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Thoughts

"speech"

'parseltongue'

"flashback"

Chapter 2: Beginnings

June 30, 1996 11:30pm

It was a world of complete darkness and in all of the darkness there was but one thing, a small girl of about 5'4" with bushy golden brown hair and chocolate brown almond shaped eyes, set in a heart shaped face, the girl while being dressed very tomboyish like, was in fact very beautiful and extremely smart. This girl could be very bossy at times but only for the best of other people, this girl also followed the rules to the letter except when she felt that they would only get in the way of the better good. But right now she was confused, she knew this was a dream and yet she also knew that it wasn't. She didn't know what to do or the purpose of her being here, but somehow she sensed that it had to do with Ree, she didn't know why, but she knew she was correct.

As her thoughts went to Harry she heard a deep voice resonate from around her.

"Thou hath been chosen, a great journey lays before ye, many trials and dangerous lay before ye, but also great knowledge and friendship, it is thyne choice to embark on this journey or not." The voice, it came from everywhere yet nowhere, it came from the darkness, yet it was not part of the darkness. Thinking about what it had said, and somehow knowing that it was important she decided to ask some questions.

"Does this have to do with Harry?" The brown haired girl asked hoping that the voice would answer.

"Aye" It answered in its deep rumbling voice.

"If I chose to go will I be able to help him?"

"That is the purpose." She knew she didn't need to think about it, as long as she could be there for him and help him, she would do anything. He meant everything to her, and she would prove herself to him, she would be there, she would always be there for him, as she had vowed she would since she first met him, and even before then.

"Then I chose to accept." She answered.

"So be it"

With those words the darkness receded and the girl fell into a peaceful sleep, having a dream that she had not had in a long time, it was the oldest she could remember but she knew she had had dreams of this kid since she had been born. But she also hadn't had the dreams since she was ten years old.

It was the house she remembered from when she was little, it had two floors. There was always the big man and the bony woman, sometimes the small fat boy who looked like the man, but what always got her attention was the small boy with the green eyes. The boy looked to be around 4 years of age, but she somehow knew that he was her age; she knew the boy was almost seven years old. His clothing made him seem smaller than he already was.

"Boy!" The man shouted, "Get in here now!" As she watched a small cupboard under the stairs opened and the small boy came out. He walked up to the man looking scared at the sight of the man's anger and replied in a small scared voice, "Yes uncle?" At which the man slapped the small boy with so much force that the boy flew across the room and into the wall.

"Don't take that voice with me, you worthless thing! You will do what I say and you will address me as sir!" He shouted at the small frightened child, who was holding back his tears for fear of being hit again. "Get up boy and start cooking us breakfast!" he shouted once more as the woman threw a pan at the small boy that hit him in his chest sending him back to the floor, which caused the fat man to laugh, as he saw it happen above the newspaper he had begun to read.

The little boy slowly got up and went to the stove and started cooking some eggs, how he did it she did not know since the boys head didn't even reach the top of the stove so he couldn't see what he was doing. As she watched the boy put his hand on the stove and burned it, when he screamed in pain the woman just hit him and told him to shut up, because he deserved to be burnt for being so worthless. As she walked to where the boy was, she saw the tears in his eyes because of the pain. But she also saw something else; she saw the translucent form of her almost seven year old self where she had been standing when she had originally seen this dream. She could see herself saying comforting things to the boy. When the boy finished cooking the large man immediately grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and lifting him up carried him to the door of the cupboard and proceeded to open it and throw the kid inside and locked it behind himself after saying, "Stay in there until we need you again, you waste of human life."

She saw her younger translucent self head to the cupboard and through the door, where she could hear the boy crying. As she made her way over she could hear her younger self talking to him. And was very surprised at what she heard herself call the boy.

"Don't worry Ree, I'll find away to get you away from them I'll make sure you're happy. I pwomise you, I'll always be here for you, but I don't know how to come to you except in my dweams." Her younger self spoke worried about the boy, yet at the same time frustrated that she did not know where the boy lived so she could help him more. She saw her younger self holding the boy in her arms somehow able to touch him, even while she could not touch anything else. "Why do they hate me so much, Nee? What did I do? Am I so bad that they hate me? Is that why my parents left me too?" The boy asked her younger self between sobs.

Distancing herself a bit from the boy her younger self grabbed the hand he had burned and closed her eyes. The hand began to glow until the burn had been completely healed. "No, Ree, you're a good person I know it, they're just bad people and I don't know what happened to your mom and dad. I love you Ree, and I'll always be here for you, I pwomise you, forever I'll always be here for you." At this the small boy smiled for the first time that Hermione could think of and replied, "I love you too, Nee. And I'm sowwy for ignoring you before, but if I had said anything to you in front of them, they would have beaten me like last time, and hurts so much when he does."

"I know Ree, don't worry." She replied, "Will you be ok? I feel myself waking up and won't be able to stay here for longer with you." As she said this she once again grabbed the boy in a hug. "I'll be ok, Nee. You'll keep coming, right?" he asked the last in a fearful voice. "Of course Ree, I will never leave you, no matter what."

She hadn't remember the conversation, she remembered having the dreams but nothing more, and as she looked at the small boy she realized that somehow she had gone to visit her best friend Harry Potter, when they were still small. She had forgotten all of this, but now, she remembered the others. She even remembered telling her parents about the green eyed boy that needed her help, they had thought it had been an imaginary friend of hers.

And as Hermione Granger remembered all the childhood she had spent with Harry, all the suffering he had gone through with only her there for him, she cried. Even her body asleep as it was let the tears flow for her sadness. When she finally woke up, she would not remember this dream, nor the knowledge of the others that had come back.

Darkness all around, everywhere, he was used to it by now, after so many years of being pushed into the darkness for 3 nights every month. But he could sense that it was different this time, and besides it was not the full moon. The man in the darkness, looked to be around 50 years old, but in reality was only a few months over 36, he had brown hair prematurely streaked with grey and amber color eyes. He stood an even 6 feet tall and had an air of calmness around him, you could tell that this was a man that did not let many thing bother him, but he also held a deep secret, one he'd carried since he was 3 years old, and that was that he was a werewolf, he suffered from lycanthropy and had ever since his entire family had been killed by the wolf that bit him all those years ago, he was the only survivor. When he had gone to Hogwarts he gained a new family but had lost that family to betrayal. Two of them he believed he lost to a man he had considered a brother, the same man that he had believed took his third friend, only to find out years later that the man had been innocent and his third friend was the real traitor, and was still alive, but now they were all dead, all but the traitor and him, but there was another, a boy he considered his own son, even if he hadn't seen him much in the last years. This was the son of his first two friends the ones who had hated each other for many years before falling in love, the ones he lost first. But know he had only two purposes in life, he lived for the boy and to get revenge for his friends, that was all that kept him alive, he'd do anything for that boy. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a voice that came from the darkness, yet it wasn't part of the darkness.

"Thou art chosen, to help the chosen one in his quest, many perils lay before ye, yet at the end of this journey, freedom unknown to ye for many years shall be found, thou can chose to stay or to help, it is thy choice." Thinking about what was said he had only one question to confirm his suspicion, and if it were confirmed it would not be a matter of him wanting to help, but that no one had better try and stop him from helping.

"Is the Chosen one Harry?" He asked, even if he knew the answer.

"He is."

"Then no question should be asked, I'd do anything for him. I'll do all I can."

"It is thy choice, thou has chosen, may it be as ye asks." And the voice was gone, all that remained was the darkness from whence it had come, yet it was not part off. Remus Lupin fell in to a deep sleep for the first time in many years, happy that he would finally be able to help the person he considered to be his son. What he failed to realize was that he was no longer in his bedroom at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.

June 31, 1996 12:05am Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

It was a small room filled with many strange contraptions, and in the middle of this room sat a man behind a desk. This man appeared to be very old, and was wearing a blue robe with stars. This old man was considered the most powerful wizard in the world and yet here he sat in his office with his head bowed down and tears leaking from his eyes. This man Albus Dumbledore had not cried in over one hundred and fifty years, yet for the last three weeks since the semester had ended he'd cried at least once a day.

"Harry if you only knew, I did it for you, I thought it was for the best" He mumbled softly. "I do know how it feels, to have a prophesy over you, to lose your parents, and everyone else you love, I know how it all feels. I was just being a foolish old man, wanting to give you a childhood, like I was not aloud."

"He stood there stunned; he didn't know what to do. There in front of him where his house stood just this morning there was nothing but a pile of rubble and fire. His entire family dead he was alone, he was just 7 years old, what could he do. At that moment he heard crying over the flames, it was over by the side of the house

There he found his baby brother wrapped up in a blanket, charmed with a cushioning charm probably as it was thrown out the window in a desperate attempt to save his life. He picked him up and went back to look once more at the Dumbledore Manor, now nothing but a pile of rubble. At that point he saw the message written in the air, "This is the fate of those who defy Lord Marious, all who stand in our way shall meet the same fate."

That had happened so long ago, almost two hundred years, but he still remembered it.

"It was the third week of his third year at Hogwarts and he'd been held back by his divination teacher, how he regretted taking that subject because he'd thought it be easy, he'd been right but it was nothing but lies, there was no such thing as divination. The teacher probably knew he'd invented all his answers.

"Mr. Dumbledore, if you do not do your work with more seriousness, I will be forced to give you deten…" As he watched knowing what she would say as she had said it many times before, he was surprised when she stopped speaking and when he looked he saw that his teacher had a glazed look in her eyes, "Madam Cassandra?" He asked using her first name as she insisted they do. He was surprised when she started speaking in a very raspy voice that was not her own.

"He that hath no home…

Shall great things do…

One he will live through…

The second an old friend had been…

The third he will defeat…

And save both wizard and muggle world…

The fourth from ancient family shall come…

To be defeated by a child…

For this one he will blame himself…

Many mistakes he shall do…

The fourth shall return at the fourteenth year of the Child of Fate…

In the end to be saved by the one with the Lightning bolt shaped scar…

A long time will he live…

Before his path shall cross with the one that shall not die…

To him shall he teach all that he knows…

In the end he will die through a curse by the so called Voldemort…

Centuries from now, at the end of his first great adventure…

The wise one will finally rest…

The world left in the hands of the Child of Fate…

So shall live and die…

The last of the Dumbledore line…""

He still remembered that day, how could he not. He had lived through Marius, then through Rothen who had been a friend at Hogwarts. The third he knew had been Grindelwald and he had indeed defeated him. Now it was the time of the fourth Voldemort, he had already been defeated by the child, and had come back. He didn't know how long he left, but he knew that he would do anything to make Harry happy, even if he didn't live to see the end of this war, he would prepare Harry for it, it was all he could do to make amends.

"I promise you Harry, I will make things better."

I've always been a light sleeper, you know with the nightmares and everything, not to mention my sweet loving family…wow, even Snape would be proud of that sarcasm there. But then again when u fall to the ground and wake up in the middle of a field, I think it's a sure sign that something's gone wrong, or that I'm crazier than I thought.

There he was one small boy that looked years younger than he actually was, he was standing in a grass field that at one side had a lake, at another there was a forest and mountains at the other side, the remaining one was a plain, and as far as you could see there was nothing in any direction.

The boy decided to check what he had with himself and was pleased to find that he still had his wand with him, in his back pocket, which of course brought Moody's voice to mind ""Don't put your wand there, boy!" roared Moody. "What if it ignited? Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know!" "Who d'you know who's lost a buttock?" the violet-haired woman asked Mad-Eye interestedly."He chuckled to himself as he remembered his first meeting with Tonks at summer last year.

After looking around his vicinity once more and seeing nothing he decided to look around, but cursed to himself after not even moving one foot because he hit something hard on the ground. Looking to the ground to see what he had hit he was surprised to find Godric Gryffindor sword there, he recognized it, even if it was in a scabbard, but then he noticed that it wasn't like he remembered it in second year, it looked like it had in the dream he'd had the night before and could finally remember.

Picking it up, he was once again surprised at how light it was, and with nothing else to do with it, he buckled it up with the leather belt it had attached to the scabbard. And once more set of to see what he could find.

I know there was a journey involved but this is ridiculous! Where am I? There's nothing here……calm down Granger. Keep your head. You have your wand, and if the dream was something to go by, you have to find Harry.

She looked around herself to find that she was in plain, to her side there was a lake, a mountain in the other, and a forest in the distance, if she could get on top of the mountain she could probably see for a far greater distance, and so it was in that direction that she headed. She did not know what she would find, but she did know that she would do all she could for Harry, no matter what. Looking upwards once more before setting off, she saw a bird flying very high above her.

It truly is something, I mean I went to bed in my room at Grimmauld Place, and yet with all the protection that place has, I find myself here, in the middle of a forest, it feels familiar yet, I've never been here before, at least I don't think I have, and the air! I can't remember the last time I smelled air this clean. Oh well, enough of that, I better climb a tree and see where I am.

The man climbed the tree with such easiness that one would have believed he used magic. He reached the top of the 100 foot tree in less than 2 minutes. In the distance he could see a mountain, with a lake to the side and between this mountain and the forest he was currently in, where about 30 miles of forest and 10 more of field. Looking at the sky trying to orient himself and failing miserably he decided to take out his wand and muttering a spell "Point Me" he watched the wand move in the direction of the mountain, and was glad to see that it was dully north of his current position so, climbing down the tree or rather jumping off, he started on his trek to the mountain. What he failed to notice when on top of the tree was the eagle that was flying in the area.

Where to go, where to go, where to go…Wish Mione was here…Mione? Since when have I been calling Hermione, Mione? Nee or Mione…Nee or Mione..hmmm…can't tell which is better. I wonder if I've called her Mione before? Can't remember calling her that before, wonder when I started…POTTER!... wha, wha? Concentrate, this in no time to be thinking about what to call your best friend. I wonder if talking to myself is a sign that I'm going crazy? Or maybe this is what it's like to for the twins, yes this could be how they're able to finish each other's sentences they hear each other in their minds…POTTER CONCENTRATE! Bloody hell, I've got a voice that sounds like Mione in my head!... That bird seems rather alone up there…Oh well that confirms it, I'm crazy, oh well nothing to do about that now, I'll just climb to the top of the mountain see if I can see anything around here.

And so he did indeed start heading toward the mountain, in search of what he did not know, but it did seem the most logical thing to do.

There's three of them, all came from a flash of light, he thought, they're human, I think. For ten years he had had to travel the world and survive before returning to prove that he was a man, he was sixteen turns now, in three more moons he could start the journey home once more.

Coming out of his thoughts he observed one of the figures pick something from the ground that he recognized as a sword, the figure also seemed to carry a small stick of wood with him, the purpose of which eluded him. The female looking one also carried a piece of wood similar to the one with the sword. Then there was the one in the forest, he seemed older than the other two, but he also carried the piece of wood, but he was sure that could not be a weapon, it was too small, you'd be better of fighting hand to hand, than with that. But the one in the forest surprised him, the way he climbed the tree was something he had never seen a human do before. But one thing was for sure, they were all headed for the mountain, and he was intrigued so he would wait for them there, after all everyone knew that there where no humans in Abaron they where far south in the big land with the growing desert, not in this island far north, but still he was intrigued, maybe they were also travelers, and if they were maybe they'd like company, he knew he could use some, after all it was a good sign for a man, to gather companions to travel with him while on his journey.

While the three figures walked below, he watched from the sky trying to learn all he could from them, but all he could tell was that they where not from around those parts, what he did not know is how right he was.

A/N: Do you like it? Please review. I want to know what people think of it and if there's something I can make better, and if there are any spelling mistakes please let me know, and forgive me for them, but I have neither beta, nor the time to beta it myself. Hope you enjoyed, and if enough people review I'll try to get the next chapter up as fast as I can, I'll try one chapter a day, or at least one every two days, but I don't guaranty anything with work piling up in the last weeks of class and finals coming in 5 weeks.