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I don't own Harry Potter Series in any form. And as this website says, it's a fiction.

SUMMARY:

A husky whisper glided through the air so faint, almost like a continuous chant 'Hermione!'. The voice kept calling out. A lone figure stood amongst the royal walls covered with velvet carpets, turning around slowly in anxiousness to see a woman dressed in dark, expensive robes that brought out the richness of the room. The woman belonged there, her clothes reflecting a sense of exquisite nobleness that Hermione knew the women belonged here. The woman grew closer and the whispers louder and that was when Hermione took in her face, a quick gasp escaping her cherry lips before she knew. The woman was almost very similar to Hermione herself.

WARNING: None

Prologue

The noon sun was blaring its wrath to its full potential on an open field. No living forms were at sight for the exception of a lone figure knocked out cold in the middle of it. The figure let out a groan, obviously from the discomfort caused by the blinding sun. After Tossing around a few seconds on the uncomfortable field dirt, Hermione fluttered her eyes open and tried to take in her surroundings. But the light blared too fierce thus making her eyes shutter close. After heaving a sigh, her eyes opened ready for the blinding light, but adjusted to it with her hands protecting her eyes at a considerable distance, helping her much better in taking in her surroundings.

She was standing in a field that looked deserted and all that she could see was field to the end of land where her eyes could see. Fields at a distance were much more colourful hat the dry yellow coloured field she was currently in. They were the flower fields smiling charmingly, as if the sun wasn't unleashing its wrath and it was really a good day.

'Where in the Merlin am I?'.

Her eyes searched around, looking for any human being or a sign of life, even a bird, but nope, she couldn't find anything. She got even more anxious, praying for any way to know what happened to her and how she ended up her. She wanted to find someone for help given the fact she did not have her wand with her. She was alone, not even a single person in sight. She whirled around, frantically searching for a light of hope. That's when her eyes found the odd colour out of the otherwise monotonous flowery scenery behind her. A Large house stood on the ground, which the sun was almost perpendicular to, it mightiness not visible due to the distance. She started walking towards the house, standing amongst the flower field.

The more closer the house got, the more bigger it looked, almost like a manor but it was standing in the middle of nowhere. It resembled the old English manors, except for the fact this one looked almost dull, very dull.

'The person who owns this must be rich. Let's hope I find someone in here'.

The huge doors were thick and dark, obviously due to its old age. Surging forward, she rapped the door holding its handle, the sound probably echoing though the manor's insides. She knocked again with no response reaching her.

She opened the door slowly, pushing it using the handle. She was scared which was totally unlike her what her intuition was really scared of was what she might find what this house beholds. Taking a deep breath, she calmed her heart not wanting to send her magic berserk n hurt anyone unintentionally.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

Silence.

Hesitantly she stepped into the room, taking in the new room. It reminded her of the old royal English films, but still clean and tidy than how it looked from outside. 'So someone must be living here'. Just by looking at the room, it was obvious every other room in here must be rich just like this one. The candles and torches burning around the room gave her a full view of the room, illuminating it more than a little scanty. The rich silk tapestry hung around the walls spreading around to the walls, not leaving even an inch uncovered.

But something caught her eyes more than them, something less rich and more like a tattered leather. Hermione moved towards to her left, a mahogany table standing on its hooves. It had random business papers, booklets and books. Grabbing one of them, she searched through them for the year of publication, because she knew.

She Knew. The England of her time lacked a house like this.

One of the Books was named as "My Family". After an unsuccessful attempt to find the year, she gave up. It was like someone made them disappear while everything else was where it was supposed to be. A newspaper had a moving picture, thus giving her another clue. Going back to the book she saw earlier, she opened it, the initial thing that caught her eyes. A name was elegantly written on the top of the leather bound book, or rather a journal should she call it. It read "Leila Silvia".

'Silvia? Never heard of that name. Could it possibly be a middle name?'

She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard a faint, husky whisper. It called out "Hermione" through the rooms of the manor. She dropped the book in panic and searched for the source with her wand at ready.

Again the voice whispered "Hermione".

Hermione's throat seized, got locked, losing the ability to talk. Her mind ran a thousand miles away and then suddenly blank for several seconds. "Reveal yourself" she finally screamed as terror and panic surrounded her unable to take any more of the loud whispering. Her shout was answered only by the continuous whispering of her name by the unknown source of the voice, increasing their speed of utterance making her head spin.

Hermione Granger woke up drenched in sweat that day in her Gryffindor Dorm at 2 am in the morning.

'What a wonderful beginning on the first day of the term' Hermione thought sarcastically before closing her eyes again to gain some peace of mind before drifting to sleep after a long long time.