Chapter One:

Hermione felt more comfortable than she had in a long time. She couldn't remember that last time she had slept so well, it must have been at Hogwarts, before Harry told her about the Horcruxes. Before she knew what was coming with the war. Someone was flitting around her, and she tried to open her eyes, but for some reason they wouldn't respond.

"We've had to put her in a magically induced coma Mr. Potter, so we could scan her brain and see if there was any damage from the fall." A soft female voice said. "She seemed to have some damage to the frontal cortex, but we were able to patch her up, there may be some complication however."

"What kind of complications?" A male voice asked, and Hermione felt him sit down next to her, and take her hand. Funnily he didn't sound like Harry. The voice seemed to old.

"The biggest thing we need to look for is memory loss. When dealing with the brain things can get, well difficult. We can repair the damage, but we can't always reverse the effects. We will have to wait and see what happens when she wakes up."

"And do you have any idea when that will be?" The man sounded concerned as he stroked Hermione's head.

"Should be any time now, we took her out of the magically induced coma just before we called you into the room. She may sleep for a little while, but I would expect she will wake within half an hour."

Hermione struggled to move, she had gathered she was in St. Mungo's, but she wasn't sure why. She was a wanted witch wasn't she. And then the dream of the Fates and her death came back, was it a dream? Or had she really been sent back in time. If she had been sent back in time, she had no idea who she was, she didn't even know her name! But then, hadn't the other voice said she would have memory loss? Maybe it had all been a dream? She wasn't sure anymore, and she wouldn't get any answers until she opened her eyes.

Her eyes opened slowly, and at first everything was blurry. But as she continued to blink her vision became clearer. She saw an older man holding her hand, he had not yet noticed she was awake, but the medi-witch had. "Oh good, she's awake!" And she unceremoniously moved Mr. Potter to the side while she checked over Hermione with her wand. "Good, good vitals look great, let me help her get dressed and then you and your family can come and visit with her Mr. Potter. We'll want to keep her until morning, just to be safe, but it looks as though there are no lasting injuries from her fall."

Mr. Potter, as he was called, gave Hermione a kiss on the forehead and left the room.

"Now, Miss let me ask you a few questions. What is your name?"

Hermione panicked, had her name changed? The Fates had told her about a female child born to the Potter's with whom she had taken the place of, but did that mean a name change.

The nurse it seemed could sense her panic. "Don't worry dear, take your time. You had a right fall earlier today."

Hermione took a breath and a chance, "Hermione Potter?" It came as a question, with none of the certainty she usually had when answering questions.

The medi-witch smiled at her, "good, you're doing great Hermione. Now can you tell me your birthday?"

Hermione searched her memory. The Fate's had told her that she was James' twin, hadn't they? But why hadn't they told her when she was born. She closed her eyes, and then she remembered the tombstone she had seen with Harry, it had both James and Lily's birthdates on it. Now if only she could remember the date.

After a few moments it came to her "March 6, 1960."

"Great! You're doing wonderful Hermione. Now, do you know where you are?"

This was an easy one, and for that Hermione was grateful "Yes, St. Mungo's"

The medi-witch nodded, "do you remember what happened to make you come here today?"

'I died,' Hermione thought, 'I died and was sent back by the Fates at the place in-between' but somehow Hermione thought that was not the answer the medi-witch was looking for. So she simply shook her head.

"That's fine dear, you're doing well. It may come back, but the funny thing about head injuries is that the mind often takes time to remember what it lost."

For what seemed like hours the medi-witch continued to ask Hermione questions, ones she simply did not know the answers to. By the end of the session Hermione was close to tears, so frustrated with herself, she always knew the answers, and frustrated with the women who had sent her back here. Why hadn't they given her any information?

But soon, although not soon enough, the interrogation was over. The medi-witch patted Hermione's hand, and left to retrieve the rest of the Potter family. As soon as the witch left, Hermione hopped off the bed, noticing that she was much closer to the ground than she was used to, and made her way to the attached restroom in her room. Thankfully, it seemed as though she had a private room, and as she went into the restroom she studied her appearance in the small mirror above the sink.

Her hair was much darker than she had remembered, and had much softer curls than the wild bush she was used too, but she looked very much like what she was used to. She still had her freckles, her slightly upturned nose, and her same hazel-brown eyes. Quickly she smiled, and breathed a small sigh of relief, through a small miracle her teeth were straight, unlike in her previous life.

She heard the door to her hospital room, and a slightly panicked voice call "Hermione?"

"In here," she called back, looking once more into the mirror before turning on the tap, hoping the water would buy her a few more moments alone, "one moment, I'll be out in just a moment." She washed her hands, and left the room without looking in the mirror again.

As she made her way back into the hospital room she noticed three people standing there, and she had to stop herself from gasping. James really did look so much like Harry that it hurt. She wanted to run and hug him, but knowing that it wasn't Harry stopped her. She took a moment to look at the man, her father, who had been with her earlier, and then to the older woman who stood beside him.

The woman caught her gaze, grabbed Hermione gently, and pulled her into a warm hug. Hermione couldn't remember the last time she had received a hug like this, certainly not from her parents. Or rather, her previous parents, the last real hug she had received had been from Mrs. Weasley. Remembering the matriarch who had taken care of her, she sunk into the hug, not trusting herself to hold in her tears.

"Oh Hermione," the woman cried, "we were so worried!" As she spoke a male voice interrupted

"Mia, I'm so sorry!" The Harry lookalike said, tears forming in his eyes "I should have watched better! It's my fault you were hurt." He looked down, towards his feet, trying to hide the tears from his family.

Hermione broke away from her mother, oh how strange to think this woman was her mother! And pulled the Harry lookalike into her arms, not able to resist comforting the boy who looked so like the first friend she had ever made. "Oh, James, Jamie" she amending, feeling the nickname roll off her tongue easily "it wasn't your fault, so don't blame yourself."

And that, was how Hermione found her new family, her new beginning, and now she just had to figure out how to save everyone from the wars ahead.