So this is a real quick chapter because I had the idea and I had to write it down. It is three in the morning now so my writing is bad so if you like the idea then stay tuned for new chapters because my writing style will go back to normal and everything will make more sense.

Chapter 1

Draco shook his head and took a deep breath murmuring again, "Reuoluite" nothing, the page refused to turn. He cursed under his breath and focused his mind; he imagined the page in front of him turning over and then louder he said, "Reuoluite". The book remained on page thirteen. The boy sighed and pushed his chair back from the desk and went into the hallway, "Father," he called. The hallway was silent so again Draco bellowed, "Father, we must talk." His father did not appear, this wasn't surprising as the house was so big that his voice probably didn't reach his father's ears.

"Mr Malfoy?" spoke a small timid voice.

"What?"

"I was wondering if you needed anything…you weren't at breakfast…so I just…"

"Where is my Father?"

"I do not know, I'm sorry sir,"

"You're useless; I'm not sure why I keep you around Trish."

"because you are most kind sir."

"I don't think kindness is considered a quality in this day and age. It is a symbol of weakness, I dislike being called kind. Refrain from doing so in the future."

"Sorry sir."

Draco turned his back to the maid and walked briskly down the hall to try and find his father.

"Sir, you are going hunting in an hour, don't forget," Trish called after him

"Hunting is tomorrow," he turned back to her.

"Not fox hunting, deer hunting."

"Deer?"

"Speak with your father about it."

"I intend to do just that, "Draco huffed to himself rather than to Trish.

Trish, Draco thought was a poor excuse for a maid. He should have fired her fifty times over. However he kept her, because she was so young, an orphan and he couldn't just leave her on the street. She was about seven years old and rather reminded Draco of a mouse.

He was annoyed that he cared for her; he was annoyed that he was weak.

Draco shook his head from thoughts about the little girl as he tried to locate his father.

…

Hermione was lost and she considered herself lucky to be so. The other option was to be caught by those hunters. She should have listened to Harry; there is no reason when it comes to wizards. Why had she been so foolish? There will never be peace.

For now she needed to fit in so she called up her glamour and wrapped it around herself. It was weak though, it could fall at any moment.

Hermione sighed in desperation as she continued her trek through the woods desperate to find her way out.

…

"Your magic is not gone; it's just my wards going wrong."

"What?"

"I put up wards but it seems it has gone wrong and you can't use magic within them," The older man shrugged like it was no big deal but Draco felt annoyed. It inconvenienced him that he couldn't use magic at home.

He was about to turn and go back to his room and finish reading when he remembered what Trish had said, "My maid mentioned something about a hunt today?"

"Oh yes, our friends have had the same problem with their wards so we thought that we will be simply dying of boredom if we sat at home all day, magicless, so we organised a little hunt for entertainment."

Draco had no objection to hunting and he was stuck at home, so he obliged and agreed to come. He changed into his hunting gear and glanced outside before leaving to find to his dismay that it was snowing. It's not that Draco Malfoy had anything against snow, but if it snowed too much the hunt would be called off and he couldn't bare to think staying in the house with nothing to do.

"Hurry up," his father called from the other side of the door and Draco ran out.

…

Hermione tried not to cry. The snow was raining heavily now and she was freezing. Her dress was fine for the type of weather back home, but here not so much.

It had been snowing for hours on end and she felt her body get weaker and weaker. Trekking through the snow was exhausting and Hermione knew it was only a matter of time before her glamour fell and her true identity revealed to any passer-by.

She needed someone to come now, she would seek there help and pretend she was a lost witch who fell of her horse whilst hunting and when the unwitting wizard took her home and tended to her she would have regained enough strength to create another portal back to feyea.

It seemed that someone was watching over her because before she had time to finish her thought she hears a stampede of horses coming her way. "Please stop she called out to the riders."

They kept coming towards her and Hermione closed her eyes waiting to be trampled to death.

"Who are you?" she heard a voice

Hermione opened her eyes for a second and realising she hadn't died she smiled an opened her mouth to tell he made up story, "I…"

And that's when her glamour fell.

Ps : review so I know if I should write more

(sorry it was short but as I said its 3AM)

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