Hey guys. I havent finished my other stories, I know but I need to post and I am so stuck with the other stories.

I didn't want to be a war heroine. I never knew I would be special. I didn't want to be the one people looked to, but that doesn't mean I want to lose what I'd been worked so hard for. I never thought myself to be special. I was just a bushy haired, buck toothed, short, brown eyed war heroine. I was plain. There was nothing special about me then, and there was nothing special about me now either. After the war I had moved to France and opened a gourmet coffee shop in Paris near the Eiffel Tower. I had grown quite a bit curvier than I had been in school, and my eyes had sparkles in them, my hair flowed down my back in waves, and my features were softer, but I was still plain. I was not beautiful. I had believed that I and my life were boring, until I lost it all.

I am Hermione Granger and I was kidnapped.