A/N: I finished reading Tuck Everlasting last night and I got inspired! But it only worked for these two people in this particular category! So…here we go! This chapter isn't much just an introductory chapter…a prologue if you will.

The year is 1995 after the Goblet of Fire book. Hermione's 15 and so is Harry. Ron is 15 and Ginny is 13. Fred and George are 17. Percy is technically 19. Charlie is 23 and Bill is 25. Molly and Arthur are just old. No offense to you old people.

Disclaimer~I wish I did but I don't. So no. To both Tuck Everlasting and Harry Potter. Wow. This is really wordy.


The first week of July starts summer for the people who attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Summer is normally a time for friends to hang out and exchange owls and for people, who are above or out of Hogwarts, you can use magic at home.

Summer is a time for families to reunite for a while. All of the people met and talk about their year…but not for the Weasley's. There's Molly and Arthur, the parents, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny, the only girl. They lived in a place called Saint Ottery Catchpole, not far from a spring.

A day, not that long ago, three things happened. At first these three things didn't seem to be a connection between them.

At dawn, Molly Weasley set out for the wood on the edge of the village of Saint Ottery Catchpole. She goes there once every five years to meet her sons and daughter.

Around noontime, Hermione Granger, who was 15 at the time, whose family happens to own the Saint Ottery wood, decided that she was going to run away from home until it was time for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy started again.

And at sunset, a stranger in a black cloak appeared at the Granger's gate. He was looking for someone, or something, but he didn't say who, or what.

No connection, so far. But things can come together in the strangest of ways. I would know, I am the narrator of this story. Fixed points are important and best left undisturbed, for without them, nothing holds together. But sometimes…

People find this out far too late.


The road that led into Saint Ottery Catchpole was very long. Saint Ottery Catchpole was far from the city and for good reasons because that's where the wood is. The wood is filled with trees and bushes and shrubs of all different kinds.

All the houses and buildings along the road have a wooden fence and gate in front of them. Fences and gates of all different colors. But there are some houses that have iron fences in front of them four feet high, clearly saying, "Keep moving-we don't want you here."

Past all the cottages and houses come a small little grocery market, the jailhouse and the gallows. Suddenly the road just stops at the beginning of the wood. There is no way through the wood or around it. And besides, for the other people, there was another reason not to go into the wood itself; it belonged to the Grangers, the owner of the two-story house at the beginning of the small little village. So, therefore, it was private property in spite of the fact that it lay outside the fence and was perfectly accessible.

And so, at dawn, that day in the first week of July, Molly Weasley woke up and lay in bed for a while beaming at the cobwebs on the ceiling. Suddenly, she said aloud, "The boys and Gin'll be home tomorrow!"

Molly's husband, Arthur Weasley, was on his back beside her and cracked open an eye. He sat up and asked, "Why did you have to wake me up? I was having that dream again, the good dream."

Molly frowned, a plump little women with a round, loving face with a pair of very warm and lovely brown eyes. "It's no use having that dream Arthur. Nothing's gonna change."

"You tell me that everyday. Besides, I can't help but dream. Don't you dream?"

"Yes I dream, but I dream about practical things like seeing my kids again."

Arthur groaned. "I'm going back to sleep." He turned over on his side, away from her.

"Not me," said Molly. "I'm gonna take a walk down to the wood to meet them."

"Meet who?"

"Our children Arthur! Our sons and daughter."

"You shouldn't do that," said Arthur. "It's dangerous for people to see us."

"I know," said Molly. "But I just can't wait to see them. These past five years have felt like the longest. Besides, no one will remember me…or the kids. They never did before, did they?" She smirked.

Arthur sighed. "Suit yourself. I'm going back to sleep."

"Have fun." Molly Weasley climbed out of bed and began to dress herself. When she was done with that, she pulled on her leather boots so thin and soft with age it's a wonder how they stayed together. She walked over to the little nightstand and picked up a little square box. A music box that played the prettiest melody ever heard. It was painted with roses and lilies of the valley. Molly never went anywhere without it, so she gave it a little pat and put it in her pocket. Last but not least, she pulled down a yellow straw hat. But before the hat came on, she brushed her fiery red hair and wound it into a bun at the back of her neck. She did this quickly and swiftly without a single look in the mirror. Molly Weasley didn't need a mirror, but she had one anyway, propped up on the nightstand. She knew very well what she would see in it; her reflection had long since held interest to her.

For Molly Weasley, and Arthur, and Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny, too, have all looked exactly the same for eighty-eight years.


At noon of that same day in the first week of July, Hermione Granger sat on the grass just inside of the white picket fence around her yard. She said to the large toad that reminded her of her friend Neville's toad, Trevor, "I will leave. You'll see. Maybe. Tomorrow, while everyone's still asleep."

It was hard to tell whether or not the toad was listening or not. Certainly, Hermione had given it a very good reason to ignore her. She had come out to the yard, very cross, very near the boiling point on a day that was near boiling itself, and had noticed the toad at once. It was pretty easy to notice it…it was the only living thing in sight. She found some pebbles and threw one at the toad but missed horribly. She continued to throw them but still missing completely. The toad continued to squat and grimace without so much as a twitch. Possibly it felt resentful. Or possibly it was asleep. Either way, it still didn't open its eyes when she ran out of pebbles and sat down to tell her story.

"Look toad," she said, thrusting her arms through the fence to play with the weeds on the other side. "I don't think I can stand being here much longer."

At this moment the window at the front of the house flew open and a thin, high voice-her grandmother's-yelled, "Hermione Jean! Why don't you come in? It's very hot outside today!"

And another voice, nicer than the first-her mother's-added, "Come on in Hermione. Right away. Don't you have homework? And your lunch is ready."

"See?" said Hermione to the toad. "That's just what I mean. If I had a sister or brother, there'd be someone else for them to watch. But, there's only me. I'm tired of being looked at all the time. I want to be by myself for a change." She paused for a moment. "I'm don't think I know what to do, you know, but something interesting-something that's all mine. Something that would make some kind some kind of difference in the world. It'd be nice to have a new name, to start with, one that's not all worn out from being called so much. And I might even decide to have a pet. Maybe a big old toad, like you, that I could keep in a nice cage with lots of grass, and…"

The toad croaked and leaped forward. "I suppose you're right. Why would you want to be cooped up in a cage like I am until school starts again. I want to see Harry again. I think I am going to run away." Hermione said but added quickly, "At least until school starts again. But you think I wouldn't dare, don't you? I will though. You'll see. Maybe even first thing in the morning, while everyone's still asleep."

"Hermione Jean!" came from the window again.

"All right! I'm coming!" Hermione cried exasperated. She stood up and the toad leaped backwards. Hermione watched it go. "Keep hoping toad. You'll see. Just wait till morning."


At sunset of that same very long day, a stranger came strolling up the road from the village and paused at the Grangers' gate. Hermione was once again in the yard, trying to catch fireflies, and she didn't notice him. After a few moments of watching her, he said, "Good evening." Hermione softly screamed and looked in the direction of the stranger and slowly walked toward him. "Well, now. Out for fireflies, are you?"

"Yes," said Hermione. She wanted him to take off his cloak and show his face.

"Is this your house?"

"Yes."

"What is your name sweetheart?"

Before Hermione could answer, her grandmother yelled, "Hermione Jean Granger! What are you doing talking to strangers? I told you not to, especially because of what's going on in your world!" Hermione gasped. This man couldn't know about her.

"What does she mean by 'your world?'" Dang-it.

"Uhhh…hang on a second." Hermione ran inside and got her dad, dragged him outside and told the stranger that whatever he wanted ask him about.

The man left abruptly and Mr. Granger said, "Hermione dear, come inside soon and go to bed."

"OK Daddy. I'll come in soon." He left and Hermione suddenly heard very soft music, the most beautiful music she ever heard. And she had heard a lot of music in her time. "It sounds like a music box." Hermione said to herself. She shook her head and went inside to prepare for bed. But before she fell asleep, she said to the toad, "You'll see toad. In the morning."


A/N: And thus my new story was born! I desperately hope you liked it. Please REVIEW!

~Kalena :D