A/N: Hey! I realised I had a few mistakes in the last chapter about third and first person. Unless it really bothers anyone, I'm going to leave it. Feel free to say if it does. And if anyone doesn't ship Thalia and Reyna I am so not sorry because they are two glorious people who deserve each other.

Hermione's POV:

Work was slow, as always. Few people filed in and out, she was fortunate rent was so low in this area. Her stomach did flips at the thought of Percy coming over to visit her that day, and she had a hard time arranging the books. She thought back to the twins that had stopped by the other day. She'd never seen such strange people around. Perhaps they were wizards...

"Hey Hermione!" Percy greeted. Hermione turned around, a grin making its way onto her face. Though she was pleased to see Percy, she wasn't at all celebrating at the fact that he had a girl with him.

Hermione eyed the girl carefully. She had short hair and a terrifyingly gothic way of dressing. A silver headpiece rest around her forehead, a direct contrast to the dark hair and shadowed eyes. The girl, too, was studying Hermione, with her head cocked to the side and a smirk on her lips. Before Hermione could say anything, the girl turned to Percy.

"This is the girl who's supposed to end a world if she dies?" she said, almost bored. "I expected more." Hermione ignored her confusion at the girls words.

"Who's this?" Hermione demanded. Percy opened his mouth, as if to speak, but Thalia beat him to it. She had a knack for speaking when not asked.

"The girl who's about to kidnap you," Thalia said evenly. "Close your eyes, princess." Without another warning, Thalia's hand curled into a fist, shooting towards Hermione's face. Hermione had just enough time to close her eyes and yelp when she felt a crushing force against her cheekbone, and the world went dark.

The kidnap wasn't anything like Hermione saw in the movies. She did fade in and out of conciousness, but her brain hurt too much to decipher any words. The voices around her were raised, and she craned her neck to see Percy and the girl who punched her arguing in the front seat. They were in a van.

"Percy?" Hermione croaked. Her mind jumped to her wand, but the strain of thinking only paralysed her. She guessed she had to wait this out, then.

When Hermione finally woke, she was on a soft bed in what looked like an infirmary. A glass of golden liquid was sat on a desk beside her, as was what looked like lemon squares. Hermione sat up, rubbing her head painfully. She pulled the wand out her pocket, wondering what kind of criminals didn't search their victims. She muttered a pain-numbing spell, sighing in relief when it worked.

"Guess you are a witch," a voice said. A girl stepped forward, almost as if from the dark. "I didn't mean to startle you. My name is Reyna. I'm... in charge around here. I heard about your... capture. I'm sorry about Thalia, she can be the aggressor." A small smile played on the girls lips. Hermione took a good look at her. She had dark brown hair braided down to just below her chest, and her eyes held a quiet storm in them. It was obvious this girl wasn't someone to mess with.

Despite herself, Hermione couldn't resist.

"Protego!" she yelled. A clear wall flew up between them. A small bubble of relief appeared in Hermione's chest, as if seeing her magic projected outwards had calmed her somewhat.

"That's not necessary," Reyna said shortly. "Not to mention, your magic has little effect unless you can hit your target."

"How would you know anything about my magic?" Hermione asked, lowering her hand slightly. Reyna shrugged, her expression still calm.

"I've got friends," she said.

Just then, Percy walked in the room. His eyes flashed to Hermione, a question on his tongue. She lowered the shield and said softly, "Petrificus Totalus," and Percy fell face first into the floor. Reyna smiled now, a real smile.

"You know, Hermione," she said, stepping around Percy and extending an arm towards the brunette. "I think we'll make fine friends."