She was now Hermione Euphemia Potter, only daughter of Dorea and Charlus Potter, and twin to James Potter. Years went by and despite their physical differences they became twins in every sense of the word. James was there for her when the Dreamless Sleep stopped working to keep her nightmares at bay.

"It is a fake. A copy. We didn't take anything I swear!"

Her screams ricocheted off the walls with the force of her wails. Her body bowed and twitched in pain.

"Please, I am telling the truth! Stop!" She screamed again, crying, tears streaming down her face.

The double doors to her room burst open and James Potter rushed in. Glasses askew and black hair sticking up in every direction.

"My! What's wrong?" He rushes to her side gently touching her shoulder.

Her screaming stops but tears still leak from her eyes and she whimpers in pain. He climbs onto the large four poster bed beside his sister wrapping his arms around her small shoulders.

"My? It is okay, I am here. It is okay." He gently rocks her from side to side, feeling her pain as if it is his own.

She sniffles. "Me? Is that you?"

"Yeah it's Me, everything is okay, I've got you. I won't let anyone hurt you."

He was always there for his twin, slipping into her room at night and holding her tight as if at any moment someone could take her away. In time Hermione told him a bit about her nightmares, just that people had hurt her and her family. James was not sure he could bare to handle hearing more than that.

Closer than best friends, they were inseparable. My and Me, partners in crime. Growing up with a mischievous future Marauder changed Hermione a lot, and she was no longer the uptight bookworm she used to be. Although she still loved to spend her days in the library reading with either Dorea or Charlus.

That summer, Charlus and James finally coaxed Hermione onto a broom. She was hesitant at first, but with their guidance she was soon doing tricks all over the field at the back of the manor. She was even faster than James.

She and James grew to love pranks and causing trouble wherever they went. This caused a lot of mayhem with their tutor who despised, "Unruly children who just won't sit still!"

Hermione reasoned that the first time around she spent her childhood stuck in her books, never having many friends and always rather lonely. This time, she wanted to do it different. Besides at 9 years old, she could most likely already pass her NEWTS. She now did not take school too seriously, and she was finding that being a regular child and letting loose sometimes was making her so much happier.

She and James never told Dorea and Charlus about her "visions." They did not happen a lot, but when they did My and Me would lock themselves up in their rooms and talk about it in detail.

Hermione spent a lot of time with Dorea. She and James were forced to take dance, and piano lessons, skills that any proper Pureblood would know. She actually quite enjoyed learning something new, especially seeing as she was always a rubbish dancer.

Two years later the twins received their Hogwarts letters and were beyond excited to finally attend school.