Summary: Hermione is torn from her home and thrown into a different planet! The new world is in turmoil. There are only a few countries that remain neutral.

A/N: Not much to say except for what's in the summary :-). The language of the aliens will be displayed in English, but Hermione cannot understand them. This story is based on a character from the series Harry Potter, Hermione Granger. She is extremely academic. My title is totally creative, huh? The title/chapter names may be cheesy, but they're the best I can do in the amount of time I am willing to spend coming up with titles.

Other World

Chapter One: Rollercoaster

"You know, little girl, you may think your magic is impressive, but we know magic far more powerful," the witch said with a cocky little smile. "Oh really? Like what kinds of magic?" Hermione said, obviously thinking this woman was a fool. "For example, I could send anyone to any time, place, or even other planets," she said. "I see..." Hermione said, raising her eyebrows and putting a rather snobby expression on her face. "How about this? I transport you there then just bring you back here..." the witch said. "No thank you. I don't want to be your magic cast on me today or ever," Hermione said. The witch got a sour expression on her face. Hermione started to grab her wand after she noticed her getting an intense look of concentration on her face. However, it was too late. After what felt like riding a rollercoaster on steroids, Hermione was plopped onto the ground somewhere she didn't recognize. She felt panic steadily rising in her.

She had no idea where she was. She could be in the middle of nowhere, no civilization for miles. Then she remembered she had her wand. She pulled it out and attempted a few communication spells that failed. Then she attempted to apparate, though she was underage. She was sure the Ministry would understand. However, all her attempts failed. She tried quite a few more simple spells. The summoning spell, conjuring flames, but none worked. She tried turning her hair pins into needles. Nothing worked. There's that panic again. If she could find civilization again, it would be fine. God, how can anyone be so careless? How can they expect to get away with this?

Then she realized she might not even be in England anymore. She could be in the muggle world. Hermione felt a headache coming on.

She seemed to be in some sort of wilderness. Trees here and there, though she didn't know what kind. There were also plants. She didn't recognize any of them. There was tall, thin blades of what resembled grass with a yellowish tinge all around her. The stuff was making her legs itch and went all the way up to her knees. She was trying to decide which direction to go in when she heard voices. Voices she couldn't understand. They were whispering.

"Did you hear something," one man said to another man. The other man looked quickly towards the direction of the noise. Startled, he noticed a young girl coming towards them at a rather rapid pace. Her mouth was turned up at both sides and she was waving her hand around in the air.

"Hello! I'm glad I found some people out here. Silly me, I just got lost taking a walk. I get rather dazed in thought when I'm walking. Would you mind taking me back to town?" She said. One of the soldiers looked at the other and the other took out some kind of weapon.

"Speak Gretli, girl!"

Hermione realized they didn't speak her language or any that she knew or recognized. How frustrating. She tried to communicate using her hands, but they didn't seem to get.

"What should we do with her?" said one man. "I don't know...maybe she's trying to get out of the battle too...we could take her with us," the other said. "What if she's dangerous?" one said. The other shrugged. "Well, maybe we should just leave her..."

The men walked slowly away from her, one with his weapon still pointed at her.

Perhaps it isn't such a good idea to approach the people around here. At least until I find a community. Whew, my knees are still shaking...

Hermione decided to head in the direction that the two men were. Very cautiously, of course. By the time she reached the edge of the woods they went into, they were out of sight. It was unpleasant, hot, humid, and, worst of all, filled with bugs. There were these yellow ones that kept leaping on her legs, biting them, then retreating. They were too fast for her to kill. Hermione noticed some of the bushes looked like they had been trampled. She decided to go that way; hopefully those people were leading her to a community of some kind.

Somewhere in her mind, Hermione expected to find a city in around 20 minutes. But it didn't happen in 20 minutes. It didn't happen in an hour. She was really worried, not to mention tired, in 2 hours. The longer she went, the more nervous she became.

What am I going to eat?

Where am I going to sleep?

What if there is something dangerous in this place?

What if there is someone dangerous in this place?

For a few minutes, she'd concentrate on looking around for any signs of a town. Then she'd get feel that horrible dread in her stomach creeping it's way up to her chest.

Where am I?