Chapter One

-I own nothing but the plot...and my name...-

It seemed just like yesterday to Hermione. The big castle with ghosts floating about, rushing down to potions before Snape deducted points, and watching Quidditch while cheering on your house.

But that was nearly 3 months ago.

It was almost September, and usually Hermione would be at the Weasleys with Harry. Today they would have gone to Diagon Alley to pick up all there school supplies, but all that had changed... when Lord Voldemort had returned.

The first month of summer holiday, (well if you could call all the deaths and hiding holidays), Hermione and Harry went back to the Burrow with Ron. There was still one thing left in this world Voldemort couldn't get rid of - love. Thats why they were going back to Ron's for Fleur's and Bill's Wedding. It went rather smoothly, the wedding did, Bill looked better. Like he actually had a face, even though he had big scars and stiches, and missing his top lip. Fleur didn't seem to care that he looked like the next Frankenstine, she was dilighted when he slipped the ring on her fingure.

The next month they spent at the Dursley's. Harry had to explain everything to his aunt and uncle, and stayed there for his 17th birthday, just as Dumbledore had asked. When that was done Harry had packed all his things togther that he needed, and they all headed out.

It had been a week since then, every night they would settle down in an Inn, and leave early, for Godrics hollow. After asking for directions a frew hours ago, They now new they were about 2 days away.

"Its hard to belive that it's already been 2 almost 3 months since...well since Hogwarts." Hermione said quietly.

Harry said nothing and just kept moving forward.

"Hey mate, once we get to the house we should play some chess, relax a bit." Ron said uncertianly.

"Play chess? Thats all you can think of at a time like this! CHESS?" Harry said turning around.

Ron looked shocked "Sorry mate... I didn't mean to upset you."

Harry sighed, as Hermione looked at the ground. "No, I'm sorry. Chess sounds good Ron." And once again their was silence.

Silence. There was a lot of that. Harry never spoke and looked grim, Ron would once and a while do small talk. And Hermione would not speak unless spoken too, unless the silence became unbearable.

The day started and ended in silence. Soon it became dark and Ron sugested they stop at the nearest town for the night.

All agreed and soon headed into the nearest inn. Hermione got her own room, and the boys shared one.

"Good Night Hermione." Ron said giving her a tight hug.

Harry Walked up to her and hugged her as well not saying a word. Sighing, Hermione walked into the small run down room.

The Curtins were ragged and ripped, The bed sheets looked as if they hadn't been wahsed in months, there was a small table with missing legs, and a chair that looked very uncomfortable. Behind a brown plastic curtin, was a toilet, a shower, and a sink.

Hermione looked very disgusted, she knew that this was the closest inn in miles.

She wasn't feeling tired, so she walked outside her room, and listened to the room beside her. There were various snores, Harry and Ron must have already be asleep.

Hermione made her way down the crickety staircase and out the front door. She looked at the sky as raindrops fell on her face. Hermione closed her eyes, letting the rain take away her worries and problems. Her brown hair clung to her face. She sighed a deep sigh not having a worry in the world.

Little did Hermione know that some one was watching her from the shadows with a smirk on his pale face.

-Well that the first chapter of my fanfic, i'll update as soon as possible! please R&R!-