Wanderer.

It was a dark and cold night as I lay on a bench at the subway. My eyes opened and I watched the people walking on the platform. Most of them had a really busy night, returning from work really tired so it was quite obvious that none of them took notice of me. I sat there on the bench admiring the people for a really long time. There was a small boy with his mother walking on the platform, telling her about some incident that took place in his school. There was a business man talking on the phone or rather fighting on it with his wife.

I saw another young boy coming walking towards the bench I was sitting on. He had a newspaper in his hand. He sat down next to me and began flipping through the newspaper pages. when I took a closer look of the paper I realised which paper was he reading. He was reading the DAILY PROPHET. That meant he was a wizard. A wizard just like me. I took a closer look and saw the news he was reading.

Lucius Malfoy, one of the closest death eaters of Voldermort, was caught and put in Azkabaan, two years back. Since the past to years the Ministry kept deciding that how should he be delt with, and now finally they have come up wih an answer. Turn to page 7 for more.

I waited for the man to finish reading and thought he would turn the page. but instead he just folded the paper and waited, probably for his train to come. I so badly wanted to know what was going to happen to that man. So I decided to borrow the paper from him.

"Uh, excuse me, " I said

No response. No movement.

"Please could I borrow that paper of yours for a second ?" I said again.

No reply again. what was wrong with him, why was he not replying to me ?

Then I got up and waved my hand in front of his face.

"Hello" I said desperately. The only reply I got was he getting up and walking right through me and entering his train. ENTERING RIGHT THROUGH ME. THROUGH ME. This meant that I was a ghost. A ghost. To recheck I stood in the path of another woman. She too walked through me as I was invisible. I screamed so loud that if they would hear me they would have gone deaf. In my anger I tried to kick at the garbagecan but in vain. No No No I cant be a ghost because to be a ghost I had to be dead. So that meant I was DEAD. I, HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER, WAS DEAD.

I just could not believe myself I could not be dead. I was just 23. Too early for a girl to die. I decided that I should recall what had happened. I tried my best to recall but all I could think of is my car having an accident and then nothing else. I decided to go to ST. MUNGO'S HOSPITAL FOR MAGICAL MALADIES AND INJURIES. I thought of apparating there but then realised that I dont have my wand. I just closed my eyes and when I opened it I was in Mungo's Hospital. Whoa that was like I just dissappeared. One second I was at the subway and the next second I was at Mungo's. I soon realized that the receptionist would not be able to see me so I walked towards the floor where the rooms were. I checked all the rooms from 301A to 400Z. On that floor I could not find myself. So I moved on to the 5th floor. I again checked all the rooms and I finally found myself in room no. 513T. I walked in too see myself. Next to me on the bed was Harry. Harry Potter, my best friend along with his wife Ginny.

"Hey 'Mione, it's Harry here, I just spoke to the doctor and he said that you will be absolutely fine. You have just gone into coma. And will be out anytime." he said as he held my hand.

As he said that Ginny kept a flower near my bedside table.

"Hermione, i really hope you get well soon. Just wanted to tell you that Harry and me are expecting another baby. Lavender is also pregnant with Ron's baby. This is so exciting, I wish that you were here." Ginny said wiping away the tears in her eyes.

"Oh Hermine also there is a good news for you, your old house, that flat it got sold to the broker. We have moved your things to the new house. Just come back soon. Please. " saying so he and Ginny got up, took one last look at me and left.

I looked at my own body. I looked pale but lively. Two thing pleased me. First, I was not dead. Just was in coma so I would come out soon, and second, my old house was sold. That was my parents house before they could die. I did not want to keep any memory of their's so I decided to sell it.

As I stood noticing my face realised the amount I had changed since was in Hogwarts. My hair was no longer brown, it was black and they were nice and wavy, not in the bushy state. They were also shorter and I was much taller than I had been. I heard someone enter my room and my thoughts broke. It was the healer. She came into the room and muttered a spell and my food supply got connected. I left the room and decided to go to my parents sold house.

I disappeared from the hospital and found myself in my home. The lights were on, and the room was quite bright. So someone had brought the house. Anyways what was the point, they would not be able to see me. I walked up to the balcony noticing the beauty of the whole place. I could see the London Eye too from this flat. Then my thoughts drifted to my condition. How was I supposed to be living like this ? Was I meant to die ? If I died then my this spirit would be gone, and if I woke out of coma then too my spirit would go back into my body. So now was I too be living like this for how many ever months or years. ? God save me. I was so busy in my thoughts that I did not hear the bathroom door click open.

DPOV

I stretched on my seat in my office. I was a businessman in this muggle world. A really successful one. The office was empty accept for my partner, Blaise.

"Hey mate your still here ? You have your date at 10:30 pm at that muggle disco. You definetely dont want to be that late do you ? Cause this one is really hot. " Blaise said with a grin.

"Ya Blaise I am just done with this paper work. I better leave or your hot babe might just run away" I replied.

I waved him a goodbye and then apparated into my house. I had just recently purchased it. It was worth every pound I payed. I threw my briefcase on the sofa, and went into the bathroom to freshen up before I could leave for my date.

I got into the shower. I stood under the hot water and let it take away my stress and tensions of the day. Standing under the shower made me feel really good and it replinished my lost energy. I shut the tap and wandered my thoughts to this girl who was about to be my date. Was she hot ? Would she be fit for me...hmmm maybe, maybe not. I rubbed the condensed water from the mirror to see the face of a young man of 24, with platinum blonde hair and grey eyes staring back at me. I knew I was goodlooking that was the reason numerous girls threw themselves at me.

I grabbed a clean towel from the shelves and wrapped it around my waist. I walked to the door and opened it and came to a standstill.

There in my balcony stoog a girl- no actually a woman, of about my age with blackish brown hair upto her shoulders. She was wearing black corduroys with a light pink tank top with a black shrug Her backside made her look really hot. Maybe she was hot. But that didn't matter what the hell was she doing in my house at my balcony ? How the hell did she get in ?

"Hello" I said waiting for her to turn around.

When she did not turn I repeated in a stern voice "hello, Excuse me".

Still no response. Bloody hell was she deaf.

"Hello! You girl a the balcony can you hear me or no ?" I said in a annoyed tone.

She turned and then nothing but shock hit me as I said the next few words.

"Granger " I said my voice sounding hoarse.