Hermione

Prologue

Prologue

"Please, just let me go!" I sobbed. "I promise I won't tell anyone!"

The silence was broken by loud laughs. Voldemort was studying me carefully. "Did you hear that, my friends? She promises not to tell anyone!"

The Death Eaters laughed again.

Voldemort looked at me with a cold smile on his face. "Let's see how The Chosen One will beat me without Miss Granger, the brains behind his escapes." At once, Voldemort tossed me an object, and without thinking I caught it. The Death Eaters laughed cruelly as I vanished from sight.

The air seemed like it was being sucked out of my lungs as I was being transported. The pressure in the air was slowly building. My head was pounding and it felt like it would explode at any second.

And then the pain was gone. I landed on the ground, hard, and stood up to brush myself off. It was cold. It was colder than a summer night should be.

I'm so stupid! Why couldn't I have just left that woman alone? I knew it was a long shot, but she'd been talking to Umbridge earlier this morning- I bet that she knew where the old hag was keeping the locket. But it was stupid to do it without telling Harry and Ron. 

Where was I? As I looked around, I didn't recognize any landmarks. I was just in a cemetery. My eyes landed on a white tombstone, making my blood run cold. And then, as my stomach plummeted, I realized exactly where I was. The tombstone read Kendra Dumbledore.

I was in Godric's Hollow.

Tears, hot and thick, poured down my cheeks as I sobbed. I was a fool for letting myself get caught by Voldemort. If I had stayed at Number 12 Grimmauld Place like I was supposed to, this wouldn't have happened. Harry and Ron would be wondering where I was. Ron would stuff his face but Harry would wait for me, I was sure of it. Maybe they would even be brainstorming locations for Horcruxes.

I had no way to get back to Headquarters. 

Maybe I could send a letter to Harry! Yes, that was what I would do, I would send a letter to Harry and tell him what happened. I felt a rush of relief as I let logic take over my brain. There was no point in sobbing, I needed to pull myself together and find an owl.

I shivered in the cold air. I wasn't dressed properly for the weather, because it was much warmer back at headquarters. There was no other option: I just had to go knock on someone's door.

Many of the houses were dark, but my eyes caught one in particular. The house looked warm and welcoming. A man moved in front of the window. Eyes wide, I scolded myself. "Hermione, that's stupid. Of course he's not here, that's ridiculous. What are the odds?" I looked again, gasping. Harry was in the house!

Without hesitation, I jogged over to the house and knocked on the door. When it opened, I threw my arms around my best friend. "Harry! Merlin, I was so worried! I'm sorry I wasn't at Headquarters, I was following someone from the Ministry and one of the Death Eaters captured me and then Voldemort-"

"Do I know you?" Harry asked, sounding confused. But that wasn't Harry's voice. It was unfamiliar, much deeper than I was used to hearing.

"W-what are you talking about, Harry?" I let out a shaky laugh. Why wasn't he recognizing me?

"You look very young... Do you go to Hogwarts?" Harry asked me.

"What are you talking about, Harry? Don't play dumb, we're both in our seventh year, but you know that we left to find Horcruxes!" I said loudly. "And why are you here, I thought you were at Headquarters with Ron!" I was tired, cold, hungry, and scared. I was away from my friends, and Harry wasn't listening to me. Why didn't he understand me?

"I think you're confused. Would you like to come in and rest a bit? You look cold and miserable." The man before me said.

"Honey, what's going on?" A woman's voice asked. And as a ginger, pregnant woman came into view, everything suddenly made sense.

Even though I'd never seen the woman before, I knew who she was just from my best friend's pictures. The red hair had given me the idea, but it was confirmed when I looked into her eyes that were identical to my best friend's own eyes.

I was standing face to face with Lily and James Potter.

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