Ok. This is a story, that I've based off a book called Jatta. But all I'm doing is putting the Harry Potter characters in this scene. Not the most original idea, I know.

BTW, Hermione is a Potter by birth.

Summary: Hermione Potter is a princess in the kingdom of Alteeda, but her life is no fairytale. Her mother was slain by werewolves when Hermione was three years old, and the palace has been haunted by fear ever since. then Hermione wakes one morning, bruised and disorientated, soaked in sweat, to see her bedroom smeared with bloody paw prints...

Chapter One

Princess Hermione Potter woke on the cold marble floor, groaning weakly. Soaked in sweat. The nightmare was fading, but the horror of it lingered.

Her brother, Harrison, was mauled.

Instinctively she knew it, just as she knew the nightmare had been real. It had gone now, retreated deep below the throbbing in her head. 'Harry, I'm sorry,' she whispered, knowing she was to blame but remembering nothing.

A face peered down at her. She strained her neck to see. Her father. Soft cloth brushed her face, moping her forehead, the sweat from her lip. She tried to move but she couldn't.

Tears pooled in his eyes. 'You've come back. My precious girl.'

You've come back? She blinked up at him, understanding nothing. He'd never cried, not that she knew. She felt one tears splatter on the marble tiles beside her face, wanting it to stop, watching his chin instead. Two… three… four tears for Harrison. They fed her fear.

'Harry's dead,' she moaned.

'Harrison's alive.'

'No. It's my fault.'

He wiped his eyes, then searched her face. 'What do you remember,Hermione?'

She opened her mouth. But there were no words to explain, only confusion. A vein in her temple throbbed. She let her face roll back on the tiles and shut her eyes to recall.

Marble, cold against her cheek. Nothing. Nightgown wet with sweat. Nothing. Body shivering on the tiles. Nothing.

She opened her eyes, trying to focus. Chains clanked as she tried to move. The bedchamber tiles were smeared with bloody paw prints. They glistened in the dawn light.

'Blood.' More the repugnant smell of it that a memory.

'Blood? Yes, Harrison's. He survived, Hermione.'

'No.' But she desperately held onto his words. 'Wh –what happened?'

'Wolves.'

Wolves. Her first memory. Her mortal fear. These dark magical creatures had killed her mother.

She groaned. 'They came back for me.'

'Yes, Hermione.'

'But they g- got Harry instead.'

'He heard you scream.'

'Let me see him.' She tried to sit up. Iron clanked. She lifted her head to see her wrists and ankles loosely wrapped in chains. 'What –tell me, what have I done?'

Her father busied himself unravelling them. 'You had a fit. You thrashed about. I ordered the chains to stop you harming yourself.'

A fit? Nothing was making sense. She sat up, rubbing her cramped, bruised legs, focusing on the room. The wall lamps lay smashed. They'd been flung around, leaving burning oil. The scorch marks looked like ice-skating trails across the white floor. Bedding lay strewn in burgundy-spattered tatters. More bloody paw prints danced around her wardrobe, which had been across the room, all ten doors of it, and lay on its side through her smashed glass doors. Half of it lay in the garden beyond. How could wolves have come, and she survived? Harrison, too? Such monsters were blood-crazed. Indestructible.

'They weren't supposed to let me live,' she whispered, 'Not if my amulet failed.'

'They shall not destroy you.' The King's voice was commanding, as she had always known it, and Hermione's pounding pulse slowed. 'Hermione, we must renew your amulet's magic. This morning, I'll send an ambassador to the Sorcerer.'

'Maybe this time… shouldn't I go too?'

'No!' his eyes narrowed, suddenly severe. 'Never imagine you'll ever leave this palace.'

Hermione flinched.

'I'm sorry, my little one.' He cupped her elfin, almost child-like face in his scarred hands. 'But you know Lord Dumbledore's magic protects you only within these palace walls. I've lost your dear mother. I won't lose you, too.'

A/N: So… I hope you guys liked this. This story will be updated more quickly than Intertwined Souls. If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask. If you've ever read Jatta, you would have realised that I'm really lazy :)