Chapter 1: Intro


I girl with straight strawberry blond hair and dark navy eyes stepped into the spotlight and was greeted by applause and shouting. She was sixteen. It was August 31st. She smiled and waved at the crowed before bringing the microphone to her lips. 

Oh…yeah…

You get the limo out front
Hottest styles, every shoe, every color
Yeah when you’re famous it can be kinda fun
It’s really you but no one ever discovers


In some ways you’re just like all your friends
But on stage you’re a star.


You get the best of both worlds
Chill it out, take it slow
Then you rock out the show
You get the best of both worlds
Mix it all together
And you know that it’s the best of both worlds

The best of both worlds…yeah

You go to movie premiers (was that Orlando Bloom?)
Hear your songs on the radio
Livin’ two lives is a little weird (yeah)
But schools cool cause nobody knows


Yeah you get to be a small town girl
But big time when you play you guitar


You get the best of both worlds
Chill it out, take it slow
Then you rock out the show
You get the best of both worlds
Mix it all together
And you know that it’s the best of both
Yeah the best of both worlds

Pictures and autographs
You get your face in all the magazines
The best part is that
You get to be whoever you wanna be


Best…best…yeah the best of both
Best…best…you get the best of both
Best…best…c’mon the best of both


Who would’a thought that a girl like me
Would double as a super star
You get the best of both worlds
Chill it out, take it slow
Then you rock out the show
You get the best of both worlds
Mix it all together
And you know that it’s the best


You get the best of both worlds
Without the shades and the hair
You can go anywhere
You get the best of both girls
Mix it all together…oh yeah
It’s so much better
‘Cause you know you’ve got
The best of both worlds

“Thank you everyone!” she said and she smiled and waved before walking of the stage. Once back stage she was greeted by her father and mother.

“Congratulations honey.” Her mother said.

“Yes, well done sweetheart.” Said her father.

“I was so nervous. I mean this was my first concert with an audience of witches and wizards.” The girl said.

“Hermione you were just wonderful.” Her mother, Jane, gushed.

“There is some kids here to meet you Miss.” said a woman.

“Ok, thanks.” replied Hermione.

“We’ll see you later sweetheart.” Peter, her dad, said.

She said bye to her parents and walked to where three lucky witches/wizards would get to meet her. As she walked in she heard a squeal followed by, “Omigod! It’s Ella Marvil!”

Once Hermione saw the girl who said it, she almost let out a gasp. It was Ginny Weasly. Hermione looked to see that the other two were none other than Harry Potter and Ron Weasly, her best friends in the whole world.

“H-hello.” Hermione responded trying to gain her composure.

“Could I get your autograph?” Ginny asked.

Hermione could see Harry and Ron looking at her wide eyed.

“Y-your E-El-Ella M-Marvil!” Ron finally choked out.

“Yes I am. I would be happy to give you all my autograph.” Hermione said confidently but inside she was screaming ‘get out! Run! Their gonna know it’s you for sure!’ said a voice inside her. She gave them all an autograph and took pictures, trying to get them out of there as quickly as possible. As they were leaving she heard Harry say, “Man ‘Mione sure did miss a lot!” When they finally left she let out a sigh of relief. It would have been awful if they had found out that the famous singer Ella Marvil was their dorky-bookworm-best-friend, Hermione Granger. She had been keeping it a secret for about a year. She knew she should tell them but couldn’t get herself to. So she had decided earlier that when they got back she would finally tell them.

She was very exhausted and fell asleep as soon as she was in her bed. Tomorrow she would be going to Hogwarts and the best part was that she would be Head Girl.
Yup, this was going to be a great year. 


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Meanwhile a young man of sixteen sat in his garden, away from his parents and his house. He sat on a stump of a tree with his guitar on his lap and a blue notebook with a quill and ink. His silvery blond hair wasn’t gelled back anymore; it was loose and hung around his forehead. His moonlit eyes were just as piercing and defining as ever. He loved to sing and his mother had given him singing and guitar lessons when his father wasn’t around. Only his mother knew of the place where he sat, for that is where he always came to write music. He picked up a piece of parchment sent from Hogwarts and smiled. He was Head Boy. Smiling he looked out into the sunset and thought about the year ahead. No doubt that with the rise of Voldermort, the war was near. He also knew that he was going to have a lot to deal with. Luckily for him, while he was safely at school, under the careful watch of Dumbledore, his mother would be at 12 Grimluad Place in hiding. Neither wanted to be on the dark side, so with the help of Dumbledore they set out a plan. During the summer vacation he and his mother went as usual and did nothing out of the ordinary. He was just sitting for a while before he left for Grimluad Place with his mother, and then tomorrow he would head off to Hogwarts for his last year. Suddenly he heard his mother call.

“Draco dear, it time!” his mother, Narcissa, called.

He knew what that meant, his father was away and the house elves had finished packing his stuff. He quickly got up and walked back to the house. When he entered the entrance hall his mother was already waiting there with their bags. He took out his wand and put his guitar in its case along with the notebook, quill, and ink.

“Okay, I’m ready. Let’s go.” Draco said.

They walked to the fire place. Narcissa went first with her bags and took some floo powder. She threw it into the fire and shouted, “Number 12 Grimluad Place!” before being engulfed in green flames.

Draco took his bags and stepped into the fireplace. He grabbed some Floo powder and looked around. He knew that he was most likely to never set foot in here again. He took a deep breath and shouted, “Number 12 Grimluad Place!” Suddenly he was engulfed by green flames and was swirling around until he came to a halt. He was in the kitchen of Grimluad Place. He coughed and dusted off the soot before taking his bags and walking out of the fireplace. He looked around and saw Mrs.Weasly helping his mother.

“Hello Draco, deary. Why don’t you go up to your room and put your things away? It’s on the second floor, third door to the right.” She said smiling.

“Thank you Mrs.Weasly.” Draco replied.

He knew that if anyone of the Golden Trio had been there he would’ve been in trouble. Sure he was on the light side, but that didn’t mean that he was going to be nice about it. Of course he’d have to stop making fun of Mrs.Weasly, because she really was a kind woman, and he’d can’t really make fun of Granger for being a mudblood, but Draco knew he’d find other ways to torture them. Before it was so he wouldn’t get beaten by his father, which is why he sometimes went too far, but now he would do it for fun and he wouldn’t do it to hurt their feelings, not that he ever wanted too. He just didn’t want to get beaten. He made his way up the stairs and into his room. He put his stuff in a corner and took out his clothes for the next day. He didn’t bother unpacking because he was leaving tomorrow anyway. He yawned and got into his bed. ‘This is gonna be one hell of a year.’ Draco thought before letting himself fall into a dreamless sleep.