This is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction.

I know I am not the best writer out there, but I hope some of you can enjoy my attempt.

I do not own Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter

Please enjoy

Hermione Granger, a young woman of perhaps twenty years, stood in the middle of a clearing in a vast forest of trees far from any signs of civilization. Eyes closed, and head tilted to the stars above, she looked at peace. This was not something that anyone would have used to describe her a mere few months ago. No, at that time she was stuck in the middle of a violent war for her very survival along with her closest friends and those she called family.

The slight noise of twigs snapping could be heard behind the young woman. Instantly on her guard, she swung around pointing a stick at the figure behind her. Just as swiftly she lowered her wand, for that is what the stick was. You see, Hermione Granger was not a normal girl, no she is a witch or that's who she pretended to be for those of the realm of Earth. She was in fact something much different.

"You shouldn't sneak up on me like that, Uncle." Hermione spoke to the man behind her for he was very familiar to her.

"Ithilwen, it is time to come home. Events on Arda are progressing ever faster. I fear the darkness is spreading ever quicker." The man spoke in a deep voice.

"As you wish Uncle Namo. May I say my farewells to my friends first? I wish for them to at least know the truth before I leave them for good." Hermione or Ithilwen asked of Namo.

"You may. I will come to you at half past four tomorrow. Be prepared with all that you had come to this world with. Nothing but the clothes you wear will be able to come back with you." Namo spoke to the young witch giving her a tight embrace at the end.

"Tomorrow it is." With that the male figure dissolved into the shadows from whence he originally came.

Hermione or Ithilwen as Namo had named her turned back to the stars with a sigh. After one last gaze at the stars she too turned and left the clearing. She had much to prepare for the next day.

Hermione Granger was known as the "brightest witch of her age" to the majority of the Wizarding World of the realm of Earth. She had spent much of the last seven or so years in this world fighting against a Dark Lord bent on destruction and world domination. This conflict had begun slow at first but had broken out into full blown warfare only a year ago. It had ended with the defeat of the Dark Lord and his forces only a few months prior. Everyone involved in the fighting was now working on rebuilding and overcoming the tragedies that had taken place.

Hermione herself had been on the front lines keeping her friend Harry Potter alive. The fate of the war had been placed on his shoulders. All Hermione wanted to do was support him and support him she did all the way to the very end. Now, Hermione was ready to finish what she had started when she came to this realm of Earth in the first place. She was ready to go home.

You see, Hermione is not from Earth. She is from another realm entirely. She was sent here to complete a task for the one she called Uncle Namo. Once this task was complete she would go home where she truly belonged. Now, Namo had arrived to retrieve her. Gathering all whom she held dear to her heart and whom she would want to know the truth, she had everyone come to where it all began for her in this realm, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Hermione Granger stood within the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry waiting for all those she had asked to gather. She was a young woman perhaps twenty years old. Long, wildly curly hair hung down to her waist. The garments she wore were a bit odd even for wizarding standards. Brown leggings adorned her legs underneath a deep leaf-green tunic. Tan boots, calf high, finished this outfit. A belt of the same tan color as her boots could be seen on her waist. AS she waited for those she had asked for to gather, Hermione placed several things on the tabletop in front of her.

First item was a sword beautiful in its craftsmanship. Next to it, she placed two daggers and two long knives of a length in-between the daggers and the sword. Still more arms went next. A quiver of arrows and a long bow finished this line of weapons. Finally, an item long associated with Hermione, a small stack of perhaps five books finished the task. These constituted the things Hermione had brought with her from her world before coming to Earth. They would be the only things returning with her.

On a space directly in front of the other items, went two more. These could only be fully recognized by one person other than Hermione: a stone and a wand. Together with one more they completed the task that Hermione had been set by her Uncle Namo. Once the third item joined its fellows, Hermione would return to her home realm never to return.

Footsteps could be heard just outside the doors. The first of the gathering arriving at last. Heavy doors opened letting in two people. These two did not have far to travel as they made their home at Hogwarts for most of the year being professors at the school. Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape being their names. Both sat down quietly in chairs that Hermione had provided for everyone in front of the table nodding to the nervous girl. Not one attempt at speaking to the girl was made her nerves all too obvious.

In quick succession the rest of those invited arrived. First came Remus Lupin with his wife Nymphadora Tonks and best friend Sirius Black. Kingsley Shacklebolt, Arthur Weasley and his wife Molly followed minutes later. The whole of the Weasley clan rolled through in their parents wake. First came Bill Weasley, the eldest, with his wife Fleur and closest brother Charlie. Percy, joined by the twins Fred and George soon joined them. Last of the family to arrive and slightly removed from them came Ron and Ginny. These last two sat apart from the others quietly conversing together shooting the occasional glance towards Hermione at the front.

Fred and George, twin pranksters, frowned as they glanced at their younger siblings in concern. This was not an expression seen very often on either of their faces causing many of the others gathered to wonder what would make them wear them now that the war no longer waged around them and why they were aimed at the two youngest of the Weasley clan.

Hermione, oblivious to these events, anxiously awaited the last three to arrive. Perhaps, to her, the three most important. These three being Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom. Harry being as a brother to her, Neville her longest friend in this realm and Luna her confidant for all things close to her heart.

Events in the realm of Earth and the Wizarding World did not occur as many believed them to have leastways because of Hermione being not who she seemed. A few differences as you can see being at least three people still alive. Hermione considering Neville and Luna dearer to her than Ron or Ginny too might seem a little strange. The truth of these matters however is not for this narrative to say. That is the providence of another. This tale is only concerned with Hermione and her adventures after she returns home to the realm of her birth. Now, on with the story.

To be continued