The nightlight pictures swirled around her room casting shadows of the stars, her aunts would always tell her how beautiful they were. She remembered a time when they used to visit all the time to put her to bed by telling her a bedtime story about a princess with wild curls who had to be saved from an evil king.
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There once was a Princess named Mia, she was a beautiful child with wild raven curls and mesmerizing multi colored eyes. She came from a family of two royal bloodlines and destined to rule, to be a Queen but a ruthless King from a neighboring kingdom couldn’t have that. He sent a dark curse on the Princess’s parents. Her mother would fall to the curse and the only father she would ever know would try to protect her. He would all but fail in the end leaving her safety to her aunts. They would take her in and lock her in a tower for her protection. Her kingdom became melancholy from the loss of their Princess.
Over the years she would have many protectors who would keep her safety as a top priority. The Evil King would eventually hear of her hidden away and sent his best knights after her, one of them being her mother her mind so twisted she couldn’t recognize her own daughter. She couldn’t see how her own child looked so much like her but she had her true fathers eyes. She would go to try and kill the Princess, the Princess was so scared that she would run.
In a neighboring kingdom there was a Prince so good with magic and potions that her aunts would go to him for help to create a potion that would make it so they could save their Princess even if it meant she would vanish from their world all together. He would help them with a promise that they would never share of his involvement. One night while they were on the run her aunts took away her memories and made her drink the potion.
When she would awake again she was only a mere babe, so small so innocent. She looked different and was sent to live with a modest couple who had always wanted a child. They knew she would be safe there to live her life as a commoner. She would no longer be in danger. One day though the Princess would come to be herself again, she would be able to save those she lost and take back her kingdom from the evil King should he ever arise again. It was all about the Queens Gambit.
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I was older now, more so than I had ever been before. Things were going to change, the first step was admitting who I was born as. I was Hermione Grindlewald neé Black. My mother is Bellatrix Lestrange and my father was Alatar Grindlewald the grandson of Gellert Grindlewald. I was born a Pureblood but when the war happened for my safety I was turned back into a baby by magical means. My memories hidden away until I was old enough to remember. I was given to muggles to keep suspicion off of my original birth. I may have been born a Princess but I was meant to be a Queen, or Minister of Magic. Which ever came first.