Let's see what happened to Hermione.

Hogwarts and all belong to JK Rowling. I just scooped them up for a time.


Edalocca Island

Chapter Two

Secret Dreams

Hermione broke free of the jungle like forest that was a part of her new home, not caring where she ended up. How stupid could she be? If she had been at school, that question would have never left her lips! But it had, and she could never take it back. She had ruined what time of peace she might have had learning from her Potions Master things the rest of her year would never had known.

She ruined her hopes of dreams coming true as well. But, then again, she was good at that. Even if she hadn't liked him, Vicktor would have married her years earlier. She could have been a wife and mother and safe from the war. It isn't like she couldn't have learned to care about the guy more than as a friend. Besides, she was a filthy beast in the eyes of all Wizards. None would take her, so she'd never be a mum.

She sat under a tree, knowing she had the day to fix a shelter or even find a cave for the night. It was a good thing that her parents had taught her about survival after they learned about the war. She leaned back and thought about them. She wondered if they were looking down on her from heaven at that moment.

Then she though of what her bed might have been like in that beautiful villa. NO! She wouldn't let her thoughts stray to there.

She shut her eyes and let the tears run freely. He friends were dead, she had no idea if Harry was able to end the war or if Voldemort won, and everyone else most likely had she and the Potions Master declared dead. While the truth was the two of them were very much alive and the man still hated her.

Hermione swallowed hard at that thought. She would end up alone the rest of her life. Well, that was what her kind deserved it seemed. The far away rumbling only then caught her senses.

Opening her eyes, Hermione was stunned at how close the storm clouds were. Before, the sky had been sunny. Now it was quickly filling with thunderheads.

"I had better find shelter for the night and worry about creating a permanent space to live in later." Hermione spoke to herself, but received an answer from another just the same. /You could always go back to the villa./

Godric Gryffindor sat beside her, with a worried look on his face. Hermione shook her head. "It would be too painful. Besides, he doesn't want me here."

/That is where you are wrong, child. But, I will not argue with you. It is not safe for you to remain here in your emotional state./

"I don't understand." Hermione looked at the even more worried founder of her house.

/The storm is not a true storm. It is the affect of your wild magic. You are creating a rift in the spell that is preventing your transport to the place that would have been your death. You wish to leave this place, but we cannot stop the affects for much longer./

Hermione sobbed out. "He doesn't want me here! God, I love him so much! Being here hurts so bad because I know that he would rather have anyone here but me."

Godric was worried. Her power was increasing with her grief, but he could do little to change the young woman's perception – only that stubborn Slytherin could. How much like his house' founder this Severus Snape was.

The wind began to pick up and the water told of the disturbance growing. Thunder growled and lightning began to flash as rain began to fall. All of this only served to intensify Hermione's grief and pain. The escalating wind chilled until she began to shiver.

She got up to seek out shelter from the storm, but then it began to dump icy fat drops on her. This was when Hermione realized that she was in danger. Suddenly she understood that her life was on the line. Hermione did not want to die, but she knew when she was not wanted. What could she do to protect herself and make him happy?

She looked over at her house's founder, but the grief on his face told her the truth clearly.

Godric shut his eyes. /I can do nothing, dear. It has gone too far now./

Hermione shut her eyes in acceptance, but she wasn't ready to simply give up either. Living in a cave or a hut rather than the beautiful villa, she could live with. But, what if the Professor got hurt and needed her?

/How would you know that if you remain only to avoid him, child/ Godric asked.

The fear grew in her as Hermione felt the winds tug on her body. "Please, I want to stay. I'll go back if you want!"

Godric shook his head in regret. /There is nothing I can do child. It is in his hands now, his and yours./

Then the winds gained in strength. It got to where Hermione was lifted off her feet. She barely got a firm hold of a palm branch in time, but she was completely horizontal and losing her grip steadily. The branch started to cut into the skin of her palm as the winds tugged all the harder at her body.

She wept at the loss of peace. She had caused this, and couldn't stop it. Her pain was so deep. "He doesn't want me here, he hates me!"

/How is it that you can be so certain of this, child/

"He has always hated me!" Hermione sobbed out in grief as much as she did from the pure physical pain that was shooting up her arms.

/Why/

"Because I'm a mudblood and Harry's friend." Hermione groaned as the pull on her body grew.

/If that is so, why do you allow it to upset you/

Hermione felt so faint. She could barely whisper out, "because I love him so much," before she passed out.

Subconsciously her body struggled against the storm by holding tighter to the branch. She would not last much longer.