That's my first fanfic guys, so forgive all kinds of mistakes! Thank you for reading this, I hope you like this, it's a rather radical story (never read this idea about Hermione anywhere here) so… enjoy! Ah! And please review!

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INTRODUCTION

Everybody knows Harry Potter. And why shouldn't they? He's the "boy who lived", the one that saved the Magic world and the Muggle world from the dictatorship of Lord Voldemort. All this is history. However, is it a true history? Is it possible for a young boy, who hadn't even the slightest idea that he was a Wizard, to defeat the Dark Lord so easily?

Of course, no one ever could doubt about Harry's skills, bravery, brightness and courage; besides he was never alone in the first place. The "legendary trio" of Harry, Ron and Hermione is worldly known even to us- the Muggles. However, what we don't know is the exact identity of Hermione.

The myth says that she was Harry's classmate and vowed to help and support him till the very end. Which she did. Truly she did. There's only one small detail that is inaccurate; she was not his classmate…

In fact, they were not even at the same age when he began his mission to defeat Lord Voldemort.

You ask me how I know all these. Well . . . let's just say that my mission is to restore reality concerning many things and rebut the legend of Harry Potter, from another perspective. The one that has to do with the characters warped by the oral and written tradition.

Hermione Granger (born in 19 September 1971)

And here is her story…

Chapter 1

She would never-ever forget the day she left Hogwarts. . . It was the happiest day of her life. Not only did she graduate with honors, but she wouldn't visit that hateful place ever again!

She was a good student, the best of her class, always willing to participate in all sorts of activities, thing that made her the dearest student of all professors! All, except one. . . Professor Snape was the most hateful professor of all. No one ever liked him- apart, of course from the students of the House of Slytherin. They seem to be very fond of him and Hermione thought this happened because they had the same behavior: cold, stiff and arrogant. That was the main reason why she hated Hogwarts and why she didn't want to come back.

"You have many skills and abilities, Miss Granger" the director, Professor Dumbledore told her on the final day at school. "Thank you, professor" she replied, blushing. She was feeling some kind of awe when she was looking at that man. Many times she had wished she had his wisdom. "What are your plans from now on, if I may ask?" Hermione never really thought about it. She just wanted to go back home to London, to see and enjoy her family and afterwards… well maybe a job? Dumbledore stood there, his lips tightened examining her. Hermione didn't speak. "Well, I can send a letter of recommendation to the Ministry. There should be surely a place suitable for your brains, Miss Granger, if you would like to take it". Hermione shook her head joyfully. "It would be my honor, professor, to work to the Ministry if they accept me". Dumbledore looked at her above his glasses with a slight smile of amusement. "Now that the Dark Lord is finally out of our way, I'm sure Miss Granger that you will find only paperwork to do at the Ministry". Hermione laughed. "Nonetheless, until you find a job that best suits your spirit, I will be glad to mediate to the Ministry for you". "I would be grateful, professor" she answered still smiling. The old director nodded that she was excused, and she headed out the big and stunning office. "Ah, and Miss Granger…" she turned towards him. "See you soon" he blinked.

Autumn 1993

A 22 year old girl was sitting in a dark room, turning over the pages of the "Daily Prophet".

"The most dangerous wizard of all times escaped Azkaban"

"The Dementors were unable to trace him"

"Whoever sees him, call immediately the Ministry!"

Hermione sighed. The figure of a man with long, curly hair and crazy eyes was moving in the front page of the newspaper. She crawled. Two days now the situation in the Ministry had become extremely tense. Every 5 minutes she received a call from somebody who had witnessed Sirius Black walking in the street, sitting in a random cafeteria, entering a house, buying a wand, even eating ice cream. At first it was kind of funny, but after 8 hours trying to explain that the man whom they saw can't have been the fugitive, Hermione started to lose her temper.

She sat back to her chair, yawned and rubbed her eyes. It was about 18:00 and already dark outside. The rumors of the Dark Lord's come back have begun to spread all over the Magic world and even to the Muggles. Of course Hermione didn't believe in such rumors. Everything was made up by illiterate, old people that were living in the fear of that possibility. Thanks to Harry Potter, the little baby (at that time he must be 12 years old or so), who could strike back the deathly curse Voldemort casted against him. No one could tell how he did it, he couldn't have used magic; he was only one year old. The fact was that he had managed to eliminate the Dark Lord, and from that moment on everyone could speak, walk, laugh, work, go out, flirt and love freely; and that was enough for Hermione.

She suddenly remembered Dumbledore. She hadn't seen him since her graduation 4 years ago. "See you soon" sounded his words to her mind. However, they hadn't seen each other since then. She smiled at herself. That old, wise man had kept his promise and ensured her a place to the Ministry of Magic; and as he had anticipated she was full of paperwork and bureaucracy.

18:45

Hermione stood up and began to pack her things. It was time she went home.

When she returned from Hogwarts she lived with her parents, George and Margaret Granger and her younger brother, Fillis. Her father was a Muggle, but as soon as Hermione got her letter from the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry he was more enthusiastic than anyone else. Margaret Granger was very happy about that. A few years later Fillis was born, but he never received a letter from Hogwarts. Instead, he was inscribed to a private school a few hours outside London. Their parents decided to let Hermione live alone to their home, bought another one close to Fellis's school and moved there. The girl was at first relieved and enjoyed her freedom.

But, during many cold and nasty nights like this one, Hermione wished she didn't live alone. She honestly needed someone to talk to and share her thoughts. She surely had her cat, but cats don't talk, do they? So, she was reading and reading until she fell asleep.

That was the plan for that very night. After eating a lonely, single dinner, she grabbed a book from the library. "How to shield your mind and let the intruders out of your mysteries". She smirked. She didn't have any mysteries, or anyone to try to unlock them. She sighed once more, took Crookshanks into her arms and put her fingers gently into his fur. He purred contently. She opened the book and started to read…

She was suddenly found in a dark and misty neighborhood, which she didn't recognize. She was wearing a long cloak and her wand to her hand was spreading out a lean gleam of light. Hermione searched around to find anything that would indicate her position, but in vain.

She made a step forward, when she heard someone approaching. Impulsively, she hid herself behind a fence she didn't notice it was there before. The figure stopped right before her. She half closed her eyes and noticed the man seemed like beggar; he wore a long, torn, black cloak, he was holding his wand as if he was waiting to cast a spell to somebody. His eyes glimmered as he looked around him. "He's crazy" thought Hermione.

"Come out you little bastard!" he cried out and his voice echoed in the silent street. "Come out! I know you are here! Don't hide yourself any more!"

Hermione caught a movement on her right, and when she turned she saw a short, fat, bold man trembling. The tall man turned his face slowly and threatingly pointed his wand straight to the other man's chest.

"No please, let me explain…" faltered the short man.

"Explain? No, I don't need your explanations! Coward! Liar! You betrayed them!"

"No Sirius, listen to me! You know how hard it is when facing you-know-who!"

"No! I don't know how hard it is! Because I've never let myself be caught by him! I was never a faint-hearted! They trusted you, rat! You killed them, and now I'll kill you!"

"But we are friends.."

"How dare you talk about friendship? You betrayed your friends and now you want me to spare your life? How fool you think I am?"

"But James wouldn't want you to kill me. James and Lilly had a huge heart, full of forgiveness"

"Yes! And because of that, now they are dead!"

Out of nowhere a small group of people stepped out of a house and approached the scene. "Why are you shouting out? Don't you know we are trying to sleep over here?" the stranger talking, froze when he saw the wand of the tall man. They all stared each other.

"Muggles" murmured Sirius

The short, bold man smirked, drew his wand and it whispered two words Hermione couldn't here from here position, but at once a green light spread over and the group of people fell down. Dead. Sirius panted. "You killed them too! Murderer!"

The other man burst in a crazy laughter, cut his little finger out, waved his hand like saying goodbye and…vanished.

There was only him left amongst 12 corpses. The police siren stroked from far away. Sirius started laughing like crazy…

Hermione woke up breathing heavily. She was sweating and at the same time crying.

Someone was tapping at her door. Slowly she approached and opened it.

She stared at the figure before her and before even saying anything she head him say:

"Help me" and collapsed…

TO BE CONTINUED….

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