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Hermione woke up feeling both cold and uncomfortable. It was also very dark and dank. She patted where her mattress should have been but felt cold, hard cobblestone.

"Hello?" She yelled. It echoed back to her. "What happened last night?" Hermione muttered as she got off the floor.

She could feel a cold stare. Hermione whirled to where she thought it came from. "Who's there?" She yelled. It echoed back. "You coward show yourself, I know you're there!" There was an echoes of theres but nothing appeared. Hermione could still feel the glare.

She put her hands to the sides trying to feel for the wall. Her eyes had adjusted just a bit to the dark that she could sort of see that she was in a long corridor. But she couldn't see who or what was glaring at her. It was starting to freak her out.

"Get a grip of yourself, Hermione Granger." She said to herself trying to calm her racing heart.

"Oliver you have to calm. We'll find her, I promise. And she's a fighter, she'll be fine." Harry said.

"You'll find her! She shouldn't be lost. I knew I should have taken her away from here the minute I found out about the accidents but I was too damned selfish. I wanted her here with me. It's all my fault." Oliver said putting both his hands to cover his face. "All my bloody fault."

"No it's ours. We were sent here to protect her. Now she's lost. What great protectors we are." Neville said bitterly.

"Oh for Merlin's sakes, stop being babies, claiming it's my fault, it's my fault. No one cares who's bloody fault it is! Stop whining and start being intelligent men and come up with a plan to get my best friend!" Gerry yelled frustrated.

Everyone stared agape at her. Then Ginny clapped her hands appreciatively.

Hermione didn't know how long she walked the corridor. Time made no difference in the dark.

Whoever had been glaring at her had left, disappeared somewhere. It made her less and more nervous. She couldn't decide. It felt nice not to hace a creepy pair of eyes on her but now she felt more alone.

Hermione hit her hand on something solid. She grasped it to find that it was a door knob. "Oh thank Merlin." Hermione whispered as she turned it.

"Why'd Mione have to go missing!" Ron yelled. "Why can't it be like me. I mean she's the one that knows the bloody global positioning potions."

"What's going on, what's this about Hermione!" Rianne shouted as she had apparated into the Scottish castle. Ron almost fell off his seat in shock.

Everyone in the room turned to look at her. "Why didn't anyone owl me earlier!"

"Rianne!"

"Ger!"

The two girls embraced.

"What's going on?" Rianne asked.

"Hermione's just… disappeared."

Rianne gave a confused look.

"We've look for her everywhere here but she's not here. But the location spell saids she's still in the castle." Gerry explained.

"We suspect it's the same person that's been trying to kill her." Oliver said.

Rianne was silent.

"Rianne?" George asked concerned.

"I think I figured out who's been doing all those things…"

Hermione felt blinded by the light that came from the room. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark and now they hurt from the light. There were spots everywhere.

"Oh hullo there." A soft British burr came from somewhere in the room.

Hermione spun around to where it came from.

Two gasps escaped from the women in the room.

"Who are you?" The women in the portrait asked Hermione taking the words right out of her mouth.

Hermione just stared at the portrait speechless. She began to walk closer to it.

Two hands touched almost like a mirror. The two gasped again. Their hands perfectly matched.

Hermione stared at the person in the painting. It was like staring at a mirror except the clothes. Hermione was wearing a pair of shorts and a spaghetti strap shirt. Meanwhile the women in the painting had on a regal dress corset and all. But identical soft brown eyes stared at each other. Both had the light brown hair with a few lighter highlights here and there. But the women in the painting might have had longer hair than Hermione though. They were also both an olive colored skin, not quite pale but couldn't be considered tan. All in all, they would've been twins.

"My name's Hermione Granger who are you?"

"My name is Catriona MacTavish."

Hermione's eyes widened. "I've read about you."

"You have?"

"Yes, I found the family book in the library. It was said that you were a muggle that had stumbled onto this place one night in the middle of a storm. You didn't remember anything your name, your family, anything. You didn't even know your age but they all assumed you were 13-14. Then the family took you in. you even beacem best friends with the daughter and it was even the son that named you Catriona."

"Yes, that was me."

"And then you ended up marrying their only son Callum MacTavish."

"Callum…" The women in the painting whispered wistfully. "We loved each other to the end of time. He was my world. We weren't supposed to be together."

"You weren't?" Hermione asked puzzled. That hadn't been mentioned in the book.

"No he was engaged from before I had ever met him. Two weeks before he was set to marry he asked me to run away with him. So that we could be married and live our lives together and away from all the people that would talk. I said no. I couldn't bear the idea that he would leave his family behind because of me. He deserved someone better than me. Someone his family and neighbors were bound to approve of. Even though I said no I cried when the ceremony began. I loved him and I couldn't bear to watch him marry another women but I knew it was for the best."

Hermione listened on. None of this had been mentioned in the book.

"But then when it was time to trade rings he dropped the ring. Then he turned to the guests and said that he was in love with someone else. The guests all gasped. Then he began to walk to me. And he proposed right there at the church that he was supposed to get married at. I was speechless and shocked. But I couldn't say no a second time. I loved him and after his debacle I knew he didn't care what others thought so why should I. So I said yes. My soon to be sister in law, Lucy was the first to clap and said thank Merlin, then others began to laugh and some even cried. I in turn began to cry. It seemed that everyone had seen it coming except us." The portrait had been glowing as it told the story but then she turned somber.

"But then later that night, Callum's ex-fiancé committed suicide. It was a great tragedy and I blamed myself. At night I heard screams of you killed me that sounded just like her. For months and months I wouldn't eat, sleep, anything. Eventually Callum saved me from myself. He made me realize it wasn't my fault. What I hadn't known was that she was still in the castle and had been haunting the castle from the minute she died. I hadn't been dreaming of her screaming at me calling me murderer, she had been doing it. None of us had known. But after I got pregnant, accidents began to happen to me. An axe had detached itself from the wall and came hurling at me. Luckily our house elf saved me just in the nick of time. But more accidents began to happen. Chandeliers broke, doors locked itself on me, more objects hurled at me. I had no magic in me so I was more vulnerable. "

"So Callum took me away. We lived in one of the summer homes instead and it was so nice. I no longer heard her voice at night. When it was Callum's mother's birthday, I was almost due for another month so I could no longer move. Callum didn't want to leave me but I insisted. I didn't want to be the reason he didn't go see his mother on her birthday. On that night she had appeared to Callum. She apparently apologized for everything she had done to me and told him that she would be moving on soon. She had gotten over her anger and she no longer wanted to keep us out of our home."

"I was so happy when I heard that. I wanted to see her right away. I wanted the chance to apologize to her before she left so I made Callum take me…" Catriona paused, her words caught in her throat.

"She killed you didn't she?" Hermione whispered at last.

The portrait began to cry. "Yes, yes, she did, but no one knows. She had done it very well. She was with Callum and his parents when I had 'tripped' down the stairs. There was no blame to pin point her but I hadn't fallen. It felt as if I was pushed by some unknown force. Lucy blamed her but no one would believe that it was on purpose because they were there and thought she just wanted to put the blame on someone."

"But it was said that you had a son." Hermione whispered feeling choked up as she listened to the story.

"I wasn't dead the moment I fell down the stairs. I had thankfully held on until after the doctors came. The shock of everything had made me go into labor. They thankfully saved my son just in time. I got to hold onto my son for a few seconds before…"

Hermione had tears falling down her eyes now too. "But then your portrait?"

"She hid it here, in this room. No one has visited me since the moment I died. I never got to see my son or even know his name. I don't know what happened to my husband or even my family. You are the first person I have met."

"Oh god." Hermione choked. "Who was she, the ghost?"

"What can move objects as heavy as a chest with no effort." Rianne asked looking around.

"A ghost." Gerry answered. Rianne nodded.

"Lady Felicia Shaw." Oliver said his jaw clenching.

Kudos to those who figured out who it was. Hopw you all liked but if you don't I don't I don't blame you.

It's a bit depressing but now you know the back story of why Lady Felicia hated Hermione even from the beginning.