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!

"Gaia!" Jillian waved wildly as Gaia walked into the Great Hall for breakfast the following morning. The red-haired Gryffindor immediately turned around and grinned.

"Jillian! Hey!" She said, "I heard you needed to talk to me."

"Nah, it's ok. I just wanted to know if I could borrow your owl to send a letter to a muggle friend of mine, y'know, to keep her updated, but it all worked out, I borrowed your cousin's owl, Kleopatra."

"Ok…I know the owl you're talking about, but which cousin?"

"Uh…I think his name was Matthew…" Jillian frowned.

"Oh! That's Uncle Ron's son. I can never remember if he's owl-boy or cat-boy. That means cat-boy is cousin William. His cat Hermes is seriously weird. Will managed to train him to deliver his letters, so we all receive messages from Will via Persian."

"Oh…that is weird."

"Yeah…. Will is Uncle George's eldest, and he's just as big a prankster as Uncle George and Uncle Fred. He dyed a Slytherin girl's hair purple the other day."

"Oh he did, did he? I think I need to meet this cousin Will of yours…"

***

"Ow!" Jillian rubbed her head, glaring at Kleopatra, who merely twittered. She unfolded the letter, and read it, grinning. How like Candice. She'd write back, but first she had to make the potion. What Candice didn't know wouldn't hurt her…

Hermione frowned, rereading the letter Candice Sierra had sent to her. One particular line worried her greatly.

'I'm worried that Jillian may be more like her father than anyone has realised. She seems to be leaning towards dabbling in the Dark Arts. Perhaps you should talk to her. I don't think she's about to listen to a 'muggle' like me.'

What should I do? Hermione wondered; I can't let her know that her best friend in the entire world tattled on her to her mother. But how does Candice know that Jillian is dabbling in the Dark Arts? And how does she know that Draco comes from a Dark Family? Hermione then remembered what Tia Crandall, the friend who had made Jillian's wand had said.

'You're from one of those families that everyone knows but no one talks to or about, am I right? You know the ones I mean, the Dark Ones. Personally, I don't lame you for trying to get away from them if that's the case. What with the War and everything.' Hermione had decided not to comment, aside from the token protest. Tia didn't need to know that she'd almost married into one of the Darkest Families in history, the Malfoy Family.

Candice had been there that day, and that was the first time she'd ever met another witch. She didn't seem surprised, and when Hermione had questioned Jillian about it latter, she found out that Candice had apparently known since they met in nursery school. It seemed that the day they'd met, Jillian had told Candice about her 'gift' over their milk and cookies.

Hermione could remember the anger and fright she'd felt that day. She'd been sure that Candice would tell someone, and it was only Jillian's tears when she said she would obliviate the girl that stopped her from wiping all of Candice's memories of them, and skipping town, or the country. She'd heard that Bali was a nice place to live, once you got past the police brutality.

Besides, it would be quite annoying to change universities halfway through semester, and Australia and America were the only two countries that really held up to Europe's standard of education.

Virginia hummed under her breath as she pottered about the Hospital Wing, fixing the arrangement of different potions and whatnot. Her ears perked up when she heard a certain niece of hers talking to an unfamiliar girl.

"It'll never work, Jillian!" Gaia argued, "Besides, it's illegal and against the rules to make love potions."

"Since when has that bothered a Weasley or a Malfoy?" Jillian asked airily. "Besides, do you know of any other way to make Malfoy fall in love with Mum? She's heartbroken."

"How about letting it work itself out. All love potions have a time limit anyway. It'd wear off after a time, and Hermione would be even more devastated."

"I guess…" Jillian sighed, and ran a hand through her curly hair in frustration. "Merlin! I can't live like this. Seeing the sadness in Mum's eyes makes me wanna kill someone! Preferably Malfoy."

Virginia smiled. So, Jillian Granger and Gaia Weasley had noticed, hmm? Well, she could always use the extra help. She walked out of the Infirmary, and smack bang into them.

"Ah, girls," She said, helping them up, "Just the people I wanted to see."

Ok, ok, I know that it's short, and I'm sorry. But I really think this is a good place to stop. I usually try and make my chapters at least 1,000 words, but when I find a good stopping place, that's it. So you'll just have to live with it.

Thanks to these reviewers;

DesireeMalfoy: You wanna know what Virginia said?? Use your imagination…heh heh heh. :P Oh, alright, here 'tis; Do not think that I do not remember how to excite you, Harry Potter. It is been a few weeks, but I remember exactly where to embrace, touch, and caress.

lgobgirlie15: cool, love the new nickname, although I wonder how it came about. Don't worry, I'll email you, which is a matter I'd like to bring up. If you want me to email you with updates, and you haven't signed in, leave your email. Or, if your email doesn't show on your profile, leave it in the review. Thanx.

Emma13: thanx, Emma.

Le Britties: lol…I like 'invisible friend money.' My invisible friend Fred gives it to me all the time. Alas, for some reason, I cannot exchange it for ice cream. *sigh*

Unicorn13: Happy New Year to you too.

Cristine91: chirurgical instruments? And I know, my French is terrible. Sorry. I'll try better next time.

Romm: Yes, it could go either way… *cackles*

Sage: The Dark Dryad: Wanna know what Virginia said? Read my reply to DesireeMalfoy's review. :P Lol, thanks.

Well, that's it from me, until next time here's a random quote; A Native American elder once described his own inner struggles in this manner: Inside of me there are two dogs. One of the dogs is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time. When asked which dog wins, he reflected for a moment and replied, The one I feed the most.

*mwa, love ya ^-^*