What if your entire life was a lie? What if you were always meant to be someone else. What if you couldn't tell the difference between right and wrong, good and evil, light and dark? What if you had to make a choice in the midst of all of these conflicting emotions. And this choice could determine the fate of the entire wizarding world?
This is a Dramione fanfic where Hermione Granger is the long lost descendant of all four of the Hogwarts founders, making her Wizarding Royalty. Voldemort has been vanquished. However, many of the remaining purebloods want to begin a new era of monarchy, with Hermione at the head of it. Suddenly, Hermione is told people must worship the ground she walks on. She is told to look down on her former friends. She is given a new personality and appearance. She finds comfort and solace in an unexpected place... Draco Malfoy. Throughout off of her trials and tribulations, will Hermione be able to keep her heart pure? Or will she give in to the darkness?