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!

'Dear Candice,

I decided to take your advice, and not make the potion. Mum and Draco (he told me to call him that) have made up, and are friends. But Mum's up to something, I can tell. She's walking around humming, and Draco looks decidedly nervous. He jumps whenever Mum goes near him. It's quite amusing. Must fly (literally) Matthew's scops owl, Kleopatra's being an idiot, and I have to catch her so I can send this.

Ciao!

Jill.'

'Dear Jill,

I'm glad you decided to take my advice. This'll only be a short letter, too, because April's pet rat's gone missing, and she's really cut up about it. Mum made me promise to help look for the grey monster, even though I don't really like it, coz it bit me that day, and it looks at me funny.

(I know, I know, rats can't look at people funny, but this one does I swear!)

Love, Candice.'

Jillian read the letter, and giggled.

"That is so like Candice," She remarked to Gaia, who was sitting next to her. "She hates that rat, and always imagines that it's about to do some dastardly deed."

"Maybe it is," Gaia replied, "We've been learning about Animagi in class, remember? Perhaps the rat is one of those."

"Nah," Jillian dismissed that thought with a wave of her hand. "I sincerely doubt it. What are the odds of that?"

"I suppose…" Gaia replied uncertainly.

Neither of them noticed grey rat with a silver paw scuttle away…

"Virginia I need your help!" Hermione said, bursting into the Hospital Wing. Virginia kept bandaging the young boy's arm like Hermione hadn't just run into her office like the hounds of hell were after her.

"Now you should leave the bandage on for at least half an hour so that the potion can take full effect." She instructed, "If that potion is exposed to the light it'll take twice as long for that burn to heal. Got me, Paul Finnigan?"

"Yes, ma'am." Paul said in a strong Irish accent. He got up, and ran out.

"Now, how can I help you, Hermione? Something wrong?" Virginia's eyes danced with mischief.

"Yes," Hermione grinned, "I need you to help me prank Draco. He hurt me, so I'm gonna humiliate him."

"Uh huh. And you want me to help." Virginia raised an eyebrow.

"Well it's all in good fun. And you helped me when I pranked your brothers and Harry. C'mon, Gin, please?"

"Well…ok. Let's get planning. Did you have anything in mind?"

"Yes. It was in this book I read years ago."…

"Oh. My. God. Uh…Jillian, you might wanna read this." Gaia thrust the Daily Prophet, which Matthew had just handed to her, in Jillian's general direction.

"What?" Jillian took it, and read the front-page headline. "Oh my lord…"

'Hogwarts Hottie Draco Malfoy a Father?!

Yes, that's right, ladies, better get out your black clothes, because Draco Malfoy has a child. His daughter, Jillian Hope Kaida Granger was born in Australia eight months after Draco Malfoy and muggle-born Hermione Granger split up.

Father and daughter were recently reunited when Miss Granger brought her daughter back to England to visit her parents. Something went wrong on the trip over, and they ended up at Hogwarts, where headmaster Albus Dumbledore offered Miss Granger the temporary job of History of Magic teacher.

Jillian Granger was enrolled in the school as a third-year, and seems to have been getting along nicely, even though she's been home taught all these years.

Who knows what the future holds for the newest Malfoy? This reporter can hardly wait to find out.

Anita Skeeter.'

"Mum is gonna blow a fuse when she reads this." Jillian muttered. She winced, as the Great Hall doors slammed open. "Speak of the devil." She murmured as her mother stalked in. Her eyes were flashing, her hair was wild, her wand was glowing bright red, and her face was flushed.

"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY!" She yelled. The first year Slytherins who were unlucky enough to be sitting near the door winced

"Ooh, that's gotta hurt." Gaia said.

"Uh huh." Jillian agreed. She could see Draco trying not to cower in his seat.

"GET YOUR ARSE OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!"

"Hermione, really!" Professor Trelawny, the Divination teacher scolded.

"Shut your pie hole, Sybil." Mum snapped, "I'm not in the mood."

"Whoa, my mum is pissed." Jillian said. "We'd better not annoy her today."

"For sure." Gaia agreed.

"I've got a bad feeling about that article." Matthew said, walking up them. "I wish Anita Skeeter hadn't written it."

"Not much we can do about it now. We'll just have to hope nothing bad comes of it." Gaia sighed. Jillian shook her head, looking at her two friends.

"Honestly, you two are so pessimistic." She teased. "What bad could come of this? It's just a newspaper article." She walked off, leaving her two best friends exchanging looks.

Draco hurried over to where his fuming love was standing. He couldn't help but be a touch frightened, she looked absolutely terrifying.

"Hermione, come on, let's go." He muttered, yanking her out of the hall. The minute they were in the corridor, Hermione jerked her arm out of his grasp and slapped him. The sound of her hand hitting his cheek rang through the passage. "Ow!" Draco raised a hand to his injured cheek, "What was that for?"

"That was for pulling me out of the hall. This however is because I'm pissed off!" Hermione slapped him again.

"Ow! Stop it!" Draco grabbed her arms. "What's wrong?"

"Look! Look!" Hermione thrust the latest Daily Prophet at him. Draco quickly read the article. A picture of Jillian smiling was next to it.

"Oh shit." Draco swore. "This is not good. Where's Jillian?"

"She's in the Great Hall."

"Go get her. We're gonna have to protect her." Draco instructed. "I'll go speak to Albus." Hermione nodded.

"Right."

Jillian walked out of the Great Hall, shaking her head. How on earth could her two friends be so pessimistic about a newspaper article? She frowned when a rat ran in front of her.

"Go away," She said, making a shooing motion with her hands. Her eyes widened when the rat turned into a plump man, who sneered at her.

"Hello, Jillian." He said. Those were the last words she heard…