A/n okay my beta hasn't had a whack at at this yet, updates are OTW i promise

The sun felt warm on her face. Comforting, reassuring safe. She carefully opened her eyes and saw a large field of amber wheat; a breeze brushed her hair out away from her shoulders.

" The lord of scales sees you."

"W-who is it?" she asked tentatively. Still standing in the field the voice seemed to have no source, it was neither feminine nor masculine it was simply ageless.

" They are coming, the blood will shine tonight"

" Who is coming? Who's blood will shine?"

" You must hurry, it is nearly time, they will be there soon. But fear not, the sisters will find you."

Irritated, she flipped her hair out of her face.

" Who are the sisters? Why must I hurry?"
" Calm yourself, wait…They have come! Wake!"

She heard a loud bang.

Hermione Granger woke with a start in the dead of night. She heard the sound again. Bang. She was sure she felt the house rattle. Groping blindly for her wand, she found it in her sleeve; she pulled it out with practiced ease. The war was not going well, in her small flat above a bookstore in muggle London she lived alone. Her life was constantly consumed with worry and as one of the major spell crafters for the Light side she was certainly a target.

Not wasting any time she ran over to the dingy window next to her biggest bookshelf. Then she heard telltale pops of apperation. Swallowing her rising panic she swiftly grabbed a small silver pendant off her nightstand and hurried to her bedroom door. In the darkness she made swiftly arcane gestures with her wand and a large diagram of her flat appeared in front of her.

Bloody Hell, already through the third barrier!

The building shook again, and several books fell off their shelves in a rising crescendo of disorder. She made a twist of her wand and felt her head hit something solid.

Damn apperation wards!

Taking another deep breath she rushed over to her dusty fireplace and threw in a handful of floo powder. The flames made a sharp whooshing noise and ignited but then died as quickly as if someone had thrown a bucket of water on it.

Okay, floo is a no. What now?

Trying to control her rising panic she smoothed invisible wrinkles out of her robes. Moving quickly to the center of the small apartment she made a sharp design with her wand.

"Termiea niseto."

She let escape small sigh of relief when the barrier spell locked into place behind the door. She heard running footsteps on the stairs. The pounding footsteps were getting closer. Her eyes scrunched in concentration as she tried to count. The number of assailants she had to face.

Okay, one two … Thirteen! Guess fighting them is out of the question, I'll just have to hold them as long as I can until Harry gets here.

The door started rattling and she heard voices on the other side

" Come out mudblood! Lets us have a little fun with you, and then you'll get to meet the dark lord. "

Letting out a small squeal she unconsciously backed farther and father away from the now shaking portal. Panicked she left the cool brick of her fireplace hit her shoulder. That was when the hand clamed around her mouth. Hermione absently felt smoothing warm going down her leg.

Oh. Great I just wet myself.

" Girl, hold tight to my hand, and don't let go we may still get out of this mess alive." The voice was harsh a gravel covered in molasses. She could tell he was male but not much more than that.

" Girl! Will you comply?"

Feverently, she nodded her head, hoping this man wasn't insane.

Almost anything is better than Death Eaters.

When the death eaters finally busted open the door they found the flat empty, except for some swirling dust.