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Note_ Thanks Guest for your review and for reading and i will expand the only problem is that it is my first fanfic so I will be a little weak first but with your help guys i will improve... :* love xoxoxox

Wake Up Hermione:

"Is she up yet"

"don't you see she's definitely dead"

"oh come on, dead? Are you insane?"

"Stop talking! and now Gandalf how will we be sure it's she who we need?" cameThorin's vioce thundering across the room.

"It is she, but if you insist i will try showing you some of her memories"

"that would be great"

Gandalf muttered something no one understood. A flash of white light came out and there was a photo of three children waving goodbye beside a train. They watched her memories eagerly waiting for something adventurous.

Flashback of the current memory:

Hermione was in a house... dark house... screaming... there was someone in black.. more screaming... Hermione on the floor on top of her was a woman... she was biting her... screaming...

Hermione was twitching

Harry... the order... Harry and Hermione... dragons... Ron, Harry and Hermione were on top of a dragon trying to break out from Gringots ... Splash... water

Hermione was twitching more than ever, on her face were marks of sweat.

The war... Voldemort...Harry...Hogwarts... the death eater ... veil.. veil...vei...

She woke up feeling numb, so numb she couldn't move herself. She was sweating and had her wand out in a defensive way. Everybody looked shocked, some muttered,some just looked with their jaws dropped.

"I-I-...Is there a bathroom?" Hermione kicked herself mentally. 'Seriously girl! a bathroom? couldn't i have came up with something better.'

"turn to your left " said who Hermione remembered as Bilbo

She went both ways. Upon entering the bathroom she heard whispers, tried to listen but failed. She looked in the miror. She was covered in blood and dirt but she looked beautiful all the same. After knowing she was a pureblood and Snape's daughter, he took the glamour off her and what she looked like shocked her. She didn't look like Snape at all for some reason, she was way much prettier. She had a beautiful body with all the perfect curves in the right places, her once frizzy fuzzy hair fell now down under her shoulders and was blond.( to see her visit hermione Slytherin note_ the one where her fringe goes down her eyes and her hair is parted. plus it is my story's picture), her fring was reaching her eyes. The only thing that didn't change in Hermione was her eyes, they still were the same coffee hot brown they always were. But now after the war, her hair was made into a messy rope braid and was tangled, her eyes were ice cold and wet. She cleaned her face up in a hurry and returned to the living room. They all stared at her .

"do you feel better?"

"yes profess... i mean gandalf but what exactly am i doing here? Is this some kind of joke?"

"do you think it is? well, you have the right to know what is happening. You were transferred here because you are needed by the dwarfs to help them return home." the old man said rather quietly and wisely

"but where exactly is that home of theirs?" she gained glares, especially from who she believed to be Thorin the leader,but ignored them the same

"wel, you will know that later young lady. Right now we need to sleep."

"yeah we should we will be leaving early tomorrow morning" after Thorin's lat words everyone fell silent and fast asleep

Author's Note_ please tell me this one is better :( i will update soon and please R&R to give me ideas and share how do you like it. I Will Try What You Asked Me TO Guest but please be patient have a nice day lol