(A/N: Hey people! Look who it is! And with an update yay me! Hmm...I hope you enjoy, oh! By the way, if anyone's interested, I'm undergoing a re-vamp of 'Harry Potter and the People of the Light' yay! So...yeah...
Ryan x x x)

Hermione felt as though her energy was drained. She didn't expect the spell she had cast would produce that sort of power. When she had used it before, it gave off a golden light that had filled the circle she created, how ever, this was different. The light had gone through the entire Common Room, although what surprised her the most was the fact that the light was pure. It felt as though she had been drained of all her energy and yet full of it at the same time. It was the most powerful raw power she had ever experienced.

She had overslept the morning after, and there was a note on the table by the window from Lavender and Parvati saying that she looked like she could do with some more sleep as they were unable to wake her. 'Great,' thought Hermione, 'Now I'm going to be late.' The thought of being late to class made her rush into action, grabbing her school robes and shoving them on as quickly as possible. She decided to forego what was left of breakfast and grab something from the Kitchens at break time.

Just before she left, Hermione turned around to look for anything she may have missed in her rush, she saw a glittering light, reflecting off something and hitting the wall. Assuming it was one of the other girls jewellery, she left, rushing through the mass of people on the move to their first lesson. She had to get down to the Transfiguration classroom before the bell. It would go any minute now.

When the bell did go, there was a mad rush from the students around her to get to their lessons on time. Hermione herself only just made it, short of breath. Harry and Ron were both there, looking around, searching for her. She smiled at them and walked over, making them jump with a loud 'Boo!'. despite being late the day was already shaping up to be a good one.

Transfiguration itself Hermione had found really easy, surprising even herself when she got the assignment done first time. So far during the year it had taken her more than a couple of tries to any of this years Transfiguration right. The spell itself was rather complicated as well, they were turning pebbles into insects. This had to be done in stages, as the pebble had to be made the right size and a very similar shape depending on what the insect was going to be.

'Well done, Miss Granger,' Professor McGonagall, 'Impressive. I award 10 points to Gryffindor for completing the task first.' the professor walked off to help Neville, who wasn't having very much luck at all.

After reversing the transfiguration and completing it again, Hermione herself set out to help others in the class, particularly Harry and Ron, although they seemed to be doing alright as it was. Talking aimlessly for a while with them for a while, she took note of something in the room that hadn't ever been there before. An elegant, long sword was hung on the wall, it had a gold hilt, embedded with a small blue crystal. It was engraved with an intricate design with following curls and curves. At the ends of the curves, they turned into roses, each with a small red ruby at the centre.

'Oh boy,' Hermione said, Ron and Harry turned to her, wondering what she was 'oh boying' to. 'Do you see that?' she asked them.

'See what? The sword? Hermione you must be nuts, that's been there ever since we've come to Hogwarts, and before. Don't you remember? McGonagall told us all about it…every classroom has one…any of this ringing bells?' Harry replied.

'Err…Harry, hate to disappoint you, but there has never been a sword there before today,' Hermione said, confused.

'Do you think she needs to go to the Hospital Wing?' Ron whispered to Harry. Ignoring the boys, Hermione went up for a closer look of the sword. She slowly reached her hand out to it, it seemed to physically pulse at her touch.

Suddenly she hit the bottom of the sword, it toppled out of the brace holding it to the wall. She caught the hilt before it clattered to ground, however, by now the entire class was looking at her. Professor McGonagall had the look of an angry lioness, she literally marched over to where Hermione stood holding the sword, but before she reached her student, Hermione disappeared in the same white light that had been in the common room on Hallowe'en night, and the last thing she saw was the bewildered looks on her classmate's faces.

Turning around, expecting to see what ever her classmates' were staring at, Hermione nearly fell over. She was no longer in the Transfiguration Room, she wasn't even sure she was in Hogwarts anymore. Stone bricks made the walls, curving into a circular room. There were not pictures, or portraits, on any of the walls- they were bare. There was a window, overlooking a vast horizon with a mountains out lining the distance.

There was a table at the edge on one side of the room, with a rolled up piece of parchment and several quills scattered around. One side of the table contained various books, all with an authentic old, rusty look about them, and as Hermione took a closer look they appeared to be written in old English or Latin, she went to pick up the book on the top of the pile, and suddenly realised that she was still holding the sword she'd taken down from the Transfiguration classroom. Sitting on a corner of the table, she put it in her lap, looking at it much more closely, tracing the intricate engraving on the hilt of the sword.

For a moment, it didn't occur to her that she could actually be in some sort of trouble. So wrapped up in the sword, she forgot about the troubles of the wizarding world- Voldemort's rise, her suspicions of Fudge's corruption…. She didn't hear the door open, she didn't even realise there was a door…

She was jerked out of her wonderings by a swirl of black clothing. Raising her head, she saw Professor Snape standing before her, with a murderous look upon his face, and another sword, similar to the one she was holding. She didn't even see him raising the sword, and bring it down just a fast towards herself…

(A/N: Okay, so I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I'm sorry I left it on a cliffey! ) I couldn't help- I was going to finish it earlier, but that wouldn't have been fair to the readers as it was only about 756 words longs...so I added more! Like I said, enjoy
Ryan x x x)