Disclaimer: I didn't make up the setting, characters or main events that appear in J.K Rowling's books. This story is parallel cannon. So a lot of my twist events revolve around J.K Rowling's main points.

I'm revamping this entire story. It's been 2 years I think. But I need to finish it and finish it right. My writing skills have improved quite a bit. But my spelling still sucks. Hold on tight kiddies, because here we go!

Hermione watched all the other teenagers walk down the street with their friends; laughing and giggling. It made her really miss her own. She felt incomplete not being with them. It felt incomplete to not be in the wizarding world in general anymore. And that terrified Hermione. This was everything she used to know. And now it wasn't. She was completely disconnected from everything in the muggle world, even starting to get disconnected from her family. It just couldn't be helped. They didn't understand Hermione's new world. They just didn't know what to discuss anymore. Even when she spends time in the muggle world it's usually spent sending letters to her friends. Hermione had only been out of the house to go to the movies or go to buy food from the market with my mum. She hadn't done anything else in the muggle world since she was 12 years old. That was almost 3 years of built up disconnect. Now everything muggle seemed to alien to her.

Hermione was spending some time with her grandmother this summer. She lives in the states. The states might possibly be even more alien than being muggle is. Everything is so different over there. Different than England and very different from the muggle world in England that she used to know.

"Now don't be shy Hermione dear. Pick whatever book you want and it's yours. I know how much you love books. Our local Barnes and Noble has an excellent selection." Hermione's grandmother smiled at her as they walked into the store. Then she pointed at a nearby aisle. "The teen section is over there. I'm sure you will find something good. I'll be over there looking at the magazines. Meet me back here in 2 hours. See you in a bit." Her grandmother gave her a hug and then walked off to the magazine section.

Hermione sighed. Obviously her grandmother didn't know her that well anymore. Hermione didn't read teen books. She would be way too bored by them. But, they were quite amusing to look at. Hermione didn't intend on letting her grandmother buy her anything today anyway. On top of the fact she would feel bad letting her grandmother buy her something, she probably wouldn't read it. Muggle books just didn't interest her anymore. It made her sad and a tear was swelling behind her eyes. She wished she wasn't losing touch with her roots. But it seemed as if it was inevitable.

Hermione walked down the aisles skimming over the books. Snooty girls on the covers or way too good-looking boys. It all made her laugh as she picked up books and read a few pages. They were all so ridiculous. Vampires, popular kids, and falling in love were all common themes. But all of it was so extravagant and ridiculous. Hermione felt a lot better that she had gotten a good laugh.

Hermione walked back to the spot to meet her grandmother when the hour was up. She smiled to find her grandmother waiting by a bookshelf. She seemed to be looking for something. But she looked up as Hermione walked up to her. "O, did you find anything good?" Her grandmother smiled at her enthusiastically. And it made Hermione guilty because she hadn't even looked.

"No grandmother. Nothing struck my fancy." Hermione told her, feeling awful that she had lied. But she would've felt more awful letting her grandmother buy her something she would never read. On top of it standing as a constant reminder that she wasn't really muggle anymore.

"O that's not a problem at all!" She said excitedly and Hermione inwardly let out a breath. Her grandmother continued to skim the shelves and pulled out a book a moment later. Obviously her grandmother had found what she was looking for. She straightened up and handed it over to Hermione. "This is a classic. It's fairly new. And an excellent read. I picked it up because of a friend of mine. She knew your name was Hermione and found it odd, because of the rarity of your name, that one of the main character's name was Hermione too."

But Hermione was barely listening never mind comprehending what her grandmother was saying. And this wasn't to be rude. It was because she was in her own little world of complete and utter shock at what she was holding. To anyone else it was a seemingly offenseless object. But not to Hermione. Not to anyone part of Hermione's world. What was going on?

The book read Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

"Grandma," Hermione questioned while trying to keep her voice from shaking, "what is this?" She was in utter shock. The world seemed to be spinning. What muggle could possibly know of us? Was this a coincidence or not? On the front cover was a picture of some large goblet with blue flames; cartoon versions of Harry, Cedric Diggory, a vela resembling French girl, and the Bulgarian seeker Victor Krum.

"That's the fourth Harry Potter book deary," smiled Hermione's grandmother," those are the best books ever to reach these shores. J.K Rowling wrote em'. She's from England. So are the books. I can't believe you've never heard of them deary. They're quite famous here, that's for sure."

"What're they about," Hermione asked trying to keep the calmness in her voice, but was finding it quite difficult.

"Witches and Wizards that go to a magical school called Hogwarts. The hero, Harry Potter, goes through years of facing a man called…," her grandmother mused," oh what was his name? Voldwart… voldmurt… moldywart…"

"Voldemort," Hermione whispered quietly.

"Yes that's him," she smiled. But Hermione barely heard that as she felt herself being pulled into a deep pit of darkness.

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