A/N: hey there I'm starting a new story…

Summary: Ever since she can remmber, sixteen-year-old Hermione has been plagued by the same terrifying nightmare and an overwhelming fear of water. After almosting drowing at a pool party she flees to the safety of her father house for the summer. But Hermione's problems only intensify as she stumbles into a series of strange connections linking herself to a girl who lived in that cliffside house nearly a century before. Then the eerie coincidences start to form a dangerous pattern, and Hermione finds herself haunted by visions that feel more like memoriesmemories of a time before she was even born!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters, if you ever read dreadful sorry I'm going to combine the two so I don't own the plot either…

Fall to Pieces

Chapter one

.:Lost:.

I know its impossible, but I'm floating down the hall. The emptiness echoes, the walls press close. I'm drifting along like a ghost in the dark, past closed doors on both sides. My feet skim the floor. I know I am heading for the room at the end of the hall, but why? I know someone waiting. but who?

All around the hall there's a hum. A buzz like the menace of thousand of bees.

And out of the hum comes a man's deep rumble, right through the door at the end of the hall. I'll just stretch out my hand-reach for the knob-but wait, what's that?

A high, keening cry. And a trickle of red seeps under the door.

Then a wind rushes out, and I'm cold. I must get away, but the walls press close and my legs pump air and the buzzing is a cacophony…

Somehow I find a staircase. I use to banister to pull my weightless self down. At the bottom of the stairs a mirror shimmers in the moonlight. And there's my face in the mirror, but no not exactly mine. It is someone else, and she is smiling. There is no escape now. After all.

"Hermione, wake up." At the sound of her friend Ginny voice, Hermione eyes flew open. She lay sideways in bed, sheets and pillows all askew. Her muscles were tense from trying to fight her way out of the dream.

"Look dawdling in bed isn't going to help." Ginny said impatiently. "You got to pull yourself together." Her frown changed to a look of concern as she saw Hermione's face. "Are you sick? What is it?"

Hermione unclenched her fists in the sheets and struggled to sit up. "Nightmare city."

"Another bad dream" her friends frown was back.

"Same old, same old." But hadn't something been different this time? Hermione pushed her curly brown hair off of her face and glanced at the clock. "Oh, no." She dragged herself out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. "I'll be down in a sec."

She turned the cold tap on and bent over the sink. Grabbing a washcloth, she scrubbed her face hard. As usual after the dream, she felt queasy and guilty and soiled.

Then she brushed her hair, peering into the mirror. How was she supposed to go class looking like such a wreck? She was horrible pale. Maybe some blush?

Then it happened. For just a second, the silvery glass seemed fluid, changed, shimmering as it did in the dream. Hermione shook her head groggily.

She opened the small tube of red gel, pressed a dab onto her cheekbones, the mirror shimmered-glimmered- again, and the girl looking back was not Hermione but someone quite other.

Hermione froze, fingertip poised at her cheek. This can't be happening.

The face in the mirror gazed back with dark eyes. The hair, was much lighter then Hermione's. The cheeks redder.

It must be a trick of light.

Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and slapped both hands against the mirror. Wake up, idiot! She felt cold all over, just as she had in the dream, and it was a full minute before she dared look in the mirror again.

What she saw, of course , was her own pale face, and a thin smear of read across the silvered surface of the glass.

"Hey, your going to be late if you don't hurry up. " Ginny called. "Are you dressed yet?"

"Almost," Hermione called back. She shook her head ruefully at her reflection, reached for her washcloth and wiped off the gel.

Hermione hurried back to her bedroom and pulled on her school uniform. She twisted her long hair automatically into a single braid. She left the bed unmade.

Hermione swung the backpack into her shoulder and moved reluctantly down the stairs.

A/N: that's it for now please review !