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 groaned, as she opened up her eyes. She groaned even harder, when she recognised where they were.

"Why?" She muttered, standing up, and pulling leaves out of her magically straightened hair, "Why here? Why not anywhere else? It just had to be the one place I most don't want to be." Her hazel eyes spat green fire, as she searched for someone to blame for her present situation. She sighed, as she found no one. "Only the bloody Bermuda Triangle would be so evil as to send me back here."

For it must have been the Triangle. They were flying over it at the time, and anyway, only a very powerful magical object would have been able to send them here. And since they hadn't been at Uluru, Stonehenge, or the Key at the time of the crashing, it could only be the Triangle.

Hermione gasped, as she remembered her daughter. "Jillian!" She yelped, searching for the girl. Finally, she found her, not too far away, and, despite herself, she grinned happily.

This proved that Jillian was a witch, since a muggle would have been sent to Atlantis, as according to the customs of the people who had CREATED the Bermuda Triangle. There was a reason why so many people disappeared around the Triangle. It was so the Atlantians could continue to exist, with minimal inbreeding. It was them who had created the first mer-people, and it was quite understandable that they'd need new DNA occasionally.

"Jillian, honey," She knelt beside her daughter, brushing the girl's blonde hair out of her eyes. Jillian moaned slightly, and sat up, rubbing her eyes, and then her head.

"Ow…Mummy, my head hurts." She whimpered, tears once again filling her eyes.

"It's ok, baby," Hermione whispered, holding her gently. She fumbled for her wand, and finally found it sticking out of her hair. She sighed. The damned thing had a mind of its own. She waved it above Jillian's head gently, and a soft green light came out, circled Jillian's head twice, before dissipating. The pain in Jillian's eyes disappeared, and she smiled at Hermione thankfully.

"Thank you, Mummy." She said. Then she looked around. "Where are we?" Hermione sighed, and ran her free hand through her already ruffled, sun-streaked hair.

"Hogwarts." She said. Jillian struggled to sit up completely.

"Oh," She said, "I didn't realise it was so green." Hermione tried not to roll her eyes, knowing that Jillian was probably a little woozy from the pain-relief spell.

"This is the Forbidden Forest." She said patiently.

"Oh!" Jillian nodded, "Ok. So…if it's forbidden, why are we here?"

"Oh, Merlin, please grant me patience." Hermione muttered. "Because the Triangle sent us here. Now, I think we should get you some proper medical attention, and, unfortunately, that means going up to the castle. So let's go." Dully, Jillian nodded, and they got to their feet…

Harry Potter, his wife, Virginia Weasley-Potter, his best friend, Ron, and one of his other friends/enemies, Draco Malfoy all jerked their heads up when the magical alarm went off, signaling that someone or something had made it through the barriers surrounding the huge castle where they lived and taught; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Virginia frowned in puzzlement, and fear, one hand drifting to protect her burgeoning stomach.

"Harry?" She questioned. Harry shook his head, just as confused as she.

"No, Virge," He said, "I haven't heard or felt anything."

"Well then who could it be? Surely you'd know if You-Know-Who-"

"Call him Voldemort, Weasley," Draco sneered, "Certainly you should be able to say his name by now. Being such a brave Gryffindor, and all."

"Shut up, Malfoy," Ron said, his face reddening,

"Alright, both of you," Virginia laid a hand on either mans' arm. "We don't have time. Let's go and check it out, shall we?" The three men nodded, and, grabbing their wands, they all went in search of the suspicious magical source. Little did they know what they were going to find…

"What was that?" Jillian asked, looking around nervously, as a twig cracked beneath someone's feet.

"I don't know," Hermione replied, looking around nervously, and pulling out her wand. Waving it over their heads, she whispered a spell; "Evernestia," In a glimmer of light, they became no more than a wispy fog.

Moments later, they saw four people make their way through the forest. It was none other than Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, (looking heavily pregnant,) and…Hermione felt tears sting her eyes. Draco. She stifled a gasp of pain, when she saw that Ginny was clinging onto Draco's arm rather tightly. So…he'd moved on, just like he said. She tried not to sob, but obviously, one of them heard something, for they all swang towards Hermione and Jillian.

"Who's there?" Harry called out, "Show yourself, or else." Hermione and Jillian edged away from the wand, which was pointing unnervingly close to Hermione's heart. "We can hear you, you know."

"Enough," Ginny had obviously gotten tired of this game of cat and mouse. "Revealus," She blinked in amazement when it didn't work. "I don't believe it." She said. "No one except Herm was ever strong enough to duck that."

"But it couldn't be Herm, Virge," Harry said, "Herm's dead, and we may as well get used to it." Ginny hung her head, red hair forming a curtain.

"I know," She said, voice choked up, "But I have such a hard time believing it sometimes. I still feel like she's alive…in here, you know?" She touched her heart gently. Harry moved over to her, and hugged her softly, kissing her atop her head.

"I know, sweetheart," He said, "But she's gone. We know she is. There was that plane accident a few weeks ago, Herm's parents said she was on it, coming to visit them, and there's no way anyone could have survived that blast."

"Stop it!" Draco hissed. "I don't want to talk about Granger anymore."

"What's wrong with you, Draco?" Ginny asked, looking up, and glaring at him, "You seem to hate Hermione even more than you hate Ron." Hermione held her breath, waiting for Draco's inevitable response.

"I don't hate her, Virginia," Draco's voice was weary, "I just…she reminds me of things I'd rather forget."

"Is he my daddy, Mummy?" Jillian whispered softly. Hermione nodded, making a gesture that indicated she should be quiet.

"Well," Ron looked around suspiciously, "We're obviously not going to find anyone here. Let's just tell Albus of the intrusion, and wait to see what happens next. I have a detention to prepare for."

"What happened this time?" Ginny asked, smiling.

"One of the first-years turned all the school brooms purple. Your first year, might I add."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I can't help it if Delilah has a habit of changing the colours of things. It's always been her special talent. I don't think she even realises she's doing it half the time." Ginny defended her daughter, still grinning.

"Let's go, we're wasting our time." Ron replied impatiently, ignoring Ginny's response.

"Yes, we should go. Albus needs to know about this," Draco agreed, then scowled, "Much as I am loathe to agree with Weasley."

"I don't really see why," Harry said as they walked away, "He probably already knows."