I was browsing through some of my files and I found this fic. I hadn't relaized it had been so long since I had updated this one. Two years? TWO whole freaking years. I've never let something go so long. I'm really sorry for making anyone who read this and liked it, and evens bothers to check if I've updated wait so damn long. So after much ado--like two years worth heh heh--I present chapter one of my Hermione and Godric. Long time coming ain't it?

Chapter 1

What One Should Know

There were three things that Hermione knew for sure.

One: She was in a lot of pain.

Her back was throbbing from the force of whatever she had landed, smashed, or whatever she had done hit her with. Her head had a dull throb in the back as she lay against the hard cold surface she was on.

Two: She had no clue where she was.

She knew that she was on something cold, hard, and hurting her lower back. She wanted to be given some sign of where she was. Honestly she could look around but her eyes weren't opening even though she was trying her hardest to open the damn things. Her eyes just weren't listening to her and neither were any of her other muscles.

Three: She was going to kill McGonagall.

It was all McGonagall fault that she was in…whatever place she was in. She knew that she wasn't in storage cupboard because she could feel the wind on her face. It was ruffling through her hair as she lay on whatever and wherever she was.

Deciding that she couldn't lay there forever she figured she might as well try and get her body moving. She started with her little finger. She could feel the appendage twitch lightly as she concentrated with all her might. Dear God, she thought, this is going to take forever. She was going to have to keep trying for a while to get even her hand to move the slightest.

After three hours of concentrating on each part of her body Hermione was finally able to open her eyelids. She found that she was staring at a rock ceiling. The rock was uneven and had stalactites hanging down from the roof, telling her she was deep in a cave. She watched as water dripped from one of the little cones dangling precariously above her.

Least that told her in what she was if not where. Rolling to her stomach, Hermione slowly pushed herself up on her hands. She continued to push until her arms were fully extended. Her eyes went wide as she saw where the cord had been burned into her flesh. It went all the way up from her palm and up to her elbow, which she could see because her sleeve had been ripped off, and was a dark red welt sort of item.

Pushing her self up she plopped down until she was sitting on her throbbing rump. By some heavenly miracle there was a stalactite behind her that she could lean against. She let her head rest against the cold rock while she looked to see if she had any other cuts. The search revealed that was a no.

Carefully pulling herself to her feet Hermione began to walk to where she saw a small light and where the light wind was coming from. She made it to the mouth of the cave and was gifted with light from a full moon to see where she was.

From what she could see she was in the Dark Forest, very deep in the forest it seemed. This looked…well like every other part of the Dark Forest. Wonderful. She had no freaking clue how long it would take her to get out and back to the castle, her whole body throbbed and she was hungry.

Mentally preparing for the pain that was about to come from anymore walking, she heard a crunch of leaves. Something was walking this way. She quickly ducked back into the cave behind a small pile of rocks. The footsteps grew louder and closer. Pulling out her wand she pointed it to approximately where the noise was coming from.

She first saw a limb move and then a figure's outline. When the person stepped into the small clearing that was near the cave mouth she saw him clearly. It was definitely a man with long hair to about mid-back. He stood tall, about six and half feet she would guess, and the cloak he wore hung over his broad shoulders. He was looking to and fro, obviously trying to find something.

She figured this was her best bet to get out of the forest. Standing up, Hermione called out, "Excuse me?"

The man turned towards her and pointed his wand at her. He said something in a deep resonating voice in a language that she didn't understand. When she shrugged he said something else. He sounded like he was either angry or confused. She couldn't tell.

"I don't know what you're saying," Hermione said.

The man looked confused for a minute. Then a light flashed and Hermione saw black.

Godric looked down at the strange girl as she lay on the ground. She was wearing some of the oddest clothes he had ever seen. On her legs were a tight blue material and her torso was covered with only a pink top that had no sleeves. Had this girl no decency or maybe no money to buy proper apparel?

"Godric? Where is it you have gotten to?" called Salazar behind him. He turned to see the elder man walk into the clearing. He was only four years older, actually.

"I am here, my friend," he replied. "You need not make so much ruckus. Some creature will surely find you most annoying and wish to finally rid the world of your sorry arse."

He could see in the moonlight that the snake master was giving him a dirty look. The snake master brushed aside a strand of hair hanging in his face. An eyebrow went up as he spotted the unconscious girl.

"Should I even ask about this?" he voice was filled with utter sarcasm.

"She came crawling out of Nottingim's Cave sputtering out this ridiculous sounding language. Tell me, my friend, have you ever seen such apparel as she is wearing?" Godric asked. Salazar had done quite a bit of traveling in his twenty and seven years of life, much more so than Godric had. If anyone could explain the odd clothing than it was his easily aggravated reptilian friend.

Crouching near the girl, Salazar looked over the woman. She was young in the face, maybe seven or eight years into her second decade. No more than that. Her arms bore a few scratches, most likely from her adventures in the cave. The material stretched over her chest was silk in nature, like that he had seen in Asia but the material on her legs he had no clue as to what it was. It was too rough to be leather.

"I do find that I've never seen a design quite like this," he noted to Godric, who hovered over his shoulder. That was one of his many irritating habits but one he couldn't be broken of.

"I think it best if we get this young woman up the castle lest she catch her death of cold. Such scantily clothed is she." Godric did a quick flick of his wand, causing the young girl to rise about three feet off the air.

"I will follow your lead, my friend," Salazar said with a sigh. He had a feeling that something, maybe everything was about to get interesting in his life. And God help him if it did.