A/N: This idea just popped into my head while I was working on the third chapter of 'Forward to Time Past' and I couldn't get it out. I'm just toying around, so let me know if you like the idea. If you guys don't like it, then I won't continue on with it. But if you do, then I will. I do plan on continuing 'Forward to Time Past' and I want to thank everyone that has reviewed or added the story/me to their favorites. It really means alot. Also, I would like to know what you guys would like to see happen in 'Forward to Time Past' as well as this story. I want to try and incorporate some of the things that you guys want, if it works into the plot.
Summary: A threat to her life and well being sends Hermione fleeing into Muggle America with Sirius as her protector.
They waited with baited breath in the confined space. She could feel his chest rising and falling against hers from the exertion of running. If she listened closely, she could here the sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs and she prayed to whatever god may be listening that the Death Eaters didn't find them. Her body was tense with tension and she could feel her heart about to beat out of her chest. She truly couldn't believe that the Death Eaters had found them. They were supposed to be safe there, away from direct conflict in the War. They were supposed to be able to help the Order without direct danger. They weren't supposed to be hiding in a closet waiting for, what she was sure was, imminent death.
There was a pop not far from they were and she jumped even further into her protectors arms. She buried her head in his chest hoping to block out the reality of what was happening. She heard the door open but kept her eyes closed. She didn't want to see the man that had found them, knowing that she wouldn't be able to recognize him through his mask. She waited for the shout telling his comrades that he had found the mark, but it didn't come. Instead, the door was shut.
"All clear."
A/N 2: I really need a beta, so if you are interested just let me know.