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Hermione

The faces looking at me were a mix of shock, horror, and disbelief. Then there were those few faces of pleasure. Among those were Clarisse, the big girl, Annabeth, the smart one, and a few others who lived in the same cabin as Clarisse. I looked at the glowing sign above my head. I recognized it from a book I'd once read. The sign of Hades, Greek god of the Underworld. But why was it above my head? I had only just arrived earlier today. They had been talking about Greek gods the whole time I'd been there. They were talking about them as if they were real. They even had a cabin for every god at this strange summer camp. They called it Camp Half-Blood. I thought it was strange to use a wizard term for a summer camp name. These people here in America were clearly not wizards, though there was something different about them. I couldn't put my finger on it, which bothered me very much. I hate it when I can't figure out things. I'm usually good at it.

The wise centaur whom I had been speaking to earlier cleared his throat.

"Well. I present to you, Hermione Granger, daughter of Hades," he said. Annabeth smiled smugly from behind him. Ever since I corrected her when I first arrived, she had disliked me. I think she felt intimidated by me. I could tell that she was used to being the smartest around. She was in the Athena cabin, meaning she was the daughter of the wisdom goddess? I didn't know if I believed the whole Greek god stuff. If it were true, I thought I would be the daughter of Athena, not Hades. I could tell Annabeth was glad I wasn't one of her half-siblings, if it were true. I still had doubts.

The faces of the campers remained a little shocked as they knelt before me. It was weird, having people bow in front of me. I glanced at Harry and Ron, who were standing behind the campers. We were all standing around a large bonfire. Ron only shrugged, and Harry gave me a sympathetic look. We had had no idea we'd end up where we were the evening before…

We were already planning on not going to Hogwarts for our 7th year. We were going to look for horcruxes in order to find a way to defeat Voldemort. Harry and I were at the Weasley's house, preparing for Bill Weasley and Fleur's wedding. It was a very lovely wedding, until it wasn't. Just before the Death Eaters came, we were warned that the Minister of Magic was dead. Harry, Ron, and I apparated to a dark alleyway. Turns out, we apparated to a different continent. I had never been to America before, so I didn't know why I took us there. It must have been something in my subconscious. We looked around frantically. Luckily, no Death Eaters had traced us yet. I quickly reached into my bag, which I had put an extension charm on, and pulled out some clothes. We changed into more suitable clothes and started walking.

"Where are we, Hermione?" Ron had asked.

"I... don't know," I had responded quietly. "It's strange. Can one subconsciously choose a place to apparate to?"

"Don't ask us. You're the smart one," Ron said. Harry nodded in agreement. I had rolled my eyes. We walked into a restaurant that had a sign that announced it was open 24/7. It was pretty full. Harry, Ron, and I took a seat in a small booth. I had glanced at the clock on the wall. It had read: 6:13. That was weird. It had just been 11:50 p.m. at the wedding. I was certain it wasn't 6 o'clock in morning, so it must've been 6 in the evening.

"Did we go back in time?" Harry asked.

"Not that I'm aware," I replied. "We must have apparated into a different time zone. I suppose you could say we went back in time."

"Where are we then?" Ron demanded. Before I was able to respond, a waiter approached the table. She spoke in an American accent.

"What can I get for you?" she asked. Ron and Harry didn't speak.

"Can we have a moment to look over the menu?" I said.

"Of course," she had smiled. Harry, Ron, and I decided to go with sandwiches.

"They'll be out in just a moment." The waiter walked away.

"Are we in America?" Harry asked.

"It would appear so. When she returns, I'll ask her where we are," I said.

"And she won't find that odd?" Ron questioned.

"I'm sure she's heard stranger things, Ron," Harry said. When the waiter returned, I opened my mouth to speak.

"Excuse me, but would you mind telling us where exactly we are?"

"Long Island, New York, of course!" she had told us. "You guys new around here?"

"Yes, we are," Harry said. "Thank you."

"No problem." She walked away.

"New York? Blimey Hermione!" Ron whispered. "How'd that happen?"

"I don't know. Oh, I hate not knowing," I had said. After we ate, we made a plan on what to do.

"Where are we going to spend the night?" Ron asked.

"Let's have a look around," I suggested.

"Um, Hermione," Harry had said.

"What?"

"How are we going to pay for this?" he asked.

"Merlin's pants. I didn't think of that. I have muggle money, but I don't know if it'll work in America."

"What're we going to do?" Ron asked.

"Let me think, let me think. Oh, come on Hermione. So stupid!" I had said. Before I thought of what we could do, three men walked in. They hid their faces from us as they sat in a booth near us.

"That looks suspicious," Ron whispered. The three of us glanced at the men, who were also talking in hushed tones. Harry caught a glimpse of one of their faces.

"Death Eaters," he said quietly. "We have to get out of here."

"Without paying?" I had asked.

"Hermione, there are too many muggles and innocents in here. We have to lead the Death Eaters away. It's not safe," Harry told me.

"Oh all right. But I'm leaving a few pounds. I don't know if it will be of much use, but at least we're paying." I had left the money on the table as we quietly exited. I hoped the waiter didn't see us. As we went out the door, the Death Eaters stood up. They had followed us outside. We sped up.

"Where are we going?" Ron asked.

"Follow me," Harry had said.

"But where, Harry?" I asked.

"I have this gut feeling that we need to go this way. Do you have a better idea?"

"No," I sighed and followed Harry. I had glanced behind us. The Death Eaters were gaining.

"They're coming faster," I warned. "Harry, apparate us to wherever your gut is telling you to go." The three of us grabbed hands and there was a pop, and we were gone.