Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, J.K. Rowling does.

Chapter 1

It was summer at Hermione's house and the fight with her dad was growing even more intense.

"I cant believe you would think that!" Hermione shouted.

"Im just trying to protect you!" he yelled back.

"Protect me! All you've been saying all summer was how Harry is so dangerous and how I should stay away from Him."

"You're misunderstanding," he said calmly . "I'm just trying to point out he's in a dangerous position, with all the death people after him", Hermione rolled her eyes at the way her father miss said wizarding terms. You might get hurt. Maybe its better if you were a little more careful around him, especially what happened last year—

"Youre blaming that on him!" Hermione practically screamed.

"No, but-

"But what?" Hermione interrupted. Then her mom cut in.

"Honey" she said talking to Hermione's dad. "Just drop it Harold,"

"I will not drop it". He answered.

After all the failed attempts Hermione's mom just gave up trying to convince her husband and daughter to stop fighting. It was no use, so the fight returned to Father vs. Daughter.

"You pretend to like Harry all these years and all of a sudden—

"That's because I just realized what a threat he is-

"A threat?" Hermione breathed in disbelief. She couldn't take it anymore.

"Were just concerned" –her dad tried to say as she stormed up the stairs.

"Honestly Harold, you just had to say that. You're just going to get her even more upset with us. Hermione will be fine."

Harold sighed. "I'm worried about her 'Liz.

Hermione's parents; Harold and Elizabeth Granger. They were typical muggles with a not so typical daughter. Ever since that Hogwarts letter came in the mail their lives were never the same. From then on her parents were always shunned from their only daughter's life, because well...they weren't like her. The harsh reality of it was that they would never fit into their daughter's world. Things seemed fine in the Granger household, but after all these years, a rift had become apparent and the family finally seemed to be coming apart. Or in other words, their daughter seemed to be drifting away.

In hermiones room

There she was, standing about still fuming. Tonight was no different in her eyes. They all had there their differences about the wizarding world, especially her father. Her mother always seemed to be okay with the fact that Hermione was a witch, and asked her plenty of questions about all the wizarding gadgets they came along.

But, her father on the other hand never really discussed the fact that Hermione was a witch. He occasionally asked her how her school was going but that was it. He just accepted things the way they were and moved on.

She plopped down on her bed to tired to think. Her bed was exactly like the one she had at Hogwarts with wooden posts on all four sides, it reminded her of school and made her long for summer to be over.

On one side of the bed there was a wooden dresser with a mirror and all her accessories sprawled across the top of it. On the other wall was a couch next to her desk. The couch was the same rich red as her Gryffindor colors were. And the best part of her room she thought was her window. It made a huge arch and the sill extended out long enough so she could sit there. She added some cushions and it made a good place for her to just think.

Hermione had always been privileged with nice things. Her parents were what you would call rich. She had quite a big room not to mention a rather large house, which was always spick and span. Her mom was obsessive with making the house look nice for any visitors.

Hermione sat at her favorite place, thinking when suddenly an owl came tapping at her window. She opened it to let the bird in. A letter was attatched to her leg that she untied and opened.

Dear Miss Granger,

Im inviting you to stay at 12 Grimuald Place again, Ron and Harry will be there. There's much to do.

Remus Lupin

Much to do........I Wonder what that means Hermione thought to herself. But it didn't matter there was no way her parents were going to let her go. She dropped the letter on her nightstand and got ready for bed.

At breakfast she took a chance and brought up the subject. It looked just as if her father was about to say "no" when her mother interrupted with-

"Of course you can go". Well... as long as you did your homework?

"I did" Hermione said, surprised.

"Well honey, do you want us to drive you?

"Uh, No, thanks mum, I can take the bus. I better go pack." she added not thinking of anything else to say.

Her father remained silent. But gave disapproving looks towards his wife. He waited safely till his daughter was all the way in her room before speaking.

'Liz, I don't want her going to that place."

"Well, Harold you didn't exactly make her feel welcome at home" she replied sarcastically.

"I'm serious"

"I know, but the last thing she wants is to stay here with us."

"We don't see her all year, and she leaves us during the summer?"

"She'd stay if she wanted to" Elizabeth replied collecting the dishes off the table.

It was Sunday After noon when Hermione was leaving. She wanted to get there Sunday night on Harry's birthday. Then they would be able to spend a whole month together.

"Bye mum, I'll see you at Christmas"

"Bye honey we'll miss you". Hermione turned towards her Father.

"Be careful, I'll miss you". "Bye", she said softly giving him a hug.

She walked to the curb and stuck out her thumb. Suddenly the night bus came to a roaring halt right in front of her. She boarded and Ernie greeted her merrily.

"Where to ?" He asked. She looked one more time back at her parents before giving Ernie the address Lupin said he would meet her at.

"Okay then off we go". And the bus zoomed off.

Her parents stood on the curb, waving goodbye as Harold squinted in the direction the Knight bus had dissapeared.

"Were losing her, aren't we?" he finally said

"Don't worry dear, we'll see her at Christmas". She gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking back up to the house like she seemed to be ignoring the truth or just not wanting to talk about it.

The ride was a bumpy one as usually. Hermione felt guilty about leaving her parents, but the truth was she didn't really want to stay. She wished things would go back to normal, before her parents started filling ideas in her head that she shouldn't return to the wizarding world.

Hermione just shrugged it off as her parents just being overly concerned. A little too overly concerned. But she figured she would be safer at Hogwarts anyways. Also there conversations dwindled down to a mere awkardness. In her talks with her parents Hermione usually mentioned something magic related and she did her best at explaining, but sometimes it was no use, which just reminded her that they belonged to two different worlds.

Hermoine thought she was going to be sick when the bus suddenly came to a stop.

"This is it" he called back to her.

She grabbed her luggage and got off the bus. They closed the doors behind her and zoomed off. She waited for only what seemed like half a second when Lupin showed up. He greeted her merrily looking through those tired eyes of his. He helped her with her trunk and they walked to 12 Grimauld Place together. She arrived to find Ron was already there.

"Hermione!" He said getting up to greet her. "Its great to see you."

"You too Ron."

Suddenly Mrs. Weasly came barging in, "Hermione! Dear, How are you?!"

"I'm great." she said mildly taken aback by her entrance.

"Well that's fabulous dear, you'll be staying with Ginny, is that alright? She's already upstairs."

"Okay," Hermione replied getting her luggage.

"Oh, honestly Ron, don't just stand there," Mrs. Weasley told her son. "Carry her luggage."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh, as Ron rolled his eyes, while picking up her luggage to carry it up stairs. Hermione followed him running into Fred and George at the top of the stairs.

"Hey you missed it yesterday." George exclaimed.

"Missed what?" she asked curiously.

"Our induction ceremony." Fred gave a drumroll and George finished, "We are officially members of the order of Phoenix."

"Wow, You guys that's great--"Were leaving to get Harry!" Lupin yelled, "apparently his uncle wont let him come!"

"Alright!" Mrs. Wealsy yelled back from the kitchen. "Be back in time for dinner!"

"Hermione," Ginny's voice came from the bedroom doorway. "Come on, over here."

"Oh right." Hermione said bye to Fred and George and picked up her trunk where Ron had left it to return downstairs, and went over to the room where Ginny helped her unpack her things.

Afterwards Ginny and Hermione sat on their beds catching up with the things that had happened over the summer, although she didn't quite tell her about the fight she had with her parents. She found out that Ginny was still dating Dean and she had informed her that she and Victor were still together as well. They laughed and talked for about and hour until they decided to go down stairs and help with dinner. So far everything was perfect.

Harry's life was miserable at the Dursley's. He remained locked upstairs in his bedroom, finishing a plate of bread and cheese. He was going insane with nothing to do and none of his friends. Often his thoughts strayed to Sirius but he refused to dwell on them. He spent his days doing his homework or reading. Hedwig was locked in with him as well, he didn't keep her in her cage, so she could stretch her wings as much as the room allowed. Harry was just feeding her some stray bread crumbs when the doorbell sounded.

"YOU CANNOT COME INTO THIS HOUSE!" Vernon Dursley's voice roared through the entire house just as footsteps were heard rushing up the stairs. Suddenly his door blasted open and in the doorway stood Lupin along with two other wizards. He was rescued.

"Dinner's ready!" Mrs. Weasly yelled to everyone in the manor. Hermione had just finished setting the table and the food looked perfect.

They ate a big dinner with Mrs. Weasly trying to give them all more. They literally had to run away from her to keep her from doing so. Hermione and Ginny volunteered to clean up after dinner, which left Mrs. Weasly to run some errands she still needed to do.

Hermione was collecting the dishes off the table when the door opened and Harry walked in followed by Lupin. Their eyes met and suddenly a throbbing pain came to her head. Both hands immediately shot to her temples.

"Ahhhh- a small groan escaped from her lips. She felt dizzy like she was just about to collapse.

"What's wrong??" Ginny asked worriedly, but Hermione seemed to be lost. There was something going on inside her head besides the pain, but she couldn't figure it out. After a while the pain lessened a little and she became aware of her surroundings to notice that Harry had joined them in the kitchen as well as Lupin. They were both holding her by the elbows and she concluded that she would be on the ground if it wasn't for them. She also noticed the shattered plates on the floor that she had dropped.

"Are you okay??" Harry asked. She looked into Ginny's panic stricken face.

"I'm fine." She muttered. Her head still hurt but not as much as before.

"It's just a headache...I think I must be sick or something" She lied to all of them. "I'm just going to go lie down." She left quickly and went back to the room before they could say another word.

Afterwards Lupin and Harry helped Ginny to finish the last of the cleaning. The last plate was put into the cupboard when Oliver Wood walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Harry" Said Wood walking up to him.

"Wood?" Harry said wondering if it was really Wood he was looking at. "Its great to see you." he finally muttered.

"I know it's been so long...and now you're all grown up." He said pretending to tear.

"Shut up." He said hitting on the arm "What are you doing here?"

"Actually, I joined the order of the Phoenix, I figured it's time I do my duty."

At this time, in came Ron, George and Fred. They greeted Harry and talked for a while. (About quidditch.) Ginny went upstairs and Lupin had left to meet Arthur somewhere.

"Well you better get unpacked" Ron finally suggested.

"Oh, right." said Harry "I'm just going to put my trunk upstairs"

"Here we'll help you unpack" said Wood taking out his wand. He preformed a simple levitating spell and trunk floated up the stairs as they followed behind it. Harry was at the rear.

All the feeling had come back to him when he entered the manor, all the memories. Being in Sirius's house was too much. He felt sick. He told himself that he could handle it but it was harder than he thought. So he put on what was a semblance of a smile and pretended to look happy and it seemed to be working. After he was settled in they all decided to play quidditch. Harry told them that he was tired and they could go on without him. So as soon as he was alone he stopped faking his attitude. The truth was, this was hard for him. He was still trying to let go, and he's in a house where every thing reminds him of his God Father.

Hermione was in her room when Ginny came in.

"Whats Wrong?" she said.

"What?" Hermione replied.

"Youre not sick."

"OH- Hermione remembered what she told her. Sick? What in the world was she thinking? But it was too late to change it now.

"Tell me." Ginny insisted. "You know you can tell me anything."

"Im really not sure what happened." She stated plain in simple.

"What do you mean?"

"All I know is that my head hurt and I saw ...... it was like blackness? Hermione said unsure she even believed herself, but she continued anyways. "I kept getting this feeling that something bad is going to happen...and I can't deny the fact that this happened when I saw Harry." She admitted.

Ginny looked at her but was silent. "You know you don't have to believe me"

"No, I do." She said trying, but failing to reassure Hermione that she did in fact believe her. "What do you mean when you say something bad is going to happen?"

"I don't know, it's just a feeling" she replied

"Okay... Ginny said slowly. She was silent again.

"You're right, why would I?" Hermione said interrupting the silence.

"What?"

"I said you're right"

"What are you talking about?"

"You just said there's no reason why I would be making any of this up. And I said you're right." She gave Ginny a why wouldn't you remember this, you just said it a minute ago look.

"I didn't say anything."

"What? But I heard you—

"I thought it," she interrupted, "as in to my self, but I never said anything.

"Come again?" Said Hermione, in disbelief.

"I was thinking that in my head, but-

"No"...she said thinking wildly, there had to be a logical explination, " we just know each other so well that we can-or maybe you said it out loud but just forgot-

"Hermione! Don't your understand what this means?"

"What? No, I-

"You can read minds!" She had a wide grin on her face.

"Ginny are you insaine?"

"Well, try it again then."

"What?"

"Come on, just try it."

"No" Hermione refused to believe that she had just become telepathic. "Stop it Ginny, I'm not going to try it...but her voice trailed off as she noticed Ginny's lips weren't moving. She stared at her the whole time, hearing Ginny telling her to try it again, but not actually seeing her say it.

"Ginny I'm not..." but she never finished her sentence.

"You did it again" she said with a smile. "This is so cool!"

"Look," Hermione stated gathering up her wits. I don't think we should jump to any conclusions that—

"Of Course we should!" "But it still doesn't explain what happened to me in the kitchen." Hermione exclaimed.

So?

"Ginny!"

"Fine" She said agreeing with her.

"Ugh" Hermione got up and tried to walk around but failed. "I'm getting a headache again." She said finally.

"Who is it?" said Ginny

"Its Wood, were all going to play quidditch."

"Ooo, great lets go."

"Ginny," Said Hermione

"Urgh, fine, you guys go, we'll be down in a minute."

"You're fine now right? Ginny asked her. "So lets take a break and figure this out later. Okay? And plus how do we even know that your telepathy is connected to whatever happened to you in the kitchen?"

"Fine, I guess you're right. You go ahead, I don't really like quidditch anyways."

Ginny and Wood and Ron were on one team and Fred and George on the other. Wood's team led by 20 points. Hermione was watching through her window, when Mrs. Weasley came in.

"Dear? You have a phone call."

"We have a phone?"

Yes its down stairs, and another one in the next room. Why don't you take it in there.

"Oh, okay." Hermione went out into the hallway just as Harry was just coming out of his room. He tried to push all feelings aside when he spotted her but Hermione had already seen the pained expression on his face.

"How come you're not playing quidditch?" Hermione asked with a smile.

"Just tired I guess" he answered.

"Well I'm glad you could make it."

"Oh, you heard about my uncle. Yeah, I don't think I'll have to worry about him for a while." They both smiled, but after a while it got silent.

"So how are you?" Hermione finally asked.

"Me? I'm fine." He tried to smile he did but it didn't work. Before he knew what she was doing Hermione wrapped her arms around him in a hug. Harry didn't know what else to do except to put his arms around Hermione and hug her back. For some reason he felt better. "If you ever wanna talk I'm here" she said letting go.

"Thanks, are you sure you're alright?" Harry asked wondering about what happened in the kitchen.

"I'm fine Harry, you don't have to worry." She said turning to go as Harry proceeded downstairs.

Hermione entered the other room and spotted the phone on the table next to the window. She wondered who would be calling her here, not many people knew the number. The phone was very old fashioned. Then numbers were in a circle and you had to rotate the spinner to dial. She picked up the dusty receiver, that looked like it hadn't been used in ages and held it up to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey." Said a voice.

"Victor," she said with a sigh of relief. "How did you get this number?"

"You're parents told me."

"Oh, right. Well what do you want to talk about? There's so much to catch up on. I really—

"Look Hermione," he interrupted, "I didn't vweally call just to...catch up. Vwee need to talk."

Her four not most favorite words.

"What do you mean?" she asked cautiously.

"I just think that... vwell us...vwee aren't..."

"Victor?"

"Hermione... it's just not going to vwork out."

"What?" She stated in disbelief, yet she was half expecting it.

"Just let me explain before you speak." He took her silence for a yes and continued. "Your never around, and vwe don't spend that much time together. The long distance makes dis relationship really hard."

"I'm never around?"

"You know I can't stay in vwon place all the time, I have to play. I can't be tied down in vwon place just for you."

"So, just all of a sudden, you're dumping me with a phone call!?? Am I that much of a burden?"

"I 'm sorry Her-

"I can't believe you! It's hard for me too you know and if your trying to blame this all me to make yourself feel better, then you're not the guy I thought you were Victor. You're a loser." She added coldly hanging up the phone. She thought calling him a name would make her self feel better but it didn't.

She ran to her room and buried her face in her pillow and gave a muffled scream. She told herself she wasn't going to cry but the tears came anyways.

Ron, Fred, George, Wood and Ginny all came in at a quarter to 9:00. George and Ron played chess. While Fred and Ginny teamed up against Wood to play exploding snaps. Harry came in later after finishing some leftovers in the kitchen to take Ginny's place when she went up stairs.

Hermione had stopped crying, and now she was just lying on her bed angry. She turned her head into her pillow, screamed then picked it up and threw it as hard as she could at the window. At the same time everything in the room shifted over 2 ft. The cups spilled over the table, so did the flower vases, and all the books and papers were knocked to the floor. Hermione stood there in amazement.

"Hermione! Are you okay?" Said Ginny rushing in the room. "What happened!?"

"I dunno," she said staring at everything around her.

End of chapter one.

Okay so what did you think of this chapter?? Did it seem like I rushed into everything?? Was it too short?? Long?? Please review!!! I really want to know what you think!! Even if it is bad.

So, Keep reading!!! There's much in store for our young friends yet, hehehe ;). Now let me explain Hermione's powers. Besides telepathy, she develops two more powers, you'll just have to wait and find out. And if you're wondering what happened to her in the kitchen it is connected to her telepathy. So don't worry it will all be explained in later chapters! (Her head hurts, because she can't control her telepathy, and the pain will get steadily worse, if she doesn't learn how to control it. Now we don't want that to happen now do we? hehehe ;). I apologize if this chapter was boring but it does get interesting later. This is my first fanfic. Also I apologize if the character's don't talk correctly, because I'll admit I'm American so I don't know exactly how British people speak.

Okay now for some news, I have just gotten word from a friend of mine who is a Harry Potter freak that Daniel Radcliffe and Emma Watson are dating in real life! But don't take my word for it I could be wrong. Okay, it's late and I have to sleep now. ::yawn:: I'll update soon. I already finished the chapter before hand so I just have to edit it. Bye-Bye.