(Small Author's Note: This is the new fanfic I was talking about in Mates. I'm working on Chapter 14 of it and also chapter 13 of my Spirited Away fanfic. I'm excited for this fanfic. PLEASE REVIEW!)

Summary:

Hermione Granger is not Hermione Granger. Inside her blood is the Key to Avalon. Hermione is the daughter to the King and Queen of Avalon. On September 19, 1979 when Hermione is born, Voldemort is able to access into Avalon and kill the people there. The King and Queen told two of their subjects, muggles of noble virtue, Jean and Alex Granger, to take their daughter, hide her in the Muggle World and that if something were to happen to her that they would contact them immediately. They flee the castle in the ensuing chaos to the Muggle World through the gate that was to close off the Muggles to that part of their world. When Voldemort come to the castle, he demanded that the King and Queen give him the Key to Avalon. When they tell him that they no longer have their child and that she was to be forever protected from him, they forced him out of their home for eternity and contact Albus Dumbledore to place a glamour charm on their daughter when he found the three refugees later on that day.

In the mists of the Second Wizarding War, Hermione is transformed from what everyone thought of as a Muggleborn Witch to a powerful Pureblooded Witch when she comes of age (Avalon has different laws than the Wizarding World as a whole. Eighteen is the age at which the heir to the throne is thrusted into the spotlight and has to help his/her people be preforming miracles in a sense, it is also the age at which his/her powerful magic takes on a transformation sort to speak.) on September 19, 1997. Now on the run from Voldemort himself, Hermione must help Harry find the Horcruxes from the safety of Avalon when she is sudden whisked away by Draco Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy, spy for the Order of the Phoenix and a rare male Veela from his mother's side of the family, has been taken into Avalon by the Queen herself (in disguise) and has told him about the night that Voldemort attacked their sacred land. She showed him the tomb of Merlin, the sacred Shrine that only Avalon Royalty can see. She goes onto explain that she is able to bring him into the Shrine because that her daughter Princess Hermione, the First Princess of Avalon (a title similar to Princess/Prince of Wales) heir to the throne of Avalon, is his mate, his chosen beloved, making him Prince Draco, the First Prince of Avalon. She shows him the glamour that had been put on her daughter and he realizes that the Princess is none other than Hermione Granger, and asks him to go fetch her.

The Queen and King have made contact with the Grangers and have undone their daughter's magic and they have made them return to the castle. When Hermione and Draco come to the castle, the truth comes out and Hermione is determined to protect her family, the one that she has known for all of her life, and her long-lost family, and Draco from Voldemort. Hermione is more determined to help Harry now more than ever. After all she is the First Princess, heir to the throne of Avalon, Harry and Ron's best friend, Gryffindor Princess, and the smartest witch of her age.

Rated M for STRONG sexual content, STRONG violence, STRONG lanugage and character death.

Partial DH compliant. EWE format. Veela!Draco and Mate!Hermione also Princess/Adopted!Hermione.

The Princess of Avalon

Prologue:

There was a time, not very long ago when the Wizarding World lived in peace. The Kings and Queens of an enchanted island off the coast of Britain ruled with a kindness and love. Their magic was said to be that of incredible power. Unlike Purebloods that loved to inner breed with one another, Avalon's Kings and Queens never inner bred, they simply found their pureblood loved ones throughout their kingdom, be it from the nobility or from the commoners. Their first female ruler was Morgan le fey, the fabled witch (or faerie depending on the source) of Arthurian legend. Their very first male ruler, even before Morgan le fey came to power, was Merlin the Great. This was the same Merlin of legend.

Merlin laid down the laws of Avalon. When he was sealed in the tree by the Lady of the Lake, he made sure that his successor would do more good than harm to his beloved kingdom. And they did from Morgan le fey, to Harold the Wise and so on and so forth. Now in the year 1979, there lived a King and Queen of Avalon who were not only wise, but were kind and loving, even to the commoners, and they were also beautiful. Stefan had hazel eyes, a rough complexion from working outdoors with his subjects, wavy blond locks, and lightly tanned skin with a tall build and a sculpted body. Alana was petite with green eyes, brown straight hair, a fair complexion, and a logical head on her shoulders that contrasted nicely with her husband's hotheaded one. King Stefan III and his wife Queen Alana loved even to each other. But what they really wanted was an heir to their throne. They didn't care if their baby was a boy or a girl. So when a Healer told the Queen that she was expecting a baby girl, she immediately told her husband and the rest of their kingdom. Everyone rejoiced for the royal family and soon preparations for the little Princess were on the way. No one knew the evils that would come to seek power there. But it did.

On September 19, 1979 Queen Alana gave birth to a healthy baby girl. And as she was being born, the magic around the island vanished and the most feared and vile thing to ever walk the planet stepped onto their home and began killing the people there, nobility and commoners alike. The King and Queen sent for their most trusted friends, muggles of noble virtue, Alex and Jean Granger.

"Alex, Jean, we don't know when that vile man will come here," the King said, looking at his tear stained wife as she held their darling baby girl.

"And we want you to protect and look after Hermione in our place." the Queen said, sniffling.

"Your Majesties! The Princess is yours, we could never-" Alex exclaimed, looking at both his King and Queen.

"Alex! We don't know if we will live!" the King gravely replied.

"So please, take Hermione, and let her live. If something were to happen to us, the heir to the throne would survive. Please do this; our last request!" the Queen cried, holding her daughter to her breast, lovingly protecting her crying child.

Jean looked over at Alex and sighed, moving her husband aside. She did not want to do this anymore than he did, but this was a request from their sovereigns and they would have to grant it.

"Your Majesties, we would be honoured to look after the Princess, to protect her from that madman." she said, quietly.

The King looked at his crying wife and took his baby girl from her arms. "No! Give her back!" she screamed.

"Alana! This is for Hermione. This is to protect our baby. We have to do this." the King said, tears dripping down his chin as he gave his daughter to his friends to raise.

"If we do live, and she is in any danger, contact us immediately," he said quietly.

"We will, Your Majesty." Alex and Jean said, making sure to wrap the child up nicely.

"Now go to the northwest gate that leads to your world. Quickly!" the King said as the screams and wailings of his people grew louder.

Queen Alana laid there in the bed, weak from giving birth, and cried: heartbroken. King Stefan watched as his friends took their daughter and left. The King and Queen used their magic to watch Alex and Jean make it safely to the gate and out of harm's way. They breathed a sigh of relief as they held each other and cried. Their baby was safe. And none too soon either. For they felt the blackest of hearts and souls come to their home and inside their private chambers.

"Who are you?" the King exclaimed, raising his wand.

"Uh uh uh, I wouldn't do that if I were you, Your Majesty," the thing replied, smiling cruelly at them.

"And why the h-"

"Crucio!" he shouted, pointing his wand at Stefan's wife.

Queen Alana screamed and thrashed about the bed, begging the thing to stop. Stefan saw that there were cuts being slit across her skin and he could faintly feel the fire in her bones as their connection with each other waivered.

"STOP!" he screamed, rushing over to his wife and holding her twitching body against his.

"Have you no mercy?" he exclaimed. "My wife just gave birth!"

The thing sneered at Stefan as he lower his wand. "And where is the child? Where is the Key to Avalon?" he said, licking his non-existent lips.

"You won't find my baby," the Queen panted, smiling at this thing that had just tortured her. "She's been taken away from here."

The thing screamed and took his wand to her again, this time murder was in his eyes. "Avada-"

"You will not kill my wife!" Stefan roared, taking his wand out as his wife took hers from the side of the bed. They both pointed it at him and nonverbally casted a spell, sending the vile thing out of their Kingdom. And since the magic around Avalon had been restored once Hermione had been born, the island became unplottable and invisible once again.

"He will try and find our Hermione," Alana said weakly.

"But who can we call on to help us now?" Stefan asked, healing his wife's wounds.

Alana looked into her husband's hazel eyes and thought about it for a moment. "There is only one person that can help us now." she said, laying her head on his chest. "Albus Dumbledore."

Chapter One: Leaving Number Twelve Grmmauld Place

Hermione Granger looked around Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Her eighteenth birthday was drawing near (in two days if she was being honest with herself). She was sad, once again at the fact that she would not be celebrating it with her housemates back at Hogwarts. There she was, sitting in the place that had made Sirius so miserable and thinking about her life at Hogwarts. It was making her miserable. She could hear hushed whispers from the other members of the Order in the kitchen. She sighed and banged her head on the couch.

"My, my, Granger already going loony?" a voice drawled.

Hermione stopped and sharply turned her head to the left. There in the doorway stood the one person she could not stand at all. Draco Malfoy. Now he was a pain in the ass. A pain in her ass. He loved nothing more than to torment her and torment her friends as well. She growled, turning her head away so that she didn't have to look at the Ferret.

"Well, seeing as I'm stuck here with you, I'm surprised I'm not in a mental ward. You're the one that will drive me bloody fucking mad Malfoy." she snarled.

"Oh ho! Miss Prissy cursed. Oh I'm shaking!" he snapped, crossing his arms and shooting daggers at her.

"Why you little-" she started to say as she rose from her spot on the couch, drawing her wand from her pocket at the same time that Malfoy drew his.

"Miss Granger! Mr. Malfoy!" barked a voice.

"Professor," Hermione said, looking into the eyes of Professor Minerva McGonagall. Hermione stowed her wand back into her pocket and looked at the floor. She was embarrassed to say the least that she had let Malfoy rile her up and had now been given a disapproving look by her favorite teacher and the head of her house.

"Miss Granger you are about to turn eighteen, and Mr. Malfoy you are seventeen, grow up and act your age." the older woman said exasperatedly, throwing her hands into the air.

Hermione blushed and numbly nodded her head. She was turning eighteen and she needed to act like it and not the one wanting to kick Malfoy's ass from there to kingdom come. She looked up and saw Malfoy shrug and mumble something before going back into the kitchen. She sighed and looked at her professor.

"Explain to me why Malfoy joined our side again?" she asked sarcastically, fighting the urge to go and kick his ass.

"Miss Granger, I highly suggest that you go and rest. The meeting will be over in a few hours and Mr. Malfoy has yet to present his new found evidence to use on how to defeat the Dark Lord." Professor McGonagall stated before she too went back into the kitchen.

Hermione huffed and went upstairs to her room. It had been two months since she had obliterated her parents' memories of her. Two months since she had done that and had sent them off to Australia. And now she couldn't see her housemates and her parents. Even with Harry and Ron, she was utterly alone. She sat there on her bed, her head in her hands and cried. She stopped crying when she heard two male voices coming up to her room. She wiped her tears away and looked up when Harry and Ron came in.

"Harry, Ronald, what's going on?" she asked, looking at their saddened faces.

"We need to leave Grimmauld Place." Harry said, sitting next to Hermione.

"Leave? Why would we leave?" she asked, trying to understand his logic.

"The Order isn't going to find the Horcruxes in time. So we have to do it on our own." Ron said.

Hermione thought about it for a moment. She could figure that the boys were right. The Order wouldn't find the Horcruxes in time and then all hell would break loose. She sighed and nodded her head.

"You're right, we've got to go." she said standing up, looking at the two boys. "We have to do it right now while the rest of the Order is still in a meeting."

Ron looked at her and groaned. "Not before dinner Hermione, please! I'm starving!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and flicked her wand, her things going into her bag.

"Harry pack your things, make sure you have your cloak and the snitch Dumbledore gave you. Ron you do the same and get the Deluminator as well. I've got the book he gave me."

After she said that she watched the boys go out of her room and to their own room. Quietly as she could, she packed the rest of what she thought that they would need. She had fun there, being at the Burrow as Fleur and Bill got married. She sniffled and shook her head. It was time she did something that didn't include wasting her days away thinking of what they all could be doing at that moment.

Soon Harry, Ron, and Hermione quietly snuck out the door, nap sacks in their hands. She looked back at the hallway that lead to the kitchen and let out a soft, "Goodbye," and closed the door. They apparated away from the house and into a forest. It was time the started their journey.

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