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Hey all you guys, I hope you like my new story so far. I forgot to tell you that I have started a new story with my friend Embers. It is really good, so go and read it. Just look Embers up and its called Blood Stories.

Ch1: Arriving

Hermione looked out the window and saw a flush of green surrounding her. She gasped, how was she to know that Ireland would be so… Green! Hills and farms with small children came into view. How pleasant their lives must be here, Hermione mused.

Just then, the train came to an abrupt halt.

"Everybody off," the train master called. Hermione gathered her things and slowly walked towards the front of the train. Just when she was about to step off, the train master called,

"Hey, you! Are you here all by yourself?"

"Why yes, is there something wrong?" Hermione answered as polite as can be. But inside her head was rushing. What if they don't let me go? What if I'm to young?

"Naa… Nothings wrong. I just think that traveling by yourself, to this country, is the best way to experiment it, that all." he finished and Hermione let out that she didn't know she was holding.

Hermione looked around, there was supposed to be a car to pick her up. She suddenly spotted it and took her things to it.

"Are you Herm-mini?" a voice with a rough accent asked her.

"It's Hermione, and yes, I am." She politely smiled and got into the car while the driver put her things in the trunk. Sitting in the back while the driver, (she later learned that name was Vinny), cruised up the cobble-stone streets, she wished for the company of her bird. She knew she would apparate and pick up her owl later, but she was suddenly aware of how lonely she was.

Vinny pulled the car into a "u" shaped parking lot, and opened Hermione's door.

"We're here." He said, as Hermione looked around. It looked like a castle straight out of the Middle Ages, she mused. Then she followed Vinny up the hotel stairs and into her room.

"Is that all, Miss Hermione," Vinny asked, after he had made sure she and all her things were comfortable with the room.

"Call me Hermione, and no thank you."

"Your welcome… Hermione," Vinny smiled and left.

As soon as she was settled and had taken a long shower, she left to go get her bird. She was back in five minutes with her owl. She placed the bird on the window and laid on the bed. She had meant to get comfortable and read, but within a half hour she was fast asleep. She took no notice of the small green figure, sitting beside her sleeping bird, watching her.

Deep in the forest, there was a Queen; A Queen of Fairies. She was a gracious, kind, and beautiful queen. Her name was Tatiana. Tatiana ruled all the mystical creatures of Ireland, including the leprechauns.

"Where's Lucky?" She impatiently asked her councilor.

"I don't know, You Highness," stammered her councilor.

"What do you mean, you don't know. I specifically asked you to watch him!" cried the queen.

"I'll go find him," and with that, her councilor left.

"Huh…" she sighed, Lucky was one leprechaun that she couldn't keep a hold on. Always getting into things, always making mischief, she thought, what am I going to do? Five minutes later, her councilor came back, a struggling Lucky in his arms. As he put Lucky down her councilor explained,

"I found him on the window sill of the old Fergus Hotel."

"And what were you doing there?" Tatiana questioned.

"I was watching this girl. I think she's a witch. She just arrived, I wasn't doing anything harm. I promise, just having a bit of fun. Watching her, is all…" Lucky pleaded.

"And why were you watching her instead of being where you were supposed to be?" Tatiana, now very annoyed, asked.

"I don't know… She looked kind of interesting." Lucky smiled.

"Well…" Tatiana sighed. True he had done her no harm, she couldn't punish him for only looking.

"Well, leave her alone. She's still a human, whether she's a witch or not." Tatiana stated, then left.

"Leave her alone, my ass! I'm gonna have some fun!" Lucky playfully muttered

Hermione awoke to the sun beaming across her face. Groaning, she turned over. After ten minutes of trying to get back to sleep, she finally got up. As she turned on the water and stepped into the shower, her brain started to function. What am I going to do first? She mused as the hot water slid over her tan skin. She got out, her question still unanswered. She pushed it out of her mind and ordered some food. After a feast of pancakes and eggs, she finally answered her own question; She would go to the old ruins of the many castles in Ireland. She had always wanted to see them. Funny, she mused, why hadn't she thought to go to them before? Because,, a voice told her, you had always dreamed to see them with Ron.

Ron, she sighed, how she missed him. She had felt guilty writing that letter to him. It wasn't like she was betraying him by going off alone to the place where they had always dreamed to go together… She knew it wasn't her fault she was here, it had been a surprise, but for some reason she felt traces of guilt spread through her. Enough! She told herself, this trip is for me, and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it!

With this in mind, she got dressed, and left. She slowly made her way to all the castles she could find. By the last castle, she had lost track of all the names. All the other castles were filled with excitement and joy, but this last castle had a calming effect on her. She visited all of it with careful consideration, then headed out to her favorite place in every castle; the garden.

The garden was well kept, with flowers, (particularly roses), surrounding its walls. Hermione sat down and began to run her hands through the patch of three-leafed clovers she was sitting nearby.

"Oh, I wish I didn't have to go back," she thought out loud,

"I know I just got here, but I don't want to ever leave. All those responsibilities…" she let her voice trail as her hands came upon a dainty four-leafed clover.

"Oh!" she cried,

"Good luck!" She reminded herself, as she pulled it from the ground and smiled.

In the distance, someone else smiled.

"This is going to be fun," he laughed, and then with a snap of his fingers, he was gone.