Author's Notes: Here's my new fic. Dangabit, I am writing fics non-stop these days. Must be the Holiday season, hehe. I got the idea for this fic yesterday and I just had to make something of it. If you've read the summary, you prolly know what it's going to be about.

Anyways, I do hope you'll like it. Please tell me WHATEVER you think about it. You'll get a shout-out in the next part. One love.

Disclaimer: The story is mine and only mine. JKR's are Harry, Hermione, Ron, Lavender, Patil etc. You get the idea.

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Back to the Past Life

by Milka-Weasley

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Part One - The Persuasion

"Merry Christmas!" called a blonde girl cheerfully, as she met Hermione Granger in the main street of Hogsmeade.

"Merry Christmas, Lavender!" replied Hermione, smiling. "Something very nice has happened, judging by the size of your grin…"

"Ahhh." Lavender answered and nodded. "You really have a gift for Divination. I still don't understand why you've dropped that class…"

Hermione shook her head, as she tried to form an answer that wouldn't offend her. Everybody knew Lavender Brown and her best friend Parvati Patil adored those lessons. Hermione, on the contrary, thoutgh they were a bunch of bullsh… nonsense.

"Let's just say I believe in more precise magic."

Lavender stared for a second and then shrugged. "Well, anyways, that is kind of the reason why I'm grinning."

"How d'you mean?" asked Hermione, raising an eyebrow.

"See that cottage across?" whispered Lavender in awe, as she showed Hermione a rusty old shack straight ahead. "It's the house of an old Gipsy woman. She's quite extraordinary, I'm telling you. I was there this morning and Patil's still inside. The woman is still talking about her past life… seems like Par didn't live as happily I did – she used to be a Muggle supporter and it didn't bring her any good… I, on the contrary, lived in a big castle in Denmark in my previous life, can you believe it?"

"Previous life?" said Hermione with a disparaging sneer. "Sounds like fun."

"Ooh, it's so much more than fun!" responded Lavender and then cautiously lowered her voice. "The Gipsy also told me about my future. I mustn't get near the wells and dark places, she said."

Hermione gave her best not to say anything dispraising, so she remained quiet.

"Will you give it a try?" smiled Lavender.

"Hmmm?"

"The fortune-telling. And past lives. You said it sounded like much fun!"

"Ahm, well," Hermione muttered as she tried to find a good reason not to go there. "I need to meet Harry and Ron in about fifteen minutes in Three Broomsticks, so I don't think that…"

"But, there's Patil," exclaimed Lavender pointing at Parvati who was going towards them. "so she must be already done! It doesn't take a lot of time. C'mon, Hermione! You aren't…" Lavender paused dramatically. "terrified of what you may hear, are you?"

Hermione laughed. "'Course not!"

"Then?" poked Lavender.

Hermione took a deep breath, thinking if it was about time to say something that might get Lavender angry.

"Hello girls!" said Patil as she met Hermione and Lavender.

"So… how did it go?" Lavender widened her eyes in excitement and curiosity, obviously forgetting that she needed to continue convincing Hermione.

"Quite well in the end. I married a pure-blood and was forgiven for all of my past misbehaviours." Patil responded cheerfully.

"Fabulous!" Lavender said honestly.

Hermione smirked. "It always ends well, doesn't it?"

"It doesn't have to." protested Patil. "Have you already gone there?"

"I'm persuading her to do it." Lavender said earnestly.

"Scared, right?" nodded Parvati understandingly. "I was kind of too. But believe me, it's not as scary as it sounds. It's an amazing experience!"

Hermione sighed. "I am not scared, but I don't wanna do it, okay?"

Parvati and Brown exchanged suspicious looks.

"Only the ones who can't face it, don't try it." added Parvati.

Hermione sighed again, realizing that the only way to show she didn't find it horrid, was to go to that bloody Gipsy woman.

"Alright, fine," she finally gave in. "I'll go, but I will never understand how you've made me do it."

Lavender and Parvati chuckled confidently and shook each other's hands. "We're so good. We really are."

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Part Two - The Gypsy Woman

Hermione stood in front of the shabby doors as she was having a second thought.

Why was she doing this? Because of two… fanatics? To prove she was not scared? Well, she wouldn't be in Gryffindor if she was scared. But then again, how come she wasn't entering the cottage? Could it be that, even though she didn't believe in anything like past lives and telling future, she still didn't feel comfortable?

No, she refused to admit that, so she pushed the door and entered a darkened room.

Hermione saw a small round table in the center with a cyan stellar table cloth stretched across it. Unavoidably, there were also a crystal ball, many cards and loads of smalls candles floating in the air. Suddenly, mildly flashing words appeared in front of Hermione, saying:

"Take a seat."

Hermione muttered in her chin something like: "You could just tell me to do it, no need for the special effects…" but she sat down.

As soon as she did that, an old dark tanned woman materialized on the side of the table.

"Welcome, miss Granger." she said in a mystical voice.

Hermione thought how the woman must have gotten a list of Hogwarts students with their pictures from Dumbledore.

"Er, thanks."

"Give me your hands."

Hermione wanted to comment about the woman already having her own hands and that she couldn't see why she'd need Hermione's too, but she suppressed the will for sarcasm and placed her hands in the old woman's.

"Close your eyes and try to free you mind from any thoughts."

Hermione really didn't want to free her mind, but caught herself doing it. Suddenly, she realized that without the constant thinking, she felt so much… lighter.

"Good." Hermione heard the Gypsy whispering. "Now, let's go back to the time when you led the most interesting life… Is it the 20th century? No… Was it earlier? Yes… I can feel it.. Yes… It's the 19th century… and it is far far away from here… Yes… When I count to five, miss Granger, you shall open your eyes and find yourself in America, in year 1866, right in the middle of the Wild West."

Hermione wanted to laugh at this, but she wasn't able to.

"1…"

Her mind couldn't do it.

"2…"

Instead, she felt everything starts spinning so quickly and as though she wasn't sitting any more.

"3…"

The Gypsy's voice was getting farther and Hermione was almost positive she was floating somewhere in the mid-air.

"4…"

She wasn't even sure if the woman was counting any more.

"5…"

Hermione suddenly felt solid ground beneath her legs. There was a moment of silence before hearing a loud sound of neighing and galloping. She swallowed a dumpling and decided to open her eyes.

Even though Hermione was still unwilling to admit something had happened, she knew that she was definitely not inside the Gypsy's cottage any more.

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