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Prologue

Hermione Granger was walking along talking to her best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They were all in their seventh, and final, year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ron, the tallest of the trio, had bright red hair and freckles, the Weasley family's trademark. Harry, possibly the most famous teenage wizard alive, had messy, dark hair and stunningly green eyes. He had become famous when he had defeated the darkest wizard in a century, Lord Voldemort. Hermione, the brains and recently beauty of the group, had long, flowing brown hair, which she had recently straightened. Her bookworm looks had long gone and she was now barely recognisable as the same little girl who had begun an education at Hogwarts.

"So, Hermione, what're you doing tonight?" asked Ron as they walked around the lake.

"I'm going to the library to get the essay for Lupin done tonight. After that, not a lot." She answered, thinking about the roll of parchment long homework they had been set earlier that morning. Professor Remus Lupin had been their favourite Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher since they had had him in their third year. He had resigned after the school had found out about his secret. He was a werewolf and so became a wolf once a month on the full moon. Now, he was back as the parents had no problem with a great teacher as Lord Voldemort was back.

"Speaking of, I'd better be going if I'm going to get it done before it gets dark. See you guys later!" Hermione walked off, cheerfully at the prospect of getting homework done so she could relax and do some personal reading at the weekend.

As she walked up the stairs to the library, she thought she could hear whispering behind her. She spun around, yet saw no-one there. As she opened the door, she definitely heard a girl giggling. She decided it was nothing and walked through the doors. She walked through the aisles until she had found what she was looking for. "Defending," she muttered. "Which one will have the most on defending against unknown curses? She ran her fingers along the spines of the dusty book. For the third time that afternoon, she heard a noise behind her. She turned around, and what she saw shocked her. Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode and Blaise Zabini were standing, wands drawn, looking at her as though she were a piece of dirt. Zabini was holding what looked like "Harry's invisibility cloak," Hermione muttered staring at it.

"It's Potter's, is it?" Parkinson asked. "Is that why we found it by the half-breed's hut?"

"Forget about it," Bulstrode told her. "Anyway, Granger, we found a piece of paper, in our common room, when it just fluttered out of nowhere. We decided to try it out, but we couldn't find a test-subject. Well, now we have. On the count of three. One… two… three…"

After the final number, they all cried "Commuto Tempus!"

Hermione felt herself being pulled apart by an invisible hand. She couldn't take the discomfort anymore and fell to the ground.

The next morning, Hermione Granger woke up feeling perfectly normal, if not slightly fatigued. Her room mate was humming cheerfully to herself, and Hermione mentally thanked her for waking her up when she did. She pulled the curtains from around her four-poster bed.

"Good morning Hermione!"

"Hi, Lily."


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