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Forgotten Ghosts of Haunted Pasts

By: alexis in wonderland

Chapter One

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He was pushing her again. The boy with sad eyes and messy dark hair, he was pushing her away and it clenched at her heart because she knew she didn't want to leave. "Harry, please!" she cried, "Don't do this!"

Her pale shaking hands gripped his worn-out sweater tightly but he gently pried them away. "Hermione. Hermione, listen to me. You need to be safe. He might be gone, but this war is nowhere near over."

She shook her head almost pleading. "That's exactly why I shouldn't be leaving you! This is my fight just as much as it is yours, Harry!" she yelled. Hermione reached out to grab his arm but he pulled and turned away from her. "If you want to keep me safe then I'll be the safest around you. Please, just don't keep me away from this fight, it's my right to fight, Harry."

"I'm sorry, Hermione." He turned, a stick pointed at her. His sad sad eyes shining with guilt. "It's for the best."

Her own eyes were clouded with tears that refused to fall. "No! Harry!"

A light flashed, blinding her for just a moment and she gasped jolting upwards with a slight wince. Worried brown eyes watched her from the rear view mirror of the car and Hermione sighed realizing it was just a dream. "You okay, darling? Headache again?" Her father asked before his eyes looked away from the mirror to the road.

She nodded as she glanced at the time above the radio. "It… it was just that dream again. Where are we now?" she asked. Her eyes turned to her left to stare out the window. The hairs on the back of her neck were on end but seeing nothing besides wet grounds, tall mossy green trees and grey skies, she shook the feeling off for nerves.

Her father frowned for a moment at the quick subject change but ignored it. "Approximately an hour and a half away from Forks. Your mother says that the house is coming along quite nicely and the new building is in a great area," he explained, "but she'd still like my opinion on it."

Hermione didn't reply and just nodded again. "Don't worry though," her father continued, "We should be done at the new office and head home for some rest."

Silence filled the car again as William Granger glanced back at his only daughter. It was strange. A few weeks ago after Hermione had had an accident, one that caused her to stay over night at the hospital, they sat down for supper like every other night to resume their family routine but something felt off, like something was missing or they were forgetting something important. His frown deepened, but what was it?

"You sure you don't want to talk about your dream?" He asked, "It might help if you did." Hermione turned away from her window to see her dad's concerned look in his reflection. When she didn't answer he continued on to ask, "is it the same one? With the boy?"

"Yes…" she finally replied softly. "I don't understand it, dad, and it's frustrating me that it's not making any sense."

He let a small smile break through his frown. "Perhaps it makes no sense because it is just a dream, darling," he replied, "Most dreams aren't made to actually make any sense to begin with."

His daughter hummed for a moment. "I suppose." Her brows knit close together and her lips pursed slightly in thought. "But…" she began for a moment before coming to a pause. She sighed heavily. "But, it doesn't feel like a dream," she admitted quietly.

"Then, what would you say it felt like?" He asked, getting his daughter away from her brooding attitude and back to her usual thinking one.

Hermione didn't reply right away. She knew what it felt like but it just couldn't be right. It didn't make any sense because she'd know if it were.

"A memory," her voice came out barely even a whisper, as if struggling to escape passed her lips, but her father heard it. They were both silent for a moment before she continued, "but it couldn't be. I didn't… I know I didn't fight in a war."

Unconsciously she glanced down at her arms where the sleeves of her cardigan covered the scars she couldn't remember getting. And then her eyes moved down to her shaking hands, where for a moment, she could feel the boy's warm but damp sweater under her fingertips. Surely, she'd remember fighting in a war? The ends of her lips were tugged down again into a deep frown. Three weeks. Three weeks these dreams, feelings and questions filled her mind and she had yet to find any answers.

William frowned again just for a moment. A part of him couldn't deny the possibility no matter how absurd the notion was. He saw his daughter every day. There was no way she could have fought in a war without his knowledge. "I would hope you hadn't."

Hermione didn't answer this time. She didn't want to say she hoped she hadn't because for some reason, she was actually wishing she had and still was fighting in this unknown war. Something in her heart told her she was supposed to be fighting. Somewhere, some war was going on, and she was still very much a part of it.

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What had started out as a quiet afternoon quickly turned into another day of leech hunting. Large snarling wolves bolted through the forest after a cackling man who jumped up onto a large branch grinning down at their attempts to reach him. He gave a wave before disappearing and reappearing somewhere else with a pop.

"Hello Pup!" the British vampire greeted gleefully, "Good bye Pup!" Another pop resounded through the quiet forest.

Damn it! How the hell is he doing that fucking teleporting? Paul roared to the rest of the equally frustrated pack.

"Too slow!" The bloodsucker called when he reappeared, "Or am I just too fast?"

Jacob growled as Sam tried to anticipate where he'd reappear again. That pip-pip-cheerio snobby accent is really starting to piss me off, Jacob said with an exaggerated fake British accent. This caused Embry to snicker while snapping his jaw right by the leech's shoulder before the strange man popped away farther this time causing the wolves to pick up speed. The cackling man came to a stop pointing a stick at them. "Hah!" A light flashed out from the tip after a quick flick of his wrist and then he disappeared again.

Leah swiftly ducked under the zooming light and watched it set a tree on fire for a moment before it died down because of the damp wood. What the hell was that? she asked at the same time Seth wondered what kind of Vampire this guy was.

The wolves looked around waiting for the man to appear again as Sam warned them to watch out for the stick and its flares. A pop sounded and they all jumped forward in a sprint again to see the vampire's eyes flash red and his grin widen. "Oh, puppies! I'd like a break from this game of tag. My prey has arrived." He flicked his stick again sending out another flare before disappearing one more time.

Spread out, there must be some sort of limit on that teleporting! Sam ordered.

Should we call the Cullens? They might have an advantage on this one? Quil asked. Paul growled not wanting to have anything to do with more bloodsuckers.

Sam nodded in the end, Leah, get the Cullens. Fast. Tell them we found the leech on the spree. The female wolf was quickly off in the other direction before the pack disbanded in search of the strange vampire. This one's not getting away with another body.

Seconds were quickly turning into minutes and that Vampire was bound to find an unsuspecting human to chow down on if they didn't track him soon. Sam's head snapped to his left before he let out a howl, sprinting in that direction. I smell a human in the area, that bastard must have caught onto the scent too. He could faintly hear the other wolves gaining speed behind him before a pain filled ear splitting scream broke through the forest. Damn it!

The Alpha broke through the clearing moment after with Jacob right behind him, he launched himself towards the vampire to get him off the human girl but he popped away. When he reappeared, Jacob was quick to learn and anticipate it. That's not working on us again, fucking parasite. Jacob's jaw snapped down on the vampire's leg swinging him down with a slam.

The Pack could hear Leah in the back of their minds telling them that she and the Cullens were near. Seth and Paul were quick to arrive on the scene, but right after the vampire's initial slam to the ground he popped away again. The rest of the Pack's arrival was quickly noted as they arrived at the same time as the Cullen Family. "Humans aren't supposed to see us!" Rosalie yelled, but Edward told her it wasn't the time to worry about it if they could save her.

The British Vampire reappeared to grab the human girl but was quickly kicked away by Jasper in Emmett's direction who reached out to grab him. The Vampire growled sending off another flare from his stick but the larger Vampire jumped to the left to avoid the blow. "Get the girl out of here!" Carlisle called to Esme and Alice but the foreigner was quick to react by sending more flares their way.

"That MudBlood is mine!" He growled as he popped away and reappeared this time landing by the disoriented human girl grabbing her by the neck cackling all the while backing away from the growling wolves.

Jacob barely registered anything that was happening by this moment as his eyes, for the first time since arriving, landed on the girl causing his heart to be pulled. When the girl's own confused brown eyes connected with his, he knew. He crouched down as his heart and soul called out to her, she was his and he was about to lose her. No, fuck no. That leech is going to be dust in the wind, he snarled. The wolves who were already familiar with the feelings of imprinting shot Jacob a knowing and worried look.

The Vampire's grin shifted into a vicious smirk. "Oh," he began with dismay, "the puppies don't want to play nice anymore do they?" He shook his head side to side for a moment clicking his tongue in disappointment. He glanced down at the girl in his arms. "I guess that means, playtime is really over now. Heh."

Playtime's over alright, you fucking asshole. Jacob growled deeply wishing the damn Vampire could understand him.

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The car ride continued on in silence before they pulled up at a building near the edge of the town's main circle that was going to be her parent's new work place. Hermione greeting her mother, Jane, and the estate agent. "Mum!" Hermione laughed when she was brought into a strong hug. "I saw you yesterday."

"One day too long, honey!" she replied before turning to her husband and giving him a quick peck. "So? How do you like it?" The couple turned to look at the building with approving nods. The agent brought them around the well known Dentistry office giving Mr. Granger a copy of the papers and a tour.

Hermione turned to look at her surroundings taking everything in. It was a habit she wasn't too sure when she picked up and one she knew she wasn't ever going stop either. She gazed curiously at the towering forest just across the street. Her gut was telling her that something was there, but she shook the thought away. Of course something would be there, animals lived in forests.

She turned to follow her parents when a pulse of pain pinched in her head causing her to wince. She hissed for a second being caught off guard as she rubbed her hand over her forehead. "Still getting those headaches, honey?" Her mother asked worriedly as Hermione entered the building.

"It's fine, mum," she replied. Her mother wrapped an arm over her shoulders with a soft sigh but nevertheless showed her daughter around.

"Dad," she called near the end of the tour, "is it alright if I go ahead and explore the town?" He nodded, making sure she didn't venture too far and that she had her phone on her just in case. Handing her the car keys, he said if she wanted, she could meet them later that night at their new home. The furnishing wasn't finished, but there was enough for now he supposed.

Grinning, she thanked him before rushing back to the car and settled into the driver's seat with a sigh of relief. When she was released from the hospital a few weeks ago after the rock climbing incident during her gym class back in Australia, her parents almost seemed attached to her hips with worry. It was nice to have some real alone time to think.

She stifled another sigh, because quite frankly, she was tired of sighing. She just wish she knew what was missing. She wanted to be her old self again, the one from before the gym accident. While her head injury wasn't a high risk one, the doctors still worried at what it might mean. Especially upon receiving the knowledge that Hermione felt she was forgetting something important. The doctor who personally attended to her, explained that she'd feel a little confused for a while, and whatever the missing memories were, it was indefinite whether they'd return or not.

Although, she supposed to herself, the move away from Australia may do her some good, as strangely abrupt the decision had been. The bridge of her nose scrunched up a bit with a quick thought. Washington was an unusual choice in her opinion. Inwardly, she hoped to return to the UK to see her old home again despite having lived in Australia most of her life. At least, she thinks she's lived in Australia most her life.

Shaking the thoughts away, Hermione drove around aimlessly passing buildings and houses in a blur; but, it wasn't too long before the forest on either side of her seemed to thicken. Her hands tightened their hold on the steering when the hairs on her arms and neck raised again. It was so sudden that Hermione had just enough time to react when the car jolted. She came to a screeching halt pulling over at the side. "What was that?" she wondered aloud.

Stepping out of the car with caution, she looked around trying to see if she ran over something but nothing was there. Just as she was about to resettle back into the driver's seat, something snapped from behind making her attention turn to the strangely dress man grinning her way. She backed into the entry of her car worried.

"Well, well, well, I knew it was you," he laughed loudly, "My tracking is never wrong you see. It's so nice to see you again, Hermione Granger."

Hermione's brows furrowed together in confusion. "Do I know you?" She knew she didn't know him, but her heart told her she did and she should fear him. Her hands unconsciously went to her side looking for something to defend herself with but she never carried any weapons.

The man was taken aback by her question. "You don't remember me, dear old Antonin Dolohov?" He grinned suddenly, "Although, I guess it was to be expected with my recent transformation to the life of a Vampire."

"Vampire?" The question wasn't asked out of disbelief, more of a confirmation that they were real, but the man didn't catch onto her tone. She blinked for a moment. Why the existence of bloodsucking mythical creatures barely faze her, though, was a question of disbelief.

Dolohov's eyes narrowed. "Don't play stupid with me girl!" He popped, disappearing and popped again reappearing directly in front of her.

Her breath hitched before Hermione could even realize what had happened. She was thrown to the side colliding roughly with the ground with a short yelp of pain. "Stupidity isn't a mask you could wear well anyhow you insufferable know-it-all, isn't that right Mudblood?"

A faded memory of a male's drawl echoed in her mind. Hermione ignored it and rolled over to her side quickly getting up out of instinct. "I don't know what you're talking about!" she cried as she tried to run away from him.

"Lies!" She heard him yell as she ran fast, darting passed trees her veins filling with adrenalin. She heard a pop behind her before it resounded again ahead of her. Hermione stared down the end of a stick and she froze in fear. It was just like that boy in her dream. Did that mean it was real? "Crucio!" A red flash flew hitting her chest making her crumple to the ground as everything inside her tensed in agony. A scream of pain escaped her lips as her hands gripped the ground, her whole body shaking.

"I'm not lying! I don't know what you're talking about!" She cried in strain when the pain suddenly stopped but still pulsed under her skin. The man wouldn't hear anything of it as he shot the flare at her again.

He walked until he was standing above her. "Lying doesn't become you, Mudblood. You know what I've learnt since becoming a Vampire?" He asked cackling his wand never leaving her writhing form on the ground.

"N-no," Hermione spat out the reply gasping for breath still shaking her throat raw of screaming. He could hear those damned wolves diminishing the space between them. "I've learnt to always play with my food. I haven't had the chance to taste filthy blood like yours before. So you're lucky to be my first."

Dolohov smirked as he leaned down towards her. "Not dying the first two times I've tried really will make this third time quite the charm." His strong grip on her cardigan ripped it slightly exposing her neck for his fangs. "Perhaps I'll go gently if you admit the truth, hm?"

"I swear! I don't know what you're talking about!" she yelled again pushing against him. Then, a monstrous sized wolf tackled him away from her before another pop resounded.

Hermione didn't know what was happening anymore because everything was going so quickly and pain was still clouding her mind as she choked back a sob. She tried to get up and get away but her muscles and nerves and everything protested and screamed at her in pain. In the back of her mind she could hear a woman screeching at her "Lies! You Filthy MudBlood Liar! Crucio!" This had happened before, but why couldn't she remember when? Why was it so cloudy in her mind? Some morbid part of her wished for another attack to see if another faded memory would appear in her mind but she writhed on the ground hoping no more pain would come.

More wolves and a few people were appearing and before she knew it they were everywhere multiplying or maybe she was seeing double. She didn't understand what was happening and the next thing she knew, she was back in the bone crushing grip of the strange man who claimed to have tried killing her twice before.

She struggled in his hold before looking up seeing a large Russet-coloured Wolf staring at them, it's- no, his brown eyes connecting with her own and something told her that she was going to be okay.

"Take any step closer, the Mudblood is dead," Dolohov informed, his stick out and at the ready.

Hermione shook her head. "I'm not this Mudblood," she tried to say but his hold was too tight around her throat, it barely came out.

She could hear the loud growling of the wolves surrounding them, and the small group of people glanced around at each other trying to figure out how to get the situation under control. Dolohov just laughed again taking one step back at a time towards his escape. "You really can't remember?" he asked in a whispering hiss, "Hermione Granger, Mudblood extraordinaire can't remember what she's been fighting for these past eight years?" His cackling bellowed out louder than ever but he still tightened his grip when he saw a Wolf come close.

Her hands clawed at the arm that was making it difficult for her to breath properly. From the corner of her eye, she could see the strange people regroup nodding to the large wolves as Dolohov continued to whisper harshly in her ear distracted. "Perhaps I'll send you're dead body to The Chosen One, proof that his pathetic attempt at saving you, protecting you was worthless."

"I don't know any chosen one." Hermione wanted to say but she could only gasp for breath.

She could hear and feel the man's rumbling laughter as he continued, "And when I see him again, I'll take all pleasure telling him that Hermione Granger died without knowing who he is, what you've all done and it was all his fault!" Just as black started to creep around the edges of her sight, she saw the rest of the Wolves crouching low preparing to attack. The back of her mind barely registered the oldest blonde man's request to release her while something snapped inside her.

If this man, Dolohov, was talking about the boy in her dream. About Harry. He must know what was happening, about the war, about who she really was and what she was forgetting. He'd be able to clear her doubts, and her questions and give her that missing piece. She was fed up of the questions with no answers and finally she felt a familiar warm sensation of building energy or something else entirely inside of her burst causing the man's grip to loosen and be sent back a few steps away from her.

"Who am I?" Her shout was drowned out when the Wolves seized the opportunity to capture the man who caused her pain. A blonde woman, who name she heard was Rosalie was quick to keep her struggling form standing and pulled her out of the way. "Hermione, don't look," She told her, cold arms wrapping her into a careful but safe embrace. The curly-haired brunette would have none of it though as she turned to face the hysterically laughing man who almost killed her.

"Wait! Stop!" She cried and she saw the Russet-coloured Wolf pause in his movements but it was too late when the black wolf took the lead clamping his large jaw down onto the torso followed by the other wolves and strange men.

"Don't worry Mudblood! There'll be more of us for you! We haven't forgotten you like you've so fondly been forced to forget us!" was the last thing the man struggled to say. Rosalie turned Hermione's head, trying to urge her away but she wouldn't leave. In minutes the growling and laughing and gruesome crushing noises stopped and the forest was deadly silent except for her laboured breathing. The blonde girl pulled Hermione's cardigan back over her shoulders in almost motherly care, a haunted look reflected in her amber eyes.

Still shaking in slight pain, Hermione was quick to realize that she was probably the only human standing there in that clearing. And after everything that happened in the passed possible hour, why wasn't she terrified for her life?

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To Be Continued

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alexis in wonderland:

Hello Readers! This story is written for your enjoyment as well as my BB who's been hounding me to get this done! I appreciate the interest and I hope you drop a line or two of your thoughts on this start! I apologize if it seems a little rushed, but I don't quite see this story passing 10 chapters (if it does, I'll be quite surprised!), so I wanted it to start with a bang! (:

Till Next Time!

AIW