Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling and I do not own Harry potter or any of the others! ^_^I wish I did.

A/N: Not Compliant with any of the books above The Order Of The Phoenix

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Hermione Granger stepped cautiously out of the shower. She revelled in the fact she could now do magic outside of school! She accio'd two white towels over and wrapped one around her body and the other around her head like a turban, she then held them both in place with a sticking charm. She walk out of her en suite into her cosy bedroom, it was rather large, decorated with all different shades of purple and rich reds. She had not redecorated since she was around 12, simply not caring any more since she spent most of her time at Hogwarts. Her bed had a violet canopy over it; her floor was a soft lilac carpet. Her furniture was deep mahogany. She sat her dressing table, combing her hair, spritzing it with sleksy's detangler, the mobile phone on her bedside cabinet began to beep and vibrate, she eyed it warily, though Hermione was Muggleborn and had taken muggle studies, she was still a little out of date when it came to electronic gadgets. She picked it up, pressed the green button and held it to her ear, her mother, Chrissie spoke, "Hermione dear, we going to be a tad late home…You see we haven't even left London yet, there's been an accident that could hold us up until morning"

Hermione looked at her watch it was 8 O'clock. Though the grangers lived in Oxford which was only an hour away, Hermione knew how congested the road could get. "Why Don't you try to make it home but if your still not even a third of the way here by…11 stay with Aunty Lynn?" Hermione suggested reasonably

"But…" Her mother began

"I'll be fine mum"

"Alright dear, good night."

"Love you Mum" She said and rang off. She pulled on a pair of black jeans and a too large red polo shirt, she transfigured the Ralph Lauren logo into a Gryffindor lion…She just couldn't help herself! She opened her door and made her way down the stairs, pausing at the entrance to each room until she reached the kitchen, she sat at the breakfast bar, flicking through the pages of a muggle magazine, Hermione swung herself of the stool feeling unusually lazy. She dragged herself over to the fridge and was half way through the process of opening it she spotted an eerie bobbing light in the yard she went out and sat on the porch watching it. Her yard was huge; she had her own little forest right by her house, which held many memories from her childhood.

She stood up and stretched while walking down her front porch steps, she strolled towards her tree house. Her dad had made it for her when she was 5 years old, and it was starting to fall apart.

The wood was rotting, and the paint was chipped on all 4 sides where the elements had ruined it. Hermione was afraid of heights when she was little, it was situated on the ground between two enormous oak trees.

Hermione walked towards it and opened the little door. It looked quite small from the outside, but it was surprisingly big on the inside.

Hermione walked in and sat on a stuffy red couch. She closed her eyes and sunk into the depths of the warm couch forgetting the reason she'd first come outside. Her eyes whipped back open, only after she felt a cold gush of wind rush through the door. She sighed, and turned around to trudge back to her house through all of the fallen leaves. She was about to open the door, when something odd caught her eye, She cautiously walked towards the woods, to see what it was that had caught her attention.

On the ground, beneath a tree, she saw dark denim jeans a black sweater the head of the person however was covered by a black cloak, she noticed a wand sticking out of a pocket, she grabbed it and pocketed it herself, incase the figure was dangerous
She felt her way up the arm of the body, still holding on to the hand, and tugged the cloak off…

Hermione shrieked, and release the hand when she saw an all too familiar face staring back at her, eyelids drooping.

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A/N: Sorry its so short but I'm no good at writing stories or long chapters…Please review…xx

Emily..x