Hey guys I'm back, sorry it took so long to update. Hi Amelia and 101emilyrox(though we know she doesn't[I.L.Y Em) and grandma and uncle Mark. Soz readers just a shout-out to family and friends. I just watched the last Harry Potter movie and I have to say it was a tiny bit of a let-down, didn't go out with quite the bang I expected it to. Oh well, enjoy!

20 months prior to present time.

Hermione strolled down the alleyway, separating her house from the next. The autumn had colored all the trees in burnished browns and gold's, giving the air a wintery chill. Tucking her hands into her cream parka Hermione turned scuffing her boots slightly as she just enjoyed the day. It was very rare that she got time like this, to just relish in the simple delights of her favourite season. Usually she was helping Harry or Ron, two aspiring Aurors who still needed help with their homework. The brunette smiled at the thought as she turned the corner, a smile that was rapidly wiped off her face as she crashed into someone, knocking them both to the ground.

"Oh my….. I'm so sorry, here let me help…" she fumbled, scrambling to her feet to offer the man a hand.

"no, no my dear that won't be necessary" he chuckled brushing his hands against his brown pants "your actually the person I was looking for"

Hermione tilted her head in confusion

"really, well how can I help you?" Hermione smiled hand drifting closer to the pocket that held her wand, so far in her experience only bad things came when anybody said that combination of words to her.

"just stay still a moment.." that man started as he lunged.

A shadow moved out of the corner of her eye and Hermione whipped around drawing her wand only to have the man in brown pants clasp his arms around her torso, pinning her arms to her side and effectively catching her defenceless. Hermione's wand clattered to the ground and she screamed before having a large long-fingered hand clamped over her open maw, the powder previously resting in the palm forced into her mouth. The hands released her as Hermione doubled over coughing repeatedly, desperately pawing at her throat as the powder got to work, the corrosive nature activating with her saliva. Strong arms surrounded Hermione as she tried to scream through a raw throat only serving to cause her to cough more. Bringing a hand up automatically to shield her mouth from view Hermione slumped into the body that was cradling her, unaware that she'd been moved back several yards, into the semi-privacy of the side-alley. Moving her hand back into view Hermione squinted at the blotches swimming through her ever worsening vision. She remembered something to do with red….it wasn't good, was it?... she was just too tired to remember, something to do with powder….. and brown. With that last incoherent thought Hermione's head lolled back, a sleepy frown etched in fine lines onto her young forehead.

"The little sweetheart needs healing Andy" a man with a bald patch said.

"That she does Mike" the two well-built men smirked.

"And when she's healed she'll need time to recover….." the man in brown trousers drawled lifting the thin young-woman into his arms and starting off down the lane, opposite the direction Hermione had originally been going.

"….but what about a job Andy, and cost" the slightly shorter and skinnier man mock questioned, a half smile on his face.

The brown trousers man paused and looked back at his partner in crime and smiled, a smile to make babe's cry and children huddle in tight groups, whispering and watching from a distance. "well we'll just have to find some work for her to do to pay for board, while she's healing, won't we" the two men laughed and Mike turned waving his wand in a simple gesture. A simple gesture with very complex words, grinning as every speck of evidence that Hermione Granger existed was wiped from the neighbourhood and home.

Yes Yes! Now I realise it isn't that long but I need to keep you guys from biting my head off, while I develop an actual plot here, so bear with me. Please:})

Also anyone who would care to guess at what's going to happen further along in this tale, will get my undying gratitude…..okay almost undying gratitude.