Chapter 1

Hermione POV

I I had been stolen from my family, and many of my friends... and it had started out as such a lovely summer...

"Rosie, it feels like I haven't seen you in years!" Rosabelle Evangeline Mason was my best friend in primary school, and we had kept in touch, it was a shame that I only saw her in the school holidays, but we savoured every moment we had together.
"'Mione, how's your school been?" She knew I went to boarding school, but I didn't want her knowing about magic, so I kept that from her, and made up a name for my school.
"Oh, you know, the same. Rosabelle, do you think we'll see each other much these holidays?"
"God, I hope so! Hence why I'm crashing at yours this whole week!" A whole week without practising my magic – bliss! Not that I didn't love magic... I just got a bit stressed with it sometimes...
"Oh my god! Seriously?"
"Yes, of course, why else would I have these huge bags with me?" I produced 2 full holdalls from next to the doorway, both contained normal, muggle things, like clothes, music, make-up and DVDs, oh, and of course, some books.
"Oh, well you'd better come in then!" Wait, my mum does know, doesn't she?"
"Yeah, my mum cleared it with her, but she wanted it to be a surprise for you."

The first 5 days of that week went so well, and could easily have been described as the best in my life. It all went wrong, however, on Saturday the 31st of July, When Rosabelle and I were on our way back from the cinema... in retrospect, I should have at least taken my wand for protection.

Rosie and I were walking out of the cinema and it was really late, rose's mum would have picked us up, but she had to work that evening, and besides, Rosabelle only lived about a mile away from the cinema. I could have sworn I saw a familiar face in the bush, but I dismissed it quickly and caught up with Rosie.

"Great film, huh?"
"Yeah, Hermione. I loved every second of it."

I could have sworn that Rosie was gonna say something else, but obviously she wasn't, so we started walking in silence. A few minutes later, I heard some footsteps, and in front of me, I saw a something that I wasn't prepared to see.

"Well, what a surprise for you to see me here, Granger." It was a deatheater, wearing a mask.
"What do you want?"
"The Dark Lord wants you."
"Who's the dark lord?"
"Stay out of it, Rosie."
"On the contrary, I think you'll find that both you and your muggle friend here are urgently required..."
"Hermione, I don't like where this conversation is going..."
"Rosabelle, run, you probably won't get very far, but run, it's worth a shot." I whispered into her ear, and without hesitation she shot off in the opposite direction.

Unfortunately, another death eater appeared and grabbed her before she went too far. I received a sharp pain in my head, and blacked out

And that's how I got into some crazy dude's dungeon, but I was stuck there with someone I would never have wanted to be with if I had a choice.

I woke up, sat in the corner of a room made of brick, with no windows, a dirt floor, a dirty toilet, a sink covered in broken glass, a pile of blankets on the floor, some plastic tumblers scattered about the floor, and other, extremely random objects scattered about. But what was most obvious to me was Rosabelle lying passed out next to me, and a blonde person sat opposite me. I wanted to know if he or she was alright, so I started up a conversation.

"Excuse me..." I said, hoping to catch his attention. I did, and he lifted his head, revealing to be someone I didn't expect to see. "Draco? What are you doing here?"
"It's a long story, mudblood."
"Draco, why are you here?"
"I'm not telling a mudblood."
"Draco."
"Fine, Granger. Father going to prison made my mother and I rethink things, and too make sure she stays true to the lord, and to convince me to join the deatheaters... well, mudblood, here I am."
"Oh..." Rosie started to wake up "Oh, no... In front of Rosie, you can't mention anything to do with Hogwarts or magic, she's a muggle."
"Like that'll make a difference." He scoffed.

I scrambled over to Rosabelle, and I gently woke her.

"Rosie!"
"'Mione, where are we?" She said as she took a look at our surroundings.
"If we knew that, we either wouldn't be in this mess, or we would be one step closer to escape, now wouldn't we?" Draco butted in.
"Hermione, we, and this random boy, have to get out of here."
"Unfortunately, he isn't just a random boy... Rosabelle Evangeline Mason, meet -"
"Draco Malfoy."
"Draco, don't butt in like that."
"What is he? An Ex-Boyfriend or something?"
"No, I have the pleasure of going to school with him..."
"And I would never date a Mu-" I coughed "A girl with mousy hair."
"What about a fellow blondie?"
"No, I have a vey... specific... type."

She looked a little disappointed, so she sulked off into the opposite corner, leaving me alone with Draco... great(!_)

"Believe it or not, this is a luxury room, mudblood, and if I didn't have to be stuck with you, I wouldn't be."
"We finally agree on something then."
"Good, then go back to a muggle school, with your boring muggle friends and parents,"
"No, Draco. And you really need to see past the prejudice your family has for mudbloods and muggles."
"Whatever, Granger, I'm not going to listen to you."

After that, I went over to Rosabelle, and I explained to her that Draco wasn't exactly the best person to be with, so we had a nice little chat, whilst trying, and failing, to keep our spirits up, before I remembered that Draco was a wizard, so I excused myself, went over to him, and quietly asked,

"Draco, do you have your wand?"
"That's a stupid question, even for a mudblood, Granger, surely you must know that I wouldn't be here if I had it."
"Oh, sorry. But... I'm just curious, why are we here?"
"Don't ask me, Granger, but it's just us here, Potter and Weasley aren't here."
"Like I believe that, you're probably lying to me, anyway."
"Not today, mudblood."
"Cut the flirting, Malfoy."

I walked away, grabbing a blanket, and sat where I had woken up. I had a feeling I would be stuck there with Rosie and Malfoy for a while, so I decided to sit in the opposite corner to him, and give him the death stare, it was probably his fault that I was here, but I knew that it was no big deal, and expected Dumbledore to apparate in at any second to save us. Then, of course, I realised that he couldn't for two reasons, the first reason was Rosabelle, she was a muggle, and muggles aren't allowed to know about magic, unless of course they have a special little child who is a witch or wizard; the second reason was that the deatheaters had probably done some sort of charm to prevent people apparating or disapparating here, so even if he knew where we were, he couldn't do a thing about it.

Then Rosabelle got bored, and moved over to Draco, who simply shuffled away from her. That stupid, selfish pureblood and his whole muggle hating family, they always thought they were so much better than everyone else, and they were very wrong.

A few minutes later, I heard a voice from outside the dungeon speak the door unlocking charm, alohomora, which I studied vigorously before I joined Hogwarts, so I stood up, and I walked over to Rosabelle, grabbing her hand tightly. Draco moved to in front of us.

A few seconds later, 3 deatheaters entered, holding their wands, so obviously, Rosabelle asked me, in a hushed voice,

"Hermione, why are they pointing sticks at us?"
I replied, "Look, there's no time to explain now, Rosie, I might tell you later, go along with it for now, though."

She nodded, then the deatheaters gestured for us to leave the room, Draco went first, Rosie went second, then I followed on at the end. A deatheater lead us, whilst one went at the back, and one remained at the cell's door.

A minute or so later, we arrived in a large, dark hall, basically, it was like an evil version of the Great Hall at Hogwarts, and it was far smaller.

There, we were greeted by someone else I was not expecting to see.

"Ah, Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy and Miss – I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name..." voldemort said, while looking at all three of us.
"Rosabelle Evangeline Mason."
"Tell me, Miss Mason, what is your blood status?" he asked her, I had a feeling I was going to answer that one.
"She's a muggle, Voldemort." I used his name when I butted in, because it was my firm belief that fear of a name only increased fear of the thing itself, and I wasn't too scared of him.
"Miss Granger, this conversation was between your friend Rosabelle Evangeline Mason and I, and unless you wish to befall a worse fate upon yourself, then I suggest that in my company you only speak when spoken to. Moreover, you must be incredibly stupid or incredibly foolish, even for a mudblood, because you dare to call me by my name."
"Voldemort is not your real name, though, so I'm not calling you by your name."
Voldemort ignored my comment, and continued on to Draco. "Mr Malfoy, why won't you see reason and join me? I have a good spot open which you can easily fill now that your father, and some of my other best death eaters have gone to Azkaban, and I suspect that you could quite easily fill one of those positions."
"No."
"Why ever not, Draco?"
"Because of you. Our family was fine before you came along, and now my family's good reputation is gone, and it's your fault. I will make sure my family never makes that mistake again." I thought he was a liar for saying that.
"Well, Draco, if you insist, I'll just let you rot with the mudblood and the muggle." He turned to the deatheaters who bought us in. "Take them back."

We went out in the same order, and we were quickly back in the cell. Except this time there were three little bowls of watery soup in there. With no spoons. Great (!)

"Hermione, what's going on? You told me that you'd tell me what's going on, and it's just.... please, and what are muggles and Mudbloods and Azkaban and Deatheaters?"
"You are a Muggle, Rosie, but that's probably all I can tell you."
"'Mione, please tell me."
"She's a muggle, Mudblood, you can't tell her." Draco butted in
"I know, Draco, and don't call me a mudblood, just because I'm muggleborn doesn't make you better than me, or her." I said that a little too loud...
"Okay, seriously freaked out here. Please tell me."
"I suppose... Well, when we get out of here, Dumbledore will probably erase your memory anyway... You have to promise not to talk about it to any of those guys, though."
"Fine, whatever, just tell me."
"Are you sure about this, Granger?"
"Yes, Malfoy, now shut up."
"Draco and I go to the same boarding school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, when, if ever, we go back to school, we will be in our 6
th year there. Dumbledore is the headmaster there, and in our first year we were sorted into four different houses, Draco and I are in different houses. My best friends there are Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter, We've had a lot of adventures together, mainly because of that ugly guy, Voldemort, who killed his parents, and gave him this horrid magical scar on his forehead. Oh, and they were sort of sticks that the deatheaters, they're Voldemort's followers by the way, had, they're wands, Draco and I both have them, but I left mine at Ron's house, I went to his before I came to yours."
"Are you joking?"

Yes, Rosie thought I was joking. Not that I could blame her, when I got my letter for Hogwarts, I thought it was a practical joke. Not that I could blame her. Well, that brings you pretty much up to date. Oh, except for the arrival of four rather odd people...

We had been there a few hours, and we had not touched the soup. We were all sat in our corners again. Then I heard the all too familiar door opening spell again and I grabbed Rosabelle's hand again, only to find that it wasn't really necessary. There were about 10 deatheaters there, holding four bodies, which looked like petrificus totalus had been cast on them, but I wasn't certain. There appeared to be 3 girls and 1 boy, I didn't really look at them.

"The Dark Lord has decided that your luxurious cell is far too big for just the three of you. So, he allowed these four the privilege of sharing a cell with you." One of them said, before the four bodies were dumped in the room, a few of the deatheaters then reversed the spell on the four bodies and closed the door.

Rosabelle and I rushed over to the people, whilst Draco just sat back in the corner, as if nothing happened. It was then that we noticed how they all had the same pale skin, and how one of the girls had a slight resemblance to Draco. Then I noticed how much the boy looked like Cedric, but I decided that those were both coincidences.

No more than a moment later, the spells on them fully wore off, and they sat upright faster than I would have expected, and as if we weren't there, the blondie said,

"Come on, then, let's walk out of here. Nothing stopping us."
"No, Rosie, if we do that I see bad things happening to everyone else." A pixie 0- like girl replied.
"Then we will wait." Said the boy, who by now I realised had a more than striking resemblance for Cedric, hence why it just slipped out...
"Cedric?" Mind, it was barely a whisper, and I wouldn't have thought that anyone could have heard it, but those four did.
"Who is Cedric?" The Cedric-a-like asked me.
"A boy that went to my school who looks like you, he died about 2 years ago..."
"Oh... um... I... you see... uh... well... I'm Edward Anthony Masen Swan Cullen, and you are?"
"Hermione Jean Granger."
"Draco Malfoy."
"Rosabelle Evangeline Mason."
"Rosalie Lillian Hale McCarty Cullen."
"Mary Alice Brandon Hale Whitlock Cullen, but I go by Alice. Oh, and some of us have a lot of surnames, I have 4. Some of you already know me, duh."
"I'm Isabella Marie Swan Cullen, but I go by Bella."
"Oh... are you all siblings or something?" I said, noticing that they all had similar, American accents.
"Sort of, we're foster siblings, and we're married to each other, for example Edward is married to Bella." Alice replied.
"Rosie?" I said whilst turning to Rosie.
"What?" Replied both Rosabelle and Rosalie.
"Sorry, I was talking to my best friend."
"This is going to get confusing." Rosabelle said.
"Oh, I suppose it doesn't matter." I turned to the Cullens and the Hale, and said, "tell me, do you know what a muggle is?"
"No, we don't." Bella replied.
"I do... and so does Rose..." Edward said.
"How do you know?"
"You did know me before, Hermione, and you were right to call me Cedric. And Draco, I think you might find Rosalie is familiar to you." He said in Cedric's accent. That caught Draco's attention, so he got up, and took a closer look at Rosalie.
"No, no you can't be. You can't be her. She is dead."
"Yes, I am cousin, Destaline Trillanax Malfoy, Draco, but it's a complicated affair, I barely remember it myself." She said, in an English Accent.
"No, My cousin was killed be Avarda Kedavra 2 years ago."
"That's what Avarda Kedavra does, cousin. It created the impression of death, whilst the sufferer has to endure 3 days of solid pain. We can also bite people to turn them, that's basically what happened with Alice and Bella."
"Then why did you change your names?"
"We were also privileged with a second identity, it's complicated, but it's like we're two people at once, but we chose to use those identities. I miss being Cedric, Hermione, but I've moved on, and the best thing for everyone is if I stayed dead."
"No. It's not. Cho Chang, remember her? She was devastated, Your Father hasn't got over your death, Harry feels far more than a little guilty for your death, and the entirety of Hogwarts took a long time to recover."
"Cho? Who is Cho, Edward? You never mentioned a Cho." Bella asked.
"Um... she was my girlfriend back at Hogwarts, honey."
"Well, if ever Nessie gets word of daddy's ex-girlfriend, I'll tell her all about your time as an English wizard."
"Bella, Renesmee doesn't need to know anything about my other life. I've moved on, and the easiest thing for everyone else is if they did it too."
"Who is Nessie, and Renesmee?"
"Bella and Edward's daughter, a half vampire."
"Vampire? Is that what you are?" Rosabelle asked.
"Yes, and before you lot complain, the best vision I get is of when I tell them. Besides, they know mythological creatures exist, obviously."
"Hermione's thinking about Centaurs and werewolves."
"Proper ones or our sort?"
"I think proper ones. Tell me, no, actually just think about these werewolves and other creatures that you know of, and that includes you, Draco, stop thinking about... thank you." He paused a moment. "Pixies, proper werewolves, imps, Hippogriffs, Thestrals and so much more."
"Sounds about right, Diggory."
"It's Cullen now."
"Whatever." He scoffed.
"Do you still have your wands?" I asked
"No, we told you, we left those lives behind, and besides, the four of us can escape any time that we wish to."
"Then why don't you, Destaline?"
"Because Alice's visions told us that it was best. See, some of us have extra powers, Bella can shield things mentally, Edward reads minds, Nessie projects thoughts and Alice sees the future."
"Oh..."

After that there were a few awkward moments of silence, and the four vampires wrapping us all up tightly in the blankets.

And that brings you, basically, up to date with what has happened to me and my friend, and my enemy.


Well, this is literally all I have on this story so far, but I''ll update as soon as I've written the next one