A/N: I am so sorry that I have not updated in such a long time. I've been busy with Badminton and I hardly have time to do my HW. I am also stuck on Back In time. I have only half a chapter written and I don't know how to continue. I am trying this new story, Deception, inspired by an awesome book I read by Christina Dodd. It's going to be rated M. You'll find out why later. Well hope u like it. Please review. This story takes place in the 1400s. The characters we know to be witches and wizards are still witches and wizards.

Disclaimers: I am mixing Christina Dodd's story and Harry Potter's characters, just because I can't come up with a good plot on my own, so I don't own anything related to this story.

Chapter 1: Deception

She was standing in the church, facing her husband-to-be, while the priest continued with the ceremony. She considered herself lucky. After all, she was going to be Mrs. Fred Weasley in few short minutes. It was a very emotional day for her.

Almost everyone that was important in Hermione's life was missing. Hermione's parents had been killed by Voldemort himself a few years ago, at her last year at Hogwarts. She was an orphan now. She had wished her father would have given her away at her wedding. Mr. Weasley would have been her second choice, but Fred's family had disowned Fred and had refused to talk to Hermione when they found out about Fred and Hermione's decision to get married. George had been extremely hateful. They had hoped that their affair would end in few short weeks, instead Fred and Hermione had been together for about nine months when Fred asked Hermione to marry him. Hermione couldn't have been any happier. Harry and Ron were in training. They had become aurors; they were not allowed to contact anyone for a period of three years.

But Hermione wouldn't allow herself to think about all the emptiness in her life; her life was about to be filled with love and happiness. She was thinking about the day when Fred had proposed.

Flashback:

Hermione and Fred were on a picnic near a forest. It had been eight months since they had gotten together. Hermione felt as though her life couldn't get any better.

"You've never told me what you do to make living, Fred?" Hermione asked.

"I steal." Fred had replied mischievously. "I stole your heart, remember. What more do I need?" Hermione laughed.

"No seriously, Fred, what do you do?" Hermione asked, this time seriously.

"There has to be something you don't know about me, that you will learn after our wedding." Fred had replied suavely.

"W-wedding?" Fred had managed to make Hermione speechless.

"Weel, yes. I was planning on asking you after a few months, but I don't think I can wait that long." Fred had gotten on his knees, while Hermione sat on a bench. He pulled out a diamond ring and said, "Hermione Jane Granger, will you change your name to Hermione Jane Granger Weasley?" Hermione laughed. "Oh, before that, would you please marry me, not one of my brothers?" Hermione's eye filled iwht tears, and she kissed him.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'." Fred whispered in her ear.

End Flashback.

Hermione gazed lovingly in Fred's eyes; they were oceanic blue, a color that had made her fall in love with Fred every time she looked at him. She was so lost in his eyes, that she didn't hear the priest.

Fred leaned over and whispered in her ear, "My love, I think this is the time when you say 'I do.'," and chuckled. Hermione blushed, clearly embarrassed.

"I do." And they kissed.

They would have to move once again. It was the twelfth time in the last three months. Hermione was tired. It was extremely stressful to move from one place to another. There was a good reason to move; they had to survive. Hermione's life was not as happy as she had hoped; in fact, she was miserable. Fred, her Fred, whom she had fallen madly in love with, was becoming everything she hated. He was a gambler. He lost all her inheritance from her parents, and was in debt. Hermione had to provide for him. Fred had gambled so much that Hermione had to work for the people who Fred owed money to. It wasn't just the financial situation. Hermione wasn't that shallow.

Fred was also an alcoholic and a drug addict. He had changed tremendously. Fred was also abusive. He would hit her whenever he was under the influence. Hermione could have survived that. But she could never forgive him for making her loose her baby. Hermione had been pregnant about two months ago. When she was a month into her pregnancy, Fred had come home one day, clearly wasted, and had beaten her until she went into shock. They couldn't afford a doctor, so Hermione had to go through all the pain of loosing her first child alone. No mother could ever forgive anyone of that crime.

Fred also had mistresses. Whenever he wasn't high on drugs or gambling, he was with another woman. They had moved many times and every time, Fred had a new mistress. He had also gotten a few of them pregnant. Right now, they were on move. They were spending the night in a small hut in a village, where someone had taken pity on them after looking at Hermione. She was twenty-one; she looked almost twice her age. Hermione was not lying in the wooden bed, Fred was. Hermione, tired after a long day's walk, was fast asleep. Fred on the other hand was sneaking out of the hut to go and gamble. The next day Hermione woke up all alone in the little hut, with nothing but another pile of debt.

"Madam, our Lady needs her daily massages, and is calling for you." A servant said to Hermione.

"Of course, dear, tell Lady Hawford that I will join her shortly." Hermione replied.

Hermione had stayed in the same town where Fred had abandoned her. After he had left, people had checked to see if Hermione was still in the hut, and when she had emerged, they had asked for her husband. When she denied seeing him, they didn't believe her. Fred was gambling away money that he didn't have that night and left like a coward, during the middle of the night, when he realized the extent of his debts, so he wouldn't have to face Hermione. The person, Fred had owed majority of the money to, was Dr. Keys. Doctor Keys was a very kind man. He was elderly and seemed to feel sorry for Hermione. Dr. Key had made a deal with Hermione. Seeing as he was the only doctor in the town, he needed a few apprentices; Hermione became on of them.

Dr, Keys had died a few tears ago. Nowadays, Hermione started working for Lady Hawford. Lady Hawford was an elderly lady in need of a companion, the companion being Hermione. It was also very convenient for Lady Hawford, who was very sick and Hermione had been trained as a nurse. Hermione had been working for the lady for about seven years when it happened.

It started out as a normal day. Hermione had gotten the ointment to help the limp limbs. She went to Lady's chambers.

"Hello, my dear, what took you so long?" Hawford asked as soon as Hermione walked in. Hermione smiled. Lady Hawford was a sarcastic, old lady, who never lost her wit, despite her illness.

"My dear Lady, have some patience. I don't even know why I put up with you." If anyone other than Hermione had said that to Lady Hawford, they would have been released from her services, but Hermione and Lady Hawford had a bond, a relationship almost like a mother and a daughter. Also, Hermione was the only one who matched Lady Hawford with her quick witty replies.

"Because you can't find anyone else to work for." Lady replied.

"Oh and how would you know that? You stay in the bed all day." Hermione replied, smiling, to show that she was just jesting.

"Who would want an inexperienced nurse, who put me on my deathbed?" Lady said. Hermione stopped smiling.

"You are not on you deathbed. You can still live, if you weren't so stubborn." Hermione said, bitterly.

"But, dear, life would not be worth living without my legs. And if I get better, I know that you will leave me, to find someone else to serve."

"It's your choice." Hermione said stiffly, clearly not agreeing with Lady Hawford. She started massaging the ointment she brought on Lady Hawford's legs. A few minutes passed in silence. The door to Lady Hawford's chamber opened, and a servant stuck his head in.

"Sorry for the interruption, but Miss Granger has a letter. Should I bring it in now?"

"Yes, please, Daniel. If it's not too much trouble." Daniel opened the door, and brought the letter to Hermione, and left.

"Will you open the letter already?" Lady Hawford asked as she watched Hermione just staring at the letter.

"I have a feeling I am not going to like what I see in this letter."

"Give it to me, I will read it and tell you." Lady Hawford took the letter and read it. Lady Hawford just stared at Hermione with a thoughtful expression.

"What does it say?" Hermione asked.

"Someone from you family is ill."

"I don't have a family. I am an orphan."

"You do have a family. You have a husband." Hermione stiffened at Lady Hawford's words. "Read this." Hermione took the letter from Lady Hawford.

'Mrs. Weasley. Perhaps you don't remember me, but I really need your help. I will keep this brief. Your husband, Mr. Fred Weasley, may be dying. We have heard that you are an extraordinary nurse. My friends and I think that you're the only one who would be able to save him. Would you please come to Hogwarts to try and save him? We are looking forward to seeing you.

Severely needing your help,

Albus Dumbledore.'

"I am not going." Hermione announced as soon as she finished reading her letter.

"Okay, can I ask you some questions?" Lady Hawford didn't wait for a reply. "Who is this Albus Dumbledore?"

"He is the Headmaster of the school I attended."

"Would he call on you unless he really needed your help?" Lady Hawford was studying Hermione.

"Probably not."

"Why don't you want to go?"

"Don't you remember anything I have told you about my husband?" Hermione said angrily. "He was a gambling fool. He used me to hide from the wrath of the people he robbed. Even my in-laws warned me about him. I was a naïve and didn't listen to them. They disowned him. I am not about to make a mistake of bringing him back into my life." By the time she finished, Hermione's cheeks were wet with tears.

"What if I order you to go to your husband, and release you from my services?" Lady Hawford asked in a small voice.

"You wouldn't." Hermione said in a horrified voice.

A few hours later, Hermione was on her way to Hogwarts.

A/N: I am starting the next chapter already, Please tell me what u think. Pretty plz.