A/N; Hello tiny humans! Welcome to my story! I just wanted to make a nice little introductory note before we begin! I hope you enjoy the read and if you have any ideas or questions or comments let me know! I wanted to start out strong and post at least two chapters in the beginning, I have a third finished but there is a bit of editing left to be done before posted, I should be updating every Friday with 1-2 chapters. The first few chapters are a little slow going but I promise its just so that everything can be set up for later

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Kris

Disclaimer; I do not own any of the mentioned characters or anything to do with Harry Potter.

The night sky was dark with the smoke from the fire coming from the castle below it. Screams and shouts echoed back in forth as people were locked in duels for their life. The fallen littered the ground, some being trampled on by the people fighting. They would trip momentarily, which would usually cost their lives. A young woman half stood, half leaned on one of the stone walls, just on the edge of the battle.

Her breath was ragged as she struggled to catch up with it. The smoke from the fires invaded her lungs, forcing her cough as she made her way towards the castle. The brown-haired girl was careful to stay in the shadows as the war raged on around her. She couldn't make out the look of the people that would often fall, the mess of black cloaks had jumbled her mind trying to figure out who was friend and who was foe. A loud bang rang out and she looked up to see that a part of the wall had been blown off. She jumped aside, trying to avoid the stone that was raining from the sky.

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For once it wasn't her alarm that had woken her up, it was the feeling of her body falling from her bed and the pain from hitting the floor. She banged her elbow on the night stand and tried to rub the pain away as well as get herself de-tangled from her bed sheets. Just as the young woman de-tangled herself from her sheets her alarms annoyingly cheerful, high pitched melody began to play.

She groaned into her sheets and closed her eyes tightly, hoping that the alarm would stop and she could slip back into her strange dream. She could still smell the smoke from the strange battle of lights and hear the people scream. She took a deep breaths and placed her hand on her heart, amazed at how fast it was beating. She closed her eyes and counted to ten, reminding herself mentally that there was no danger. After a few moments of the alarm clattering on she heard a sharp knock on her door. She frowned, but pulled herself up, kicking the sheets away from her as she walked over to the door.

"Morning darling," The man at the door greeted with a bemused smile, taking in her overly bushy bedhead and grumpy look. "You are going to be late for the trolley again."

She mumbled something close to an excuse as she turned back to her room and sleepily shut off her alarm. She turned back around to see that her father had retreated to the kitchen where no doubt his breakfast was waiting for him. She pulled her blankets from the floor and threw them on to her bed, herself following shortly after.

She lay in the bed for a moment trying to recall the dream that had woken her. It had been so vivid moments ago and now that she was awake with the real birds chirping happily outside she couldn't bring up the images in her mind. She groaned once more, but pulled herself up from her bed. If she didn't hurry she really would be late for the trolley.

She paused for a moment and tried recall what day it was. Wednesdays and Thursdays classes; Mondays, Tuesdays and Fridays were dedicated to her part-time shifts at the hospital. She counted on her fingers the amount of days that had passed since she had class.

Monday. Today was Monday.

She took a deep breath and dragged herself towards her closet being heavily effected by a case of the Mondays.

As though in a daze she picked out her outfit for the day, still trying to bring up the dream or nightmare she been having. The strong smell of smoke was gone and she couldn't remember what the flashes of lights were coming from.

She walked into the bathroom and one look at her hair made her want to retreat back to her bed. Her usually frizzy brown hair was matted on one side and sticking up in the back. Knowing that battling her bedhead would be a lost cause she tied it up into a messy ponytail and headed downstairs.

As soon as she descended the stairs she could smell the alluring breakfast. She walked into the kitchen to see her father reading the morning paper and her mother making a cup of coffee.

"Morning, " she grumbled, picking up a piece of toast as she sat herself in one of the chairs at the table

"Morning, Hermione, dear," her mother answered, placing the cup of coffee she had just prepared in front of her. "I am surprised you made it out of bed so fast. From what your father was saying it seemed like we wouldn't see you for at least another hour."

"Father often exaggerates. " She retorted, sending him a reproach look as she sipped her coffee. As soon as the liquid met her lips she felt the after effects of the drowsiness slip away. Though she didn't have all the energy needed for facing the day it was a good start. "Excellent coffee, as always, mother."

"I should think so," her mother said, picking up her father's empty plate from across her. "I have been making it for you for the last six years every morning, it would be odd if I didn't have it mastered by now."

Hermione smiled gratefully, her mouth too full with the rest of her toast to comment. Ever since she was thirteen her mother had gotten her hooked on the coffee she made. Now that Hermione was working part time at the hospital and doing night classes there was no way she could get through the day without a cup of her mother's coffee. She brushed the remaining crumbs from her toast off her face and glanced down at her watch, hoping she might have time for another piece.

9:24 am.

"I'm late!" She exclaimed, shooting up from her seat and taking another sip of the coffee. "The trolley will be by any moment." She reached for her bag and groaned as she realized she hadn't grabbed it from her room.

"Its by the door," her mother said with an amused tone, handing her the coffee. "Finish or you will fall asleep on the trolley again."

Hermione flashed her mother another smile and downed the coffee before picking up her bag and waving good-bye. She had just made it out the front door when the trolleys familiar red roof came swinging around the corner. She half-ran down the street to the trolley stop, managing to arrive just as the people were boarding. She dropped in her fair and made her way to one of the back row of seats, watching with a slightly sad smile, as her home slipped away.

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The woman picked up the empty cup from the table, glanced in it to make sure it was empty and the placed it in the sink. She watched from the kitchen window as the trolley drove away, taking Hermione with it.

"Is she gone?" Her husband asked from behind her, no doubt still reading the paper. The woman didn't bother to answer as she heard his chair scrap back and his foot-steps near her.

"It won't be much longer now." She could feel his breath on her neck as he stood behind her, watching the trolley finally fade from view. He placed a hand on her shoulder in support and turned back to his paper.

"No it won't be." She whispered to herself, picking up the cup in the sink and beginning the process of cleaning up

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Hermione brushed her bushy hair out of her face as she took the trolley steps three at a time, she paused to give the driver her fare and then turn to the small selection of seats left.

She frowned as she saw that the trolley was a little bit more packed then usual. There were no empty seats available, which left her with the task to find a seat with the less creepy looking of the patrons. Though her neighborhood was one of the more upscale ones the trolley rode through the more down trodden parts of town before picking her up.

As if to illustrate her thoughts a scraggly looking gentleman in a trench coat looked up at her. She had to fight back the urge to stare as she took in the scars that marred his face. She forced herself to look away but couldn't help but peer back at the man, his vibrant red hair poking out from his beanie. Her eyes met the strangers and for a moment she seemed to be stuck in a trance as her brown eyes looked into his light blue. The trolley began to move, freeing her from the man's gaze as she turned away.

Her mother's words came to mind as she looked among the people, never judge a book by its cover. She grumbled slightly under her breath as she took a few steps forward, hoping there would be a nice grandmotherly looking women among the strangers.

She was half way through the trolley, trying to avoid the looks of the more eager looking people, when the trolley slammed on its breaks causing her to loose her footing.

The scene of her falling in her dream flashed through her mind and for a moment it was like she was back in the battle. The stones from the castle fell all around her and she quickly threw her hands over her head to prevent the stones from hitting her head.

"Miss? Miss ? Are you alright?"

Hermione looked up from the floor of trolley and blushed with embarrassment as she noticed the trolley was stopped and an older looking man was standing over her with a worried look. The trench coat man behind him, looking over her.

"I'm f-fine," she muttered, pulling herself to her feet to avoid looking at both men. He gave her an unsure look and then took his seat, turning to give her another concerned look as she quickly picked a seat. The redhead hesitated, opened his mouth like he was about to speak and then abruptly turned away from her.

She didn't bother to look at the person next to her as she reached into her knapsack and pulled out one of her school books. Her cheeks burned still as she felt the people on the bus look at her.

Monday's were absolutely the worst.