A/N: Hellew and welcome to my millionth fanfiction story. This is another one of those teenie-bopper stupid "I-want-to-take-control-of-HP-life" fan fictions. So. If you care to read those…here it is. If not…you don't have to. Here's the complete summary

Hermione keeps having visions of herself except in these visions…she's not herself. In the visions she keeps having she's wearing outrageous clothes she would never be caught dead but also there's a shadow figure of somebody in her dreams…

Meanwhile somebody is stalking her. She knows somebody's stalking her, but she doesn't know who or why. She keeps getting odd messages from someone with spiky handwriting and eventually does find out…

In the end Harry and Ron betray her trust and she turns to someone she would have never normally turned to…

Those of you that want to please enjoy!

Hermione's Rebel

Chapter one: Strange Illusion

Hermione knew she was asleep, but she couldn't wake herself up. It was as if someone were forcing her eyelids closed so she would stay asleep. But then curiosity took over her. She wanted to see herself again just to have a laugh because she knew she'd never look like that…

A bushy-headed girl suddenly came into focus; a girl that Hermione would see if she looked into the mirror. Except there was one difference. The girl she was focusing on had a sour expression; and evil one almost and had on skimpy clothes Hermione knew she'd never wear. A bright pink belly shirt that looked as if it were all torn up, then a leather miniskirt that barely even covered what it was meant for. Her outfit finally ended with black, strappy high-heeled sandals.

Something suddenly jumped into her arms; it was a black cat that looked as sour and evil as she did.

There was no sound to this movie, just action. Hermione was moving her mouth, but she couldn't hear what she was saying.

This troubled her greatly.