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!

Author's Notes: *Kneels before angry readers.* I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please forgive me!

Hermione: Good job. Now all you need is to actually sound sincere.

SS: But I am sorry!

Virginia: *snorts* Sure. Nice try.

Jillian: How come I'm such a brat?

SS: Your not! Honest!

Jillian: I sound and act like a brat.

SS: You aren't!

Hermione: None of this changes the fact that you aren't sorry.

SS: I am!

Draco: No you aren't, because you've finished the story.

SS: Shut up! They don't know that!

Lucius: They do now.

SS: Locks Lucius in the broom closet. Then realises that the broom closet is actually the refrigerator, and turns down the thermostat.

Dedicated to Unicorn13 for figuring out Draco was Ryu.

"Welcome to Astronomy," Professor Gatsu, the Astronomy teacher at Hogwarts smiled at Jillian. "I know you're new to the class, so if you have any questions, feel free to ask me." She raised her voice so that the rest of the Slytherins could hear her as well. "Today we will be plotting the meteor shower that is due to orbit the planet any day now. Who can tell me the most dangerous types of meteors?" Jillian's hand shot up in the air,

"Miss Granger?"

"The most dangerous types of meteors are orbitual meteors. Their course, while usually predictable, is sometimes disrupted, during which time they may head straight for the Earth's surface." Jillian rattled off.

"Very good, Miss Granger, ten points to Slytherin." Professor Gatsu said, smiling.

"Professor, Professor, is this a meteor?" Anne-Marie asked, bouncing up and down, and waving her telescope about. Nobody took any notice when Jason Goyle fell out of the window after being hit in the back of the head. Professor Gatsu squinted through her own telescope, and shook her head.

"No, Miss Parkinson, that's a comet. Who can tell me where comets originally come from?" Jillian's hand immediately shot up in the air. "Miss Granger?"

"Comets come from two places in the Solar System: the Oort Cloud and the Kuiper Belt.

"The Oort Cloud is a spherical halo of comets surrounding the Solar System at a distance of around 50,000 Astronomical Units. Comets from the Oort Cloud have long orbital periods and enter the solar system from many different directions." Jillian paused to take a breath before continuing.

"The Kuiper Belt is a ring of comets beyond the orbit of Neptune. It lies more or less in the plane of the solar system and is a reservoir for the short period comets that we see."

"Very good, Miss Granger. My you certainly know a lot about the Solar System don't you. That's another fifteen points to Slytherin, I think." Jillian grinned.

"Thank you, Professor," She said. The rest of the lesson went by peacefully, and Slytherin earned no more points.

Hermione rubbed her eyes tiredly, and picked up the huge stack of books. She was very interested in how the war was going, and she knew that sometime soon she'd have to offer to help. But she wasn't sure she wanted to anymore. For the past twelve years she'd lived in the Muggle world, and during that time she'd been blissfully unaware of the fact that the Light Side was losing the war. 

Sighing, she put the books down, and withdrew her wand. She had a huge headache, and it was far too late to go see Ginny about it.

For Ginny was, as she'd found out, the new Mediwitch at Hogwarts. That had surprised her, for although she'd always known Ginny wanted to be a Mediwitch, she'd always assumed Ginny would work in a Magical Hospital, like St Mungos.

"Twingeal Disperso." She whispered, pointing her wand at her temple. Moments later, a cool sensation flitted through her aching skull, clearing the cobwebs immediately. It was then that she heard a small noise. She turned around sharply, but saw no one. Then she saw the minute ripple in the air, which indicated that an invisibility cloak was in use.

Hermione had discovered that there was a ripple one day when she was waiting for Harry and Ron to turn up so they could go to Transfiguration. She'd been checking her appearance in her compact, when she'd seen a tiny disturbance in the air behind her. Moments later, Ron and Harry had appeared. Since then, she'd always known when they were trying to sneak up on her.

"Accio Invisibility Cloak. Locomotor Mortis." She hissed, and there was a squeak, then a thump, as a small body fell to the ground. Hermione recognised the invisibility cloak as Harry's, and the boy was most definitely a Weasley. She walked towards him slowly and gracefully, kind of enjoying the small look of fear. "Hello, Mr. Weasley," She said, smiling,  "What are you doing out so late at night?"

"Y-you know who I am?" He squeaked.  His voice was rather like that of a young Fred or George's, so she assumed he was one of their's sons.

"No, but your hair gave you away. Fred or George?"

"Huh?"

"Who's your father, Fred or George?"

"Uh…George…" The boy frowned, "You knew my dad?"

"Very well. He used to call me a know-it-all, and once he turned my hair green."

"H-he d-did?" Hermione could only assume that the boy was afraid of her because he thought she'd be especially harsh on him after the way George had teased here. Little did he know; Fred and George had been a much-needed break from the seriousness of the war.

"Yes, he did. I can understand why you'd be surprised, not his most original work, but ah well," She sighed reminiscently. "So, what's your name?"

"William." He was now regarding her in something akin to confusion. Here was a teacher, and she wasn't punishing him for being out after curfew. Hermione imagined that it was almost unheard of. "Aren't you going to give me detention or something?" He asked.

"Why? Do you want one?"

"No!" He shook his head quickly.

"Well, then, it all depends on what you're sneaking around for." Hermione settle herself back in her seat, and lazily undid the leg-locker curse with a wave of her wand. "Hmm, on second thought, perhaps we should go to my office. Then we shan't be disturbed. And I wouldn't bother running off. I know the secret passages of this school like the back of my hand."

***

"Cup of tea?" Hermione offered William. The boy shook his head quickly. "Butterbeer, then?" She smiled when he nodded. "I should have known. Sit down." He sat. "So your name is William Weasley, and you're George's son. Any more information? Do you like pranks?"

"Yes, I love them!" William said eagerly.

"Hmm, just like your father," Hermione smiled.

"Er…Professor," William began,

"Please, call me Hermione. Everyone else does."

"Ok…Hermione. Aren't you supposed to punish me for wandering around after curfew?"

"Like I said before, that depends on why you were wandering around. So why don't you tell me?"

"I was gonna go and prank Jetani Zabini. She called Meryl Jacobs a mudblood." He admitted reluctantly.

"Ah…what house is Miss Jacobs in?"

"Hufflepuff."

"Year?"

"Fifth, same as me."

"A sweetheart?"

"No! We're just friends." Hermione smiled, his red cheeks said otherwise.

"Very well. Go about your business. But make sure you get the right bed. I don't want my daughter being mistaken for Miss Zabini." William looked amazed.

"Yes Ma'am!" He said, before getting up. Hermione followed him to the door.

"Uh, Mr. Weasley," He turned,

"Yes?"

"Slytherin Dorms are that way," She pointed to the left. He nodded, and changed direction. She smiled. "Nice kid," She muttered, "Bad sense of direction."

SS: There!

Lucius: *shivering* Wh-what w-was th-that th-thing?

SS: Aw, who let him out?

Everyone looks innocent.

Thank you to reviewers;

fairylights2159: Yeah, I do like SM as well. If you do, you might check out my other challenge issued by Sage; The Thirteenth Year. Thanks for reviewing.

Skittles713: Sick?! Oh no! I hope you get better soon. Gracias for the rev.

skyleia: Thanks! I'm glad you like it. J

Sage: The Dark Dryad: Yeah, it does lead somewhere, but it'll probably not be explained until the sequel.

Frisha: I will

F75: See above comment

disneyluver: Yeah, that quote is from Hercules. It's one of my fave Disney movies. I'd just finished watching it and was listening to the soundtrack when I wrote it. And thanks!

In response to Anon's review

First of,to correct the sailor moon names you used amy's japaneese mname is spelt AMI, and dariens japaneese name is MAMORU and his last name is CHIBA not Kamen refering to toxedo Kamen.
and seRena's japaneese name is Usagi Tsukino,or in the english version Serena Tsukino,which means rabit of the moon. Another thing, if you're going to use the Japaneese names of Sailor Moon have all of their japaneese names or allof them english not a mix of the two.

Thanks

I know how their names are spelt. I made up new characters based on Bishoujo Senshi, using their names and personalities (obviously if they're based on them) because I couldn't think of any other names. Sorry if there was any confusion.

Sorceress-of-Sangolia: Thanks!

Unicorn13: That comment takes me back to some I've had on my school stories. Have you ever thought of becoming an English Teacher? Anyway, thanks, I'm glad you like it, and yes, I guess they should have been more surprised, but I get the feeling that it's gotten so that hardly anything surprises them anymore, even an old friend coming back from (supposedly) the dead. As for Draco being the cat, fantastic guess. This chapter is dedicated to you.

BlueGirl89: Soon. I hate to torture my characters for long.

Sami: Thanks.

LuvBug2: Thanks. RE the paragraphing; I have been, but perhaps FF.NET is going skizzo again. I'll check my chapters.

Melinda: Believe it or not, I did have a new chapter ready within two days, but I couldn't post it a) my internet sucks and was being evil, and b) I only post when I have a chapter of The Thirteenth Year ready too, and I've been having major writer's block on it.

Princess Brittny: Thanks, Brittny.