Hay ya'll! Today this episode is brought to you by Dex's knives, the sharpest killing equipment around. WARNING! I take no responsibility for any bodily harm.

For this Fanfic I have the first three chapters already written out and am hoping to update once a week, between school and a social life. This is my first jab at Captain America, Iron Man and Harry Potter; others may come into play later.

I would advise you watch Captain America (best movie ever).

DISCLAMER: I do not own anything! I mean it... nooooooo, don't take my computerrrrrr...

Chapter 1

Hermione looked around the ship. She stumbled through the halls as the ship nose dived. Hermione stumbled through the door and the last thing she saw before she blacked out was a blue, red and white shield.

"Next week." Steve nodded and looked forward at the ice picturing Peggy.

"See Ya."

70 years later

Hermione's eyes fluttered open. Her body was numb. Hermione shifted and looked down seeing her body encased in ice. Hermione focused on the wand in her hand. The ice started to melt.

"Come on, we have him, lets go." came a brash shout. Hermione struggled to open her mouth, to shout for their attention. Her mouth opened but no sound came out. A big bang sounded and Hermione knew she was alone.

The puffs of smoke clouded the air. Hermione lifted her lighted wand into the air. She tilted her head back and looked right at the exit. 'Bombarda' her shout echoed through the ship. The metal disc didn't move. Hermione frowned. 'Bombarda Maxima' she shouted and the metal disc shot up and exploded. Hermione looked around for something, anything. Her eyes zoned in on the broken pipe. She picked it up and aimed her wand at it. Transfiguration had always been one of her favourite classes (her list of favourite classes included all of them except Divintation). The pipe was soon a stable ladder.

Hermione's head poked out of the top of the aircraft. She pulled herself out and onto the slippery surface. Her arm reached for the beaded purse at her side, happy to have kept it after the war. She pulled out a thermal shirt to put over the dull tank. Extra pair of socks where donned then delicate feet were shoved into warm uggs which where water resistant (thank god for magic).

It felt like she had been trudging along for days. She was sure she hadn't seen the sun in days. Surly no civilisation could live out here where no plantation grew and where no meat roamed. Hermione stopped at the edge and looked out at the vast water. The cold was biting into her skin and causing the numbness to wear off into sharp pains. Her stomach felt like it was eating itself, offcourse if she had been any normal human being this would be the right deduction.

"Hay! Hay you!" Hermione's head whipped to the sound. The man (she could be wrong on that though) resembled a polar bear. White fluff covered head to toe. He came closer and clamped his hand on her shoulder.

Hermione looked around at the technology that surrounded her. The man in front of her turned the straddled the chair looking at her intently.

"Name!" came the gruff command. Hermione looked at the man and asked him a question back.

"What year is it?" The man looked at her oddly. Hermione fiddled her thumbs and felt uncomfortable without her purse. He didn't speak and Hermione resigned herself to talking.

"Hermione Jean Granger." He wrote it down then looked up again.

"Age." Hermione hesitated.

"19." The man lent back. The scratch of pen on paper echoed around the room. He lifted his head up and looked up at the ceiling.

"You will be staying here, at base."

2011 in the Arctic at a scientist's base.

That was where Hermione was. Her purse had been returned as nothing was to be found within. Hermione spied out the bugged room. Hermione stuffed her whole arm and riffled around, pulling at a stick. She waved it and a alarm went off. Hermione jumped, she wasn't expecting that. Standing she walked to the sliding metal door. It opened automatically and Hermione walked out into the chaos.

"Her name is Hermione Jean Granger, she is nineteen years old. Brown hair, brown eyes and a powerful aura." The black man nodded.

"Thankyou Dr. Orton." The next sentence was cut off by a sharp screech. Dr. Orton turned to the security computer and flipped to Hermione's room which was empty.

Hermione ran towards the exit, the cold hitting her skin. She tripped, the ice lashed against her knees. Lifting her arm into the sky she thought of Diagon Ally.

"Wait!" Dr. Orton reached for Hermione but she was already gone.

Okay that is it for chap1. Not much action, I know but I'll try.

Hope you liked it!

GooNigh ~ LaLa-Z