she had spare time. Misty and Duke fed them usually, but Hermione did when she had time.

Speaking of time. Hermione glanced up at the ancient clock on the grand mantle piece, whose marble columns had intricate ivy carved winding up them, and gasped. It was almost dinner. She sighed regretfully and gently pushed Hera away from her. "I have to go to dinner. I'll be back soon." She cooed, hugging the lioness and stroking the Raven. Hera roared pitifully and Hermione smiled sadly at her before slipping out of the room. She began the walk to the great hall, getting lost to her thoughts.

Hermione gracefully sat down next to Ron, opposite Harry and Ginny, who were sat with Harry's arm around Ginny's shoulders. The two had begun dating a couple of weeks before and couldn't be happier. She smiled sadly. It was her seventh year and, in nine months time, she would have to start the school year again as the curse aged her again.

It had been an uncharacteristically warm September, not that anyone was complaining, and the students had spent every weekend outside. So that led the others to wonder where Hermione had been. "So, where were you today?" Harry asked Hermione. See. "I was on my way to see you when Al…Dumbledore called me to his office." Hermione replied, praying no-one noticed her slip. Luckily, no-one did. "Oh. What did he want?" Ginny chimed in. Hermione shrugged. "Nothing. Just wanting to see how I was doing." She lied. She had always lied. That was her entire life. Lying to every person she befriended. They all trusted her and never lied to her, but she always lied to them. She could never tell them the truth, it was too painful for her and she hated to leave them behind. Life wasn't fair.

Please Read and Review. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I like writing this story. But I get writers block sometimes so I'm sorry if I don't update quickly.