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She left two years ago after his betrayal and now she's back. Surprises are in store for Harry and co. when they find out what she's been doing the last two years. She may be the key to the Light side's victory. As the Final Battle draws near, Harry seeks forgiveness and maybe even love. But, after what he did, will the Happily-Ever -After that Harry hopes for come true or will it only happen in neverwhere?

Only In Neverwhere

Prologue

(Hermione's POV)

I was carefully arranging my hair into the proper style. I deftly pin the beautiful silver clips on my mahogany tresses while giving more than the necessary effort to look at least half-way presentable. As I examine my appearance in the mirror that was in front of me I ask myself, why I was betrayed?

Flashback

I was humming to myself as I passed through the many sections of the library, my fingers grazing the binds of the books. I came to an abrupt stop when I reached the shelf that had the book I was searching for. My eyes were skimming through the titles when I heard a faint giggle. Normally, I would have ignored it. Today though, I had a weird feeling in my gut telling me to look.

I headed towards the table that was obscured from my view- though I knew for certain it was where the bothersome sound came from- the feeling in my gut got worse.

I was nearing the table and the somewhat muffled giggles were getting louder and louder. All my actions froze as I turned the corner. The sight that beheld me caused utter heartbreak. There, lying on the table was my boyfriend, Harry Potter, with a girl on top of him. His face was covered with lipstick and her blouse was partly open. It was obvious that what they were doing before my unwelcomed interruption was snogging each other senseless.

I was still immobile and the only thing I could do was stare at his eyes that were looking back up at me. I thought that he would look remorseful and push the girl off of him while making some hasty excuse or at least beg for my forgiveness. I guess what I thought had been wrong. I searched his eyes and only found a blank stare. He looked like he was waiting for me to leave so he could continue what he was doing. My fear was confirmed when he raised his eyebrow expectantly, mentally shooing me away.

I couldn't have helped it, my eyes filled with tears. When the girl turned her head and the smirking face of Pansy Parkinson met me, I let out a strangled sob. I regained my ability to move and I quickly sped away. The scene stuck in my head was so disgusting it was nauseating.

End of Flashback

I shook my head as if trying to dispel the memory from my mind. I moved my head slightly so I could see the back of my head through the mirror. I was pleased when I saw that the bun my hair was styled into was still secure. The attractive silver clips that held my hair in place made my simple up-do look elegant. I turned my head back and looked at the mirror again. Using both of my hands I tugged on the dark locks that were strategically placed on either side of my face therefore framing it. I let go of my hold and they slowly bounce back into the loose ringlets that they use to be in. Giving my face one more look over I smiled slightly when I was satisfied with the end results. On a normal day I wouldn't worry about how I look, but today wasn't a normal day was it?

I moved to the next task at hand. I pulled down my turtleneck dress lightly; making sure it was wrinkle free, before wrapping my outer robes around my figure. It wasn't really a typical robe one would find at a store. The robe I'm wearing was the distinctive garment that the priestesses here where. For one, it was a wrap around and was to be tied securely at the left side of my waist; it almost looked like a kimono, and two, because it was short and ended just before my knees which were also the same length my dress was. But what really made my robes unique was the design on the cloth. Beautiful patterns etched into the cream colored silk. Fiery gold with light hints of silver markings cleverly weaved that it's almost unnoticeable.

I twirled around in my dress, the motion causing my skirt to lift.

I don't care that I look weird at the moment just as long that I could savor the last moments I'll be here, in this magical place that served as my home for the last few years.

Flashback

"What is it that you wanted to ask me my dear?" Professor Dumbledore asked me. I looked up with sad eyes.

The decision I had made a few hours ago was what led me to come knocking on the wizened headmaster's office door so late in the night. Normally, I would have waited until the morning to speak with him but seeing as I didn't want to stay any longer in the common room where my cheating ex-boyfriend inhabited, I had left immediately. Being a prefect allowed me to roam the school later than curfew.

"Am I still able to take the offer you gave me a few days ago?" I asked quietly. I could see the twinkle in his eyes dimming as he figured out that something horribly wrong had occurred.

"Of course, but can I ask why you are asking?" He answered. Concern was apparent in his voice.

"M-my relationship with Harry has gone undoubtedly sour. I don't want to be anywhere near him," I said with venom but continued with a gentler voice, "and since you have offered me the opportunity that can get me to leave this place while still graduating with my diploma, then I-I ha-have to accept that proposal."

My voice cracked at the end. I actually didn't want to leave and abandon my friends but it just hurts so much to be near him. I could feel the tears welling up but I willed them to go away.

Dumbledore sighed.

I looked him straight in the eye and I could see sadness and regret in them. It was almost as if he wanted to deny me what I was asking for. I would've smiled at his obvious attachment to me if the situation was different.

He sighed again. This time though he followed with his decision.

"Very well Hermione. I will allow you to graduate early with your Hogwarts diploma. But I have another proposition for you."

My ears perked up when he said he had another proposition. I nodded my head as if to show that I was going to listen.

"I want you to train for the upcoming war. Even though you and Harry are no longer together and from your decision I can safely assume that you no longer want to be his friend anymore, I know you well enough to be assured that you are still loyal to the Light."

I nodded again for him to continue.

"I want you to go to Kelshandri. I don't know if you've heard of it before but if you haven't then I better explain. Kelshandri is a magical place that can be described in no terms other than another plane of existence parallel to ours. This place was once part of our world, our universe, renowned for producing exceptional sorcerers and sorceresses. Centuries ago, a powerful spell had gone haywire and caused Kelshandri to be accidentally banished to another dimension. But though it is in another dimension, we are able to cross the threshold and train among the priestesses there."

Huh?

"If we are able to go over there then why in the world hadn't Voldemort gone there and trained his Death Eaters?" I asked with as much confusion I could muster at the moment.

Dumbledore smiled at me.

"Because," he said mysteriously, "only the chosen few are allowed to."

Then why is he telling me this?

"The why are you telling me this, I couldn't possibly be a one of the chosen few?" I voiced my thoughts.

He laughed heartily.

I raised my eyebrows at that.

"My dear, you are one of the chosen few." He emphasized.

"You must be joking. I-I couldn't be!" I yelled. Why would he expect me to believe something like that?

He smiled. The twinkle in his eyes isback again.

End of Flashback

"Hermione dear, it is time for you to go."

A voice stopped my twirling. I looked up and realized that all the priestesses that are close to me along with my mentor, the High Priestess, were standing inside my room and had obviously witnessed my prior childish actions.

I blushed.

I heard a laugh from one of the priestesses. I searched for the culprit and saw that Cornelia, the youngest among the priestesses apart from me was muffling a giggle. I proceeded to glare at her.

I then saw that Elyanna, my mentor was approaching me. She smiled at me lovingly like a mother smiling at her child. She outstretched her arms and I looked down to find a cloak lying on her extended appendage.

I looked up at my teacher and found her motioning for me to take it. I turned my head back at the garment and slowly took it from her.

It was… beautiful. No other words could depict it. It was long and made of shimmering midnight blue velvety fabric, silver designs sewn at the bottom, and with a low hood to hide the face. The textile inside was silver in color and satin in variety.

"Is it for me?" I asked quietly still staring at the cloak in awe. I looked up again to see Elyanna nodding to me slowly.

I pulled on the cloak, tying the ribbon around my neck securely. I loved the softness of the material. I started inspecting it again, admiring it.

"It is time for you to go my dear." Elyanna said again.

I stopped my assessment and looked around to find the people around me with sad smiles on their faces. I could feel the tears welling up and I couldn't stop them this time.

A single tear was trickling down my face.

This was almost exactly how I felt when I left Hogwarts so many years ago.

Flashback

"Ginny, wake up, it's important." I whispered again. Honestly, the girl was harder to wake up than her brother and that was already a near impossible feat.

She slowly fluttered her eyelids open and stared up at me groggily, sleep still lacing her eyes.

As soon as she realized it was I though, her eyes immediately saddened. I felt a small ache in my heart at that, I had told Ginny and Ron what had happened as soon as I got back to the Common Room, and of course, Ron instantly threatened to kill Harry. Good thing it was sadness and not pity, if that's so, I don't think I would have been able to take it.

"What is it?" She whispered back careful not to wake the other fourth year girls.

Instead of answering I pulled her off her bed and guided her through the door, down the stairs and to the Common Room where Ron was already waiting for us.

"What the bloody hell is so important that you would drag me out of bed at four in the morning!" A grouchy Ron exclaimed.

"Ron shh… you might wake the other students." Chastised Ginny who had already understood that this was something important and worth getting up for.

"Screw them!"

A vein appeared on Ginny's head.

"Ron, Ginny," I said soothingly, trying to stop an oncoming fight and trying to reassure myself as well. It was already taking a lot out of me just to keep my tears in and a fight between the two Weasleys who were notorious for their temper might make me brake down,

"I'm leaving."

End of Flashback

That night was the last time I saw them. It was so sad; explaining to them that I was leaving was harder than I thought. Of course, I didn't tell them the whole truth. I just told them it was important and that I would most likely loose contact with them except for a few letters here and there. They accepted it though and were there when I left and hour and a half later.

I nodded and prepared to leave. My eyes gazed at everyone around one last time, my orbs stopping when they reached the mirror.

I smiled at my reflection.

I had certainly changed. Gone was my once trademark bushy hair and gone were my familiar brown eyes. Instead, they were replaced, and now, maybe my friends won't recognize me and only see me as a stranger. But I am no stranger. I am me, the real me.

I looked at my mentor once more before disappearing in a haze of blue lights, whispering a soft goodbye before the image of my room faded completely.

Goodbye

The women gathered looked at the spot where the young prodigy was last seen, her farewell still echoing throughout the room. Only a single teardrop on the floor was proof that the youthful priestess was ever there. Forever would they remember the sorceress and her haunting silver gaze.

Did you like it? Anyway, on with my notes that can help you understand this fic better.

AN1: In this fic, everything that happened in the fifth book ended somewhere in January. This is a bit AU considering that I made Harry and Hermione go out during fifth year. They start dating right after the escape of Dumbledore and the scene where Cho gets huffy because Harry defends Hermione.

AN2: I made Hermione a year younger than what JK said. In this fic, she is born on September 19, 1980 not 1979 making her younger than both Harry and Ron. Also, because JK said that person can't get her acceptance letter unless she is already 11 I made it so that Hermione was given a special test that she aced giving her the permission to start school already.

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