Title: The Bermuda Triangle

Summary: A plane crashes near the Bermuda Triangle and apparently all on board are killed. All, that is, but a mother and her daughter. The Triangle's magic transports the two into the Forbidden Forest and questions arise when the young mother leads her teenage daughter to the school—everybody thought the Gryffindor was dead, but she's here now and her daughter has curly blonde hair and is sorted into Slytherin. What is going on here?

Pairings: Nobody knows…*mysterious silence*

Author: Silver Sparklze

Started: 7th September 2003

Reason For Writing: This story was started as a challenge issued by Lunarian Amethyst. Let it be known that I NEVER turn down a challenge…*Ash's sister* LIAR!

Hermione Granger pushed her daughter back down in her seat for the fifteenth time.

"I said 'no', Jillian." She said sternly, sighing in exasperation at the blonde's antics. "You are not allowed to go speak to the pilot."

"But Mu-um!" Jillian pouted, an expression that became her pale oval face beautifully. She really was an adorable child, and, at 13, already had the makings of a fashion model, or a movie star. Hermione sighed again, and pressed a hand to her forehead.

"Jillian, you're giving me a headache." She said. Jillian immediately looked contrite, tears filling her large hazel eyes, and threatening to spill down her porcelain cheeks.

"I'm sorry," She said softly.

"Don't even try it," Hermione laughed, and ruffled Jillian's hair, causing the blonde to giggle mischievously. "I can't imagine who you inherited that mischievous streak from. Certainly not from me, or your father."

"What was my dad like, Mum? You've never told me." Jillian asked.

"Jillian,"

"Please, Mum? We have plenty of time. It's a 23 hour flight."

"Ok," Hermione winced, just thinking about Draco made her heart twinge for what could have been, but never would be. Every single time she looked at Jillian, she was reminded of the first time she ever let down the barriers around her heart, and what it had done to her…

~*~

Hermione Granger hummed cheerfully as she brushed mascara onto her dark brown eyelashes carefully. Normally, she didn't care for make-up, but she wanted to look extra special today. It was the day after she and Draco had finally consummated their relationship, and she wanted to ask him something. She wanted to ask him to marry her.

The doorbell rang, and, grabbing her purse, she hurried to answer it. She grinned irrepressibly, when she saw Draco standing on the doorstep. She flung her arms around him, and hugged him happily. She was surprised, when he didn't hug her back. They weren't the most touchy-feely of couples, much to Hermione's dismay, but they usually greeted each other with a hug and a kiss. She pulled back.

"Draco?" She asked hesitantly. He smiled coolly.

"Ah, Hermione, you're up, that's good." He said.

"Well of course I'm up. We…made love last night." Hermione was puzzled.

"Yes, about that…" Draco's cheeks blushed slightly red at Hermione's mention of the night before's happenings. "Look, Hermione, I don't think we should see each other anymore."

"Wh-what?" Hermione stuttered. This couldn't be happening! "Y-you d-don't want t-to b-be with me anymore?"

"Do I look like a speech therapist to you?" Draco snapped. Hermione shook her head, wincing. Not only had Draco never spoken to her that way since they'd been going out, but she was acting like a submissive female! Granted, she was female, but she was not submissive! "Then don't stammer at me. And you heard me, unless you're as deaf as you are ugly." Hermione gasped, as tears filled her eyes. Then she regained her pride and self-respect. She slapped him, hard.

"How dare you, you insensitive prick!" She gasped.

"You hit the nail on the head." Draco sneered. "I am a prick, and I cannot be seen with the likes of you anymore. It's damaging my reputation to be seen with a mudblood. So…can't. Love to, but can't. See you around." He swaggered off, leaving Hermione heartbroken.

~*~

"So after he dumped me, I left England for good. I just couldn't stand being there anymore. I went to live in Australia for a few years, had you, and the only reason I'm going back now is because I think you should meet my Mum and Dad before they die." Jillian nodded, genuine tears in her eyes this time.

"That must have been terrible." She said softly. Hermione nodded, stroking her daughter's curly hair gently.

"It was. But I'm glad it happened." Jillian sat up properly, so she could look into her mother's face.

"What? How can you be glad that some evil prat broke your heart?!" She exclaimed, causing some of the other passengers to stare at her strangely.

"It's simple," Hermione began, "If we hadn't gotten together in the Summer Hols in the first place, I never would have fallen pregnant, and then I never would have had you, and that would just totally suck."

Jillian giggled, grinning at her 31-year-old mother. She could never understand how her mother could have been so brave about falling pregnant whilst still in school. She knew she could never have done it. Her mum smiled back at her fondly.

"So-" Whatever her mum had been about to say was cut off, as the plane suddenly tipped. There was an enormous bang, and Jillian knew no more…

AN: So…what do you think of the first chapter? PUHLEASE say you like it…