A/N: This is a bit of a boring chapter. I don't like it too much, and it is rather short, but since holidays have come, and school is getting readyfor midterms and my job is making me work with crazy hours (retail sucks) I've had little time to dip into my muse. but I am always thinking of this story. I am rather fond of how it will turn out, and unlike my many other stories, I do intend to keep with this story, well this one and my other story called Crimson tears. I have many ideas.

Sorry for the less than detailed and remarkable capture of feeling in this chapter, for some reason i couldn't fit it, do not fret for the next I will hope to be better! til then, please enjoy!

Unwritten History

Chapter 1

No Turning Back

ConfinedSecret

London, Present Day

The wind whispered past her, the chill pricked her skin red. Flushed cheeks from falls cold air.

"Looks like rain." Hermione whispered to herself. She held her cloak tightly about herself as her pace quickened to reach her carriage.

Hermione Granger was now in her early twenties and was taking fresh steps out of University. Wizarding University that is, for Ms. Granger was no ordinary girl, on the contraire, she was merely but an ordinary witch with a quenching thirst of knowledge.

Also aside from the fact that she was the top of her Wizarding class of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry known to be the cleverest witch in her time.

She was also a very best and loyal friend to the famous Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, and stood by his side in battle and helped in the defeat of Voldemort in the second war,as she was also former Order member.

Stepping into the carriage, she made herself as comfortable as she could for the bumpy ride.

"You're to be the new History of Magic professor, aye miss?"

"Yes indeed I am. Has word gotten out already?"

"Oh no. You just have a knowing eye. Nothing better but for knowledge... History does make the present and future, wouldn't you agree miss?"

Hermione inhaled deeply, a relenting sigh escaped. Her thoughts battling a war to forget troubling visions that replayed vaguely upon her mind.

"Yes, I suppose I do."

"You a' right miss?" The cabby inquired as he looks over to her through the window of the carriage. "You look a right state."

"Oh! I do believe I'm coming down with abit ofa cold... Do you mind waking me as we arrive? I fancy myself a nap, I think."

"O'course, miss. O'course." He closed the curtains with a wave of his hands as he shook the reigns for the thestrals to turn down the road.

Hermione watched as the light faded from the carriage and rested her head upon the side. Looking out the window, she took notice of the scenery as they past through the magical green fields of the countryside.

Wondering how her students would like her, she let out another sigh. "We have only but time to tell."

Closing her eyes, she let herself rest, drifting into her subconscious lair.

Two Hours Later

A shriek, a flash of light.

The horse's hooves began to sound erratic against the rocky path.

A nay of fright surfaced the air; Hermione grabbed the window frame of the carriage.

Closing her eyes as horrible shrieks shook the darks skies. Scratches upon the exterior of the buggy could be heard with a terrible screeching sound.

With shaky hands she pulled the curtain to the side.

Pushing away frantically from the door, a scream released from her throat.

A grayed face indescribably horrifying smiled a decaying, tarry grin on the other side of the glass of window. The scratchy shriek emitting from its mouth, the leathery flesh seemed to melt from its bones that could be seen under the dark hollow holes of glowing violet eyes.

She held her head in her hands as she curled herself on the floor. Her courage had faltered after the war, and her strength was weakened.

She couldn't help but think how disappointed Harry and Ron would be to see her coward away in the carriage. She never felt more ashamed of herself than now.

She heard the shriek again, the carriage tipped and swayed with the horses frightful gallop. The carriage stopped.

The door opened,she held her wand out. Her eyes closed tight as she mumbled to herself.

She yelled as an icy hand touched her leg. Ready to lunge before she heard the familiar voice of the cabby.

"Miss? Miss? Are you a' right there miss? We're here."

Hermione looked up to see the cabby. He seemed to have a paler complexion than she remembered. Trying to ignore it,with a response, and shaking her head, she then looked into his eyes. They seemed hollow looking and his whole being seemed haunted.

"Miss, I can take you now." His voice surprised her, she stared with wide eyes, as it deemed to transfer from a friendly old man to a sinister creature, a high pitched raspy sort of noise emitted from his lips with the words he spoke. She noticed a menacing grin graced his lips, as blood seemed to stream down his chin, his yellowed teeth barred with fangs.

Hermione shot up, a hot dull pain pulsed her skull. Slowly, black ebbed from the corners of her mind.