Intro: The Problem

Hermione Granger squeezed her eyes shut. The visions were plaguing her, making her unable to focus. She couldn't think straight with seeing the past every few minutes. They'd started back when she was eleven, when she first started attending Hogwarts. She'd never told anyone, never said that she could see the past as clearly as if she'd lived it. Saying something about it would get her locked up for sure. She hadn't even been able to go back to school for her last year; and she was considering telling one of her professors, and now she couldn't.

One thing she'd noticed, when something was close to happening, her visions got more frequent. Her visions started really bugging her after third year. A vision of the future. It was long before Voldemort had even returned. Something about the year had felt familiar, everything that had happened to her that year did. At the beginning of the year the memories came back slowly, then when Harry and shr freed Sirius from the cell a huge tidal wave flooded her. Memories of a girl getting pushed into a dark alley, a group of boys pushing the girl against the wall.

She could almost smell the alcohol on their breath, it must've been around 1940; if the clothes were anything to go by.

Their manor was not something one would think of a man from the 20s' would have. They didn't waste anytime. The girl was a few years older than Hermione, maybe things they did, the things they said, was something no one should have to hear or go by.

They'd taken the girl back to their house, despite how much she tried to fight. She couldn't reach her wand or else they would've been dead. Or, perhaps, her brother would come to her rescue.

If she hadn't left the orphanage, if only she hadn't left after being betrayed by her roommates. She wouldn't be in this mess. She wouldn't be about to be raped for the second time. The first time had been about two years prior, eight months before her two daughters were born. Lavender and Lillian Riddle. They'd be one year and three months old, if she'd kept them.

If only... If only nothing. It didn't matter. If her memories where trying to tell her something, then she'd listen. Just not... now. Right now she had to focus on getting herself to her bed. If she couldn't do that... well, then her memories where right. She was weak and would never be able to do anything.

She knew that in the next year she wouldn't be returning to Hogwarts. She'd be leaving to find the Horcruxes with Harry and Ron (assuming the red head was up to the task). She felt more ill than she'd ever felt before with the visions. Shaking her head (a movement she instantly regretted), she pushed the future out of her mind. Her only focus, right now, was getting through the class. And, possibly the rest of the day.

Hermione grunted as she forced herself to seem relaxed. These memories weren't hers. These thoughts weren't either.

but her thoughts said, scrambling together, if they aren't mine then whose are they? And why do I keep reliving them?

She stumbled out of the classroom, realizing she most likely will not be going to her next class, she stumbled down the corridor. She felt about as blind as a rat as she struggled to find the moving stairs to climb the tower which had been her home for the past six years. She felt like her head was going to fall off (in fact, she hoped it did, it might free of the hell she was currently in). Fighting down some bail, she knew she was going to miss her next class, Defence Against The Dark Arts. The thought of freely missing class was enough for her to lean over the edge of the moving stairs and let the vomit fall out of her mouth.

Black dots danced in her vision as she hung over the railing. Surely it would be okay to just rest and take a nap? She wasn't hurting anyone...

Instead of subsiding to her body's not so subtle beg, she forced herself to sluggishly move to the Gryffindor Common Room, where she breathed in the familiar scent that caused her already nauseous stomach to do an unhappy flip before she moved to her dorm room.

She stripped down to nearly nothing before slipping on a loose T-Shirt and some sweats. Something told she could well be asleep for, what felt like may feel for her, a lifetime.

Hermione rested her head on her pillow, fading into the blissful darkness.

Disclaimer;;

I, Aleeta6, do not own the Harry Potter Universe. I am just a fan of the world and am playing with a true author's toys. Any events (save for WWII {and everything that comes with it} and any cannon events) hopefully did not happen in real life.

Author's Note;;

Well, hello my lovelies! I know that this probably a weird start to a FF... But please stick with it. I can't swear that it'll get better. I can't swear that I'll even blink at it again. But I do have some of it mapped out! Like before, I own nothing of this idea. I believe when I originally found it, I fell in love with the idea.

On my original "Double the Riddle" (with is still up!) Hyaci said I could make this just my own sort of story, instead of it having to follow "The Secret Life Of A Riddle". And that is what I plan on doing.

Back in '12 I found her story. Fell in love with it. And attempted to write their back history.

Why did I abandon the story before? I didn't, actually, I just couldn't figure out to edit it when I was displeased with the writing. I was (and still am) battling depression. If I disappear for a long period of time, don't panic. I probably just needed to clear my head of everything!

Chapter posted;;

September 23, 2014 at 07:43 AM Mountain Standard Time