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: Past Hermione/Draco…present Harry/Ginny…who knows what else…

Author: Silver Sparklze

Started: 7th September 2003

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

Hermione winced, as her hairbrush caught on another knot. It seemed ever since she'd come back to this bloody castle, her hair was getting messier and messier. It probably didn't help that she ran her hands through it every five seconds. And she'd only been here for a day and a night!

Hermione turned around, as someone knocked at the door. She frowned. Jillian had already been to see her, and tell her all about her first day, and Melisande was already asleep. She put down her brush, and marked her place in the book she was reading, before getting up, and walking to the door, wand in hand. She swung the door open without warning, and relaxed, when she saw who was there.

"Ginny!" She exclaimed, moving aside to let the pregnant redhead carrying the donuts and hot chocolate pass, "Come on in."

"Thanks," Ginny walked in, "But I go by my full name now," She placed down the food and drink, "Virginia." She smiled at Hermione, then, without warning, she pounced on Hermione, hugging her tightly. "God, I've missed you so much," She said, voice slightly muffled because it was buried in Hermione's chin-length hair. Hermione awkwardly patted Ginny on the back – she just couldn't think of her as Virginia yet – and struggled to breathe.

"That's nice," She wheezed, "But need oxygen, blood rushing to brain, life flashing before my eyes…" She paused. "Wow, that was really boring." Ginny let go of her long enough for Hermione to fill her lungs with oxygen, before hugging her tightly again.

"Why, Hermione, why'd you leave? What happened? And while we're at it, who's Jillian's father?"

Jillian looked around her dorm, still unable to believe that she was finally at Hogwarts. Jetani Zabini walked in, and sneered at Jillian. Her lipstick was all smeared, and her hair was a veritable rats nest. There was no need to guess about what she'd been doing. The very thought of it made Jillian go scarlet, and Jetani saw this and smirked.

"So, the little mudblood is an innocent." She jeered. Jillian glared back.

"Yes, which is obviously more than I can say for you. Do you honestly have so little respect for yourself that you'd lose it on any old person?!" A strange light filled Jetani's pale blue eyes.

"I lost that which you speak of long ago, and not willingly." She said softly, before drawing the curtains around her bed.

Jillian walked over to her bed, and sat down on it, shocked. She simply couldn't believe what she'd just heard. A black and white cat strolled into the room, and she picked it up instantly, settling it on her lap. She stared into its large silver eyes, and sighed.

"Why, Kitty?" She asked, "Why is it that people always tell me things that I don't wanna know? Things that they wouldn't tell any other stranger? Mummy says it's because I have this aura around me that says I can be trusted, and that you can tell me anything and I'll keep it a secret. She says it contrasts with my devil-may-care attitude, but that it only makes me more appealing as a person." She sighed. "I hate being burdened by so much that I shouldn't need to know, but what can I do? I can't tell anyone, because then I'd be breaking someone's trust. And that's wrong." The cat mewed.

"You know what, kitty? I think you need a name. Now, I can't name you for your eyes…so…I know! One of my middle names is Kaida, it means little dragon. I'll give you a dragon name as well! A Japanese one too, I think. How about…Ryu? It's a nice name, and a boy one too, which should suit you." The cat, now named Ryu purred agreeably.

"You're so handsome," Jillian said, stroking Ryu gently. "I've always wanted a pet. But somebody probably already owns you." She sighed. "Oh well. I suppose you'd better go and do whatever it is you were going to do before I abducted you. Bye, Ryu." She watched as the black and white feline slunk out of the room quietly.

Hermione bit her lip, moving away so she could stare into the fire.

"It's…complicated," She said, turning back around so she could see Ginny's face, "I really can't tell you. He doesn't even know. The only people who know are Jilly, Remus, and myself."

"Hermione, I'm your best friend!" Ginny exclaimed.

"I know, Gin – I mean, Virginia, believe me I do. But it's just not something I want to talk about…it's…it brings up things I'd rather forget."

"You weren't…raped, where you?!" Ginny asked, eyes full of imagined fears.

"No! Gods, no! It's not that awful…although it almost is. He…he was the first guy I ever really loved…I mean, sure, I liked Ron for a little while, and we went out, and I thought I loved him, but when we broke up, I wasn't bummed at all, and I realised that I hadn't been in love like I thought. Then, in the holidays, I met this guy. He was so cute, smart, funny, and…well, his attitude sucked, but it got better. I thought we were great together, and…well…I had my first time with him." Ginny gasped.

"No?!" She said.

"Yeah," Hermione nodded, "But…the day after…" Tears filled her eyes, and tumbled down her cheeks, "The day after…he dumped me. He called me a mudblood, and said he never should have gone out with me in the first place, coz I was ruining his reputation…and…and…"

"Oh, Herm," Ginny wrapped her arms around Hermione, "Don't cry."

"Why? Because it makes you feel sad too?" Hermione laughed bitterly.

"No, because it makes your nose go all runny, and snot is just so gross," Ginny teased, "Of course it makes me feel bad. I'm your best friend…although we haven't spoken for a while. So…I guess you should tell me the rest of the story, and we can try to catch up on the past 14 or so years."