The Time of Our Lives Chapter 1: A mystery person.

A/N: Welcome to the new story! The long requested HarryXHermione series! I don't know how long it will be going on for but hopefully you enjoy it. The story will be M rated like my other story, so continue with caution if you are young or sensitive to more mature themes.

I'd just like to say, I don't ship Harry and Hermione, but so many people have asked me for it on my YouTube channel that I have decided to write one.

This is set in the Trios fifth year.

Please enjoy.

Harry looked around the room, a large circular room with mirrors all the way around it. The Room Of Requirements. Harry decided that next time he was in Hogsmeade he would have to pick up some socks for Dobby. Amazing, he thought. He walked over to a shelf of books that looked like they were hundreds of years old but at the same time looked as if they were only made yesterday. He turned around to see a flash of white hair disappear behind a pillar. He walked over to the pillar.

"Who's there?" He asked.

"Nobody." Came the woman's reply, "Please don't look at me."

"I'm coming around the pillar."

"NO!" She shouted and a wand came flying around the pillar as she shouted a spell.

Harry crumpled into a ball on the floor.

Hermione was sat in the library with tears dripping down her cheek. She was crying because of the third fight today with Ron. This time, he had gone further than she thought he could. He had pulled his wand out. He had shot a spell that had it not missed she knew that she would be staring at the roof of the hospital wing rather than at a book.

She had always been sure of what she knew. She knew that the earth went round the sun and she knew that gravity went down. But suddenly she wasn't sure of anything. Someone lifted her hand to her eyes. Surprised at her own touch she looked around and saw a head of white hair disappear around a bookshelf. She tried to stand but found that she no longer had proper control of her limbs.

Her mind was racing. White hair? She didn't know anyone with white hair. Malfoy? It could be either of them. She tried to think of people but no one came to mind. Unless?

She felt her mind slipping away as she lost consciousness.

Harry woke with a sharp pain in his back from where he had fallen asleep on his spine. He felt an itch in his stomach. Realising it was dark, he started looking for his glasses his hands searching in front of him. After ages of crawling on the floor, he found them and placed them over his blind eyes.

"Lumos" He whispered through clenched teeth.

Once his eyes had adjusted to the light, he pulled up his shirt and saw a burn on his chest where the spell had hit him.

"OH, shit" He muttered as he walked over to the door.

He started the walk to the hospital wing.

Sat on a hospital bed feeling slightly self-conscious with out any clothes on the upper part of her body, Hermione stared at the clock as Madame Pomfrey examined the mark on her back. The clock was very interesting, a little wooden man was twirling around sending colourful spells across the clock then cartwheeling around it.

"How much longer?" Hermione asked, "I've got homework due for next week that I need to do."

Shaking her head at the girls enthusiasm, Madame Pomfrey answered, "I'm afraid I don't know. I have never seen the likes of this before."

"But you're a healer." Hermione argued.

"It might be new magic." Pomfrey wondered.

"I can't say I've ever seen the likes of it before." Came a wise voice from behind them.

Madame Pomfrey jumped up and shielded Hermione with her body, "Headmaster. I'm afraid you have to leave. There is a young girl who is not dressed to the appropriate standard. Please wait outside the screens."

"Yes. I know. Hello Miss Granger." Dumbledore said, still not leaving, "I just wanted to say that I have found another one with the same mark."

"Who?" Asked Hermione

"I believe he is a good friend of yours, Miss Granger." Dumbledore claimed.

"Can you PLEASE wait behind the screens!" Madame Pomfrey insisted.

Stepping behind the screen Dumbledore continued, "Why, it's our very own Mr Harry Potter."

A/N: And that's it for this chapter.

Who do you think the mysterious person is? And what do you think has happened to Harry and Hermione?

Find out next week.

Remember to check out my YouTube channel where I write Harry Potter Fanfiction three to four times a week. The link is in the description of my profile.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter.

That's all from me.

See you next week!