Prologue

She woke up slowly, feeling the sunlight penetrating her skin, she stretched. She knew she still had time, her alarm clock hadn't ringed. For this reason she got up from her bed and got her flip flops and leaving her bedroom she went towards the bathroom. Without hurry she took of her clothes and ignoring the mirror she got under the shower, the water woke her up completely. She looked around, and concluded that she needed a bigger place. Maybe somewhere more comfortable, everything there was just simple and small. It wasn't that she didn't like it… She was proud of it. She won all of that working hard, and still… She knew she deserved something better than that apartment that only had two rooms. And a better neighborhood. She didn't spent one night there without hearing gun shots, people shouting or children crying. She didn't even have a good car; it was too awful, even if compared with the other cars in the neighborhood – even if most of them were stolen – but still. Giving a soft sigh she looked in the mirror. For a respectful lawyer not even her clothes were up to her. She was wearing an old suit – which she took care of it, for all those years – and that didn't show any part of her body. Even she had real doubts about her curves when she looked at that suit. Unfortunately it was that one or she would go naked. Her two others were at the dry cleaner. Her shoes were pretty; however someone had given them to her. But they always attracted attention. At least they took off the attention from her bushy hair. Impatient she made a practical bun. She went to her kitchen/living room and began preparing breakfast. Two toasters and a big and nice cup of coffee. She did have food to prepare, but she was always lazy to prepare something better to eat.

When she thought it was a right time to go to work, she got her keys and began facing the bad traffic in New York. Maybe her mother was right when she talked that the city was not a good place to live. At least not honestly, she added in her thoughts. She was an outstanding lawyer, and worked in a great company. And even though she was surrounded by good lawyers, she knew she was the best. Some circumstances however, they prevented her from getting a better post. Those like envy. She had talent, more than talent when the subject was justice; she practically knew all the laws and nobody won her in the court room. That and her incomparable beauty only caused greed. The envy was so much that many cheated her, and before she knew she was working still in the same small and windowless room. If it wasn't just for that, there were also hate and the ego of the men that prevented her from being where she was supposed to be. She could count on her fingers all the times that they tried to seduce her for promotion. She had had many bosses and superiors that had told her that if she spent one night (or maybe more) with them she would definitely get a promotion. She never cared about them, always acting arrogantly around them when she realized they were doing this kind of proposal. It was like they were bruising her ego, and when she was able to show that she was good in what she was doing they always had a way of boycott her things and she had to start back from zero.

She finally got to her company. It was an huge building, seventy two floors, the last two being only one office, the president's office. She parked her car in the big building garage and went to the elevator. Ground floor. It was there that she worked.

She passed in front of the big portrait of the president on the company in the front of the building. Someone who passed through the front doors and didn't notice it would be blind. It went from the floor until the ceiling and it was the size of the wall where it stood. There was nothing in front of it to block the view. It was an huge portrait of his face. It was hard to believe that a twenty-eight years man was really the majority president of the company. Some thought that he was because he had an unimaginable amount of money and had contacts, or maybe because he was infinitivally magnificent. His black hair perfectly arranged mixing with his meticulously perfect face, that went with his green eyes so deep made any woman won her day just because they looked at the portrait. That because many of them, including her, had never seen him. Not live since the fact that he was able to find in at least five magazines per month, in all of them with different women. Even though that the ones who did go out with him – only those who worked higher in the company – said that he was arrogant and cold, not only in work but in the relationship too, they were always in love with him. She however never met him. She worked for eight years in the same company and never even had met with him once. Maybe it was because they used different elevators and in the garage the place was divided between the ordinary cars and the foreigners. Or maybe it was fate. Either way, the fact was that she didn't even know the sound of his voice.

Leaving the thoughts aside she entered her office. A little room that looked more like a broom closet, maybe smaller. It was there that she worked. The first thing she did was turn on the cheap ventilator that stood on top of the metal stand. She didn't walk more than one step to get to her table. She sat uncomfortably in her chair and waited for the ventilator to work and refresh the hot air in the room. Five minutes later she was focused in her work. There were so many papers there that she lost herself in it. She didn't mind, she had a case that afternoon and she needed all to be done well. She would sue a food industry.

Correction, a famous food industry. She already had prepared all her moralization about the case, but still there were missing some details, that because of the night security she wasn't able to finish in the previous night. When it was lunch time she was already sweating a lot, but she was finally done. Now she just had to have lunch and wait until two o'clock. Hearing time. She left the room and locked. She didn't want anyone to pry into this case. If she wasn't wrong this would be the one to make her leave the ground floor and go to at least some level above the building's kitchen. When she was walking down the building 'stairs a hot and rough hand touched her shoulder. Confused she looked back.

"Hermione! I was calling you for ages; I even thought it wasn't you." The man was tall and his hair was black. He wore strange clothes. He had a big smile that showed all his bright and lined teeth. And even though he was a little bit attractive she was sure she had never seen him before.

"I'm sorry, but I think you are wrong." She said turning away from him and resuming walking. But soon he was in front of her.

"What are you talking about? I know it's been a long time, but we studied together. For seven years." He observed her confused expression and continued. "I'm Dean Thomas, remember?" She knew she had studied with a Dean in her high school, but it hadn't been for seven years, and he was blonde at the time.

"I'm sorry again, but I really believe you got the wrong person." She said trying to get away from him.

"C'mon Hermione, you've changed a lot. You don't have your large teeth and you aren't skinny anymore, or you don't even have your bushy hair like in a long time ago, but I haven't changed much. I just a little bit taller." He opened his smile. She however wasn't happy at all. She had never been like that, and he had no right to say those things to her. Her name wasn't even Hermione.

"Look, I don't know who you are and I'm not this Hermione girl you are talking about. So could you please let me go have lunch?" She pointed her finger to his chest and walked away. She went to a nearby restaurant. When she looked back she saw an extremely confused man standing in the middle of the sidewalk. "Freak." She murmured.

A quarter to two. Hermione tried to stay calm in the other side of the court, but it was impossible. She was saying her prayers in her head and her questions to the accused. Some people that were passing in the corridor were getting frightened when they saw her murmuring some unintelligible words and watching the ceiling. She looked everywhere. No signs of her clients. She sighed.

Maybe it wasn't time yet for her to get a better position in the company. Nervous she kicked a trash can. The noise made some people jump in their places scared. Eight years! Eight years in that same company, in the same room she had began in her first year and she didn't even know something after the second floor. The light began to fail. She sighed again. She got away from it and it began to work perfectly. She sited again and looked at her watch. Ten to two.

Her mother was right. She should have been a decorator. In that time everything was different. Her life was so ruled and right, with so many routines. Her childhood had been just like as any other, she played, and she had had friends and played a little more. Her adolescence had been more than normal. She never had problems with boyfriends, since she remembered she had only had one. Normal too. And become a decorator had always been the dream of her mother since she remembered. She never knew how she decided to drop college and become a lawyer. She always remembered that week. It was like all of her life she was numb. She never had any strong experiences, such as change, new friends or boyfriends. Her life had been perfect, and in that week something awoke inside her. Why would she be graduating in decoration if there were so many things outside that small town? Just because her mother wanted? She didn't know what hit her, but she felt as if she never really lived until that moment. So, ignoring her mother's warnings, with twenty years she dropped college, friends, family and the boyfriend and moved to the big city. To live like a grown up.

She snorted angry. And after eight years she still was in the same place. She heard rushed steps coming from the end of the corridor and when she looked she became relieved. There were her clients. John and Trisha. John had gray hair, he was solemn, had a bulging tummy and he limped. He was holding Trisha's arm, the blond and skinny girl was infuriated with her father's attitude.

"I'm sorry we are late, but Trisha wanted to show me how could she is in the wheel." He grumbled. Trisha was red.

"There's no problem. We weren't even called yet." She answered in the nicest voice she got. They hadn't been called yet, but she wanted to tell them what to say before they went in. And now they didn't have time. The case wasn't this big; anyone would win when the client affirms – with witnesses – that because of one of the security dogs he almost lost one of his right leg. Difficult was when there were no witnesses and it was completely inexplicable what was John doing at two a.m. trying to get inside the company. When the case got to her desk she thought about not taking it. But John went to her begging for her to take it since no other lawyer had accepted – which was one of the reasons she did – however, when she asked him why he was invading the company at that time, he told her about a series of criminal connections that had inside the company. He went to one of the meetings, since he was part of this. But he went there to get out of it, because it was getting more and more dangerous. And just like any kind of organization and mafia, once inside, inside until death. And that's what the dog wanted to do. Unfortunately, a new security guards saw it and saved John. It isn't needed to say that he was fired in the next morning. She took this as a challenge; if she was able to get enough proof and win that case she would definitely get a promotion. It wasn't every lawyer that would be able to sue a company like that and win the case. That's the reason why she had worked a lot in it. A voice inside the court room said her name, she breathed deeply.

"Rachel Chase."

It was now or never.

Hi guys!

I know my fic is really... confuse! (haha) But, in time, you will find it different. You're must be wondering: Who the hell is Rachel Chase, and what she is doing in the muggle world (being a lawyer), right?
Calm down, she is Hermione Granger, and not Rachel Chase, and she's not a muggle! But this is all I can say to you right now.
In time all this will be explained.

Well... if you like it, leave me a review, if you don't... just leave me a review anyway. Hahahaha.

But, I hope you enjoyed it

Thanks and kisses.

*Traslated by: /u/931865/Bea_Mendes