Title: Starry Nights
Category: Books » Harry Potter
Author: Scarlett177
Language: English, Rating: Rated: T
Genre: Romance/Adventure
Published: 11-24-07, Updated: 12-05-08

SUMMARY:

A thousand years ago, there were four renowned wizards, bold Gryffindor, Fair Ravenclaw, sweet Hufflepuff and shrewd Slytherin. One night, in an act of despair, a bushy haired witch asked for a miracle. What happens when she awakes in the past only to find out her prayers had been answered?

A/N: Unfortunately Scarlett177 can no longer continue the story so I volunteered to help. The story suffered a painful revision, that's why she decided to delete it and start from the beginning.

She tripped and soared through the air - there was a throbbing pain in her foot and the breath was knocked from her as she landed face-down on the grass. She cursed under her breath and looked quickly behind, they were approaching her.

Her trek forward to the bushes was awkward. Her ankle protested and her dress felt heavy with the moisture from the ground, and she was tired; she moved with a kind of resigned lurch, thinking why hadn't the order arrived yet?

She tried to see what a head of her was, but it was rather difficult since there were almost no illumination around. She could not use her wand either; otherwise she would be an easy target. After a while she arrived to what seemed some sort of a fence. The bushy haired witch reached it, and flung herself upwards, driven more by fear than muscle.

Gravity was not kind. She found herself unable to move up, and unwilling to move down. She saw them getting closer; she could already hear they're mocking laugher.

Hermione felt a firm and strong pair of hands grabbing her by the waist, throwing her without warning towards the ground. Her vision had become blurry and the pain in her head was too much to handle. She cried silently as he tied her hands to a cold chain.

"Stupid mudblood." He spat with a disgusted look on his face. She recognized him, it was Blaise Zabini, and he had an ugly scar across his forehead and cheek, the scar she had given to him some months ago.

"Got her?" A woman said as she approached them. Hermione could not see her face because of the darkness that was hiding her features. However she recognized her voice instantly. Bellatrix Lestrange. "Great, let's go then."

Zabini nodded and started to walk away. Hermione cried out as he yanked, hard, and dragged her. As they walked in silent, tears fell down her face; her chocolate eyes stared above to the starry sky.

Help me! Someone if you can hear me… Help…

After some minutes, Hermione found herself surrounded by death eaters. Some nodded and congratulated Zabini for catching her; others simply looked at her with a disgusted look on their faces.

"The dark Lord will be pleased." A man said as he eyed her. Hermione recognized his voice at once. Lucius Malfoy.

Hermione was shaking, she didn't know if it was due to the cold weather or if it was due to the fact that she had been caught. Her fate, her life was threatened. She knew what would happen as soon she got to the Dark Lord. He would torture her for valuable information and she would die, for she would rather to than giving out their friends.

"Shh, quiet!" Bellatrix ordered as she glanced around. "Something… what the-"

"What? What is it?" Lucius asked walking closer to her.

"Quiet! Something is coming." She said calmly, though her face turned pale. A terrifying expression took over Lucius as he looked behind her. Zabini dropped the chains and he too looked behind her.

Hermione smiled, her heart and heavy breath softened. She was saved. The order, it finally came to her aid. She too turned around and her lips parted in surprise, her chocolate eyes widened.

A bright white light was consuming the landscape and it was approaching them with an incredibly speed. Before Hermione could react she heard a few pops, when she looked back she realized every single one of them had apparated. Apparated for their lives.

Within seconds, the light hit her, consuming her as well. She could not see a thing, she felt like she could not breathe either. The light seemed to have strength of its own; it felt like it was dragging her… dragging her away.

"Come, man!" Salazar Slytherin pounded as led the horse. "Do you not see the danger in exposing ourselves in this way? In polluting our bloodline with the traits of Muggles?"

"Salazar, if they have magical powers, why should we not teach them? Are you implying we cannot best the Muggles if it came to a struggle?" Godric Gryffindor raised an eyebrow.

"Hardly, Godric. I only believe it more beneficial to avoid a battle than to win one. Bringing those who are not of our world into it... they bring a host of troubles with them! It seems only logical that we hide ourselves from this threat entirely, and not admit those whose blood is not our own."

"Families would not turn on their own, Salazar! A father would not betray his son for his own gain," Godric cried.

Salazar for his turn snorted. How could his friend be so blind, did he not see how muggles craved for power? Could he not see that muggles would stab their backs at the first chance they got?

"Hey! Easy boy." Salazar whispered to this horse who had suddenly become slightly agitated.

Godric turned his attention away from his friend and spotted something not to far away. A petite form was lying on the floor… it looked like some little girl. "There, my friend!" Godric said as he jumped off his horse and ran towards the girl. Salazar however remained on his horse, looking half confused to the scene ahead of him.

"She's unconscious! By Merlin… Salazar you ought to see this!" Godric called out and immediately Salazar approached his friend and the sleeping form. Godric moved her a bit to the left, revealing a broken wand on the green grass.

"How can it be?" Salazar asked awed.

Hermione Granger woke up screaming, her heart pounding out a rhythm of terror. Fear was a living, breathing entity in the darkness of the strange room. The weight of it crushed her, held her helpless; she was unable to move. She could taste it in her mouth, and feel it coursing through her bloodstream. Around her, the air seemed so thick that her lungs burned for oxygen.

For a moment she lay frozen, her ears straining to hear the murmur of voices and sounds of steps approaching the room.

"Sir, please! You mustn't!" A female voice whispered. Hermione could hear the door knob move. Her heart skipped a beat as the door opened allowing a blinding white light to invade the room. She sat up, propping herself up by her elbows and peered directly into the light, her eyes adjusting without a flinch. A man emerged through the light dressed in an expensive suit, carrying a something in his hands. The bushy-haired girl lay back on the bed and tried to remember the mornings, the nights, the late breakfasts, her friends, her family. However, all she could see was something that resembled a void.

The man stopped at her feet and looked down at her pale face.

"Where did you get this?" said the man–his voice was deep, experienced, and slow. Hermione blinked slowly at first, then she looked at him closely and the first thing she noticed was his big green eyes that looked through her pryingly. His brown hair fell elegantly over his shoulders; his lips were small and his nose was thin and sharp.

"I…" She started to stutter as her eyes wandered off to the odd sticks he was holding, "I d-don't… I don't know." The tall mysterious man raised his left eyebrow and looked slightly impatient.

"Do not lie! You had it with you when we found you!" He accused, now walking towards her bed, "Do tell!"

Hermione shook her head, confusion and fear crossed her features. His eyes widened as if he got hit with some realization.

"Sir, Please…" A voice cut in before he could say something else. The man looked down at the broken wand and kept it away inside his pocket, "I'm done here, Lucinda. No need to tell a word about this matter to Godric, understood?"

Lucinda, a small chubby woman nodded reluctantly. The man then walked away, stopping on the door entrance to take a last look at Hermione who avoided his gaze.

He looked at the petit form who was curling underneath the bed sheets with confusion and fear adorning her tired and innocent features. He knew there that his suspicious had been confirmed. She held no information about the broken wand or how she laid her hands on it.

"Oh! Poor girl, he has frighten you hasn't he? I swear on Merlin's good name that he's such a brute!" Lucinda said as she hurried towards the small bed. "What did he want anyway?" Hermione's lips parted as if she was about to say something but no voice came out. Lucinda smiled kindly. "Never do mind! Do you have a name, dear?"

Hermione nodded slowly, she had a name right? But of course she had a name... but then why didn't she remember it? Lucinda didn't miss Hermione's puzzled expression change to a complete horrified one, "I don't remember."

Lucinda's smile faded away. "Oh dear…"

"Harry, I can do this." Hermione frowned deeply.

"I know you can, 'mione." Harry sighed softly, "I just don't want you to go all alone."

"I'm not going alone." Hermione retorted. She was beginning to lose her patience.

"No." Harry spoke too loudly, startling her, "We can't trust him, yet."