A/N: Hey guys! The Heroine is still in the works but I've written and re-written the next chapter so many times it has made me decide I have writers block so I decided to see if writing a new idea will get my creative juices flowing. But this a fanfiction set in medieval times (793 - 1066 AD).

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my ideas, nor do I own the music that inspired this.

There was a village called Ottery St. Catchpole this was a small fishing village. It was midsummer so the midsummers festival was in full swing. Anyone approaching the village could hear the music from harps to drums could be hear from a mile away. This is what a mysterious travelers heard as they approached the village.

The villagers were dancing about enjoying their festival. The town was aglow as the torches lit the streets as the sun set. Many children ran through the center of the square, weaving through young adults, teens, and the elders of the village dancing. Peals of laughter were heard over the music and the young maidens that were chosen to sing this year.

One of those young maidens was Hermione Granger. A bright and brilliant girl who just became the first woman in her village to complete an education at the age of twenty. She was one of the most coveted maidens in the village due to her education. But it was not always that way.

The second young maiden was Ginerva Weasley, but she preferred Ginny. Her flaming red hair showed her status among the villagers and whose family she belonged to. The Weasley family was the longest standing family in the village, and her father was the most well known fisherman in the village. Ginny was also Hermione's best friend. At nineteen she worked at the local tavern in town that the Granger's owned.

The music sped up as did the girls singing. As the band led into an interlude the girls started dancing together along with the others in the village. The song ended and the girls clasped hands, curtsied, and waved to the crowd. They exited the stage together giggling as they walked into the tavern that Ginny worked at. It was a peaceful day, but all too soon this peace will be uprooted by the mysterious travlers hiding in the shadows.

"Ginny! Hermione!" was what the two young women heard as they entered the pub. They spotted the source of the voice. The weaved through the crowd over to the seats that Ginny's brothers had saved in the back corner of the tavern.

Ginny sat between her brothers Fred and George while Hermione sat next to the youngest brother Ron. Just having to sit next to him made Hermione blush. This didn't go unnoticed by Ginny as she waggled her eyebrows at her. This made Hermione blush darken even more.

After a couple rounds of drinks Fred had an idea, also influenced by George, to sing a drinking song. "So, ladies and gentlemen, what should we sing?" This was met by a protest from the girls but suggestions from the other two men at the table. "A sea shanty?" Fred finally suggested. Ginny wrinkled her nose at that. She looked at Hermione and communicated wordlessly with her. Hermione nodded in agreement. Ginny opened her mouth to start the song.

"There will come a soldier, Who carries a mighty sword…" the boys caught on quickly and joined in along with Hermione. The rest of the tavern joined in, albeit somewhat drunkenly. Hermione took over the next verse from Ginny and then finished the last verse together. As the song came to a close Hermione grinned at Ginny and lifted her drink to thank her for avoiding another shanty she would have to sing that day. She had no idea how many she had sang that day.

A short while later it was very few left in the tavern as many left to rest up for the next day of festivities. Hermione and Ginny stayed behind to help Hermione's parents close for the night. As they closed the two women chatted idly about the next day and decided to go for a nighttime stroll before heading to bed. As they left the tavern for the night what they did not notice was those who were watching them from the shadows.

As the travelesr approached the music gradually grew louder. But when they finally reached the village they could just make out the voice of young maidens singing in the center of the village. They weren't here for the midsummers festivities.

Each of the travelers looked at the other in turn, their black paint was hiding from picking out their most prominent features, except their eyes. They decided to wait until nightfall to strike, that would be their best cover. With as many of the travelers that there were that would also be their best option to surround the village as well.

They did not have to wait long before nightfall. The village had already grown quiet as its occupants went to bed for the night. The Steersman grinned wickedly at his skipari, she just grinned back just as wickedly. Her axe gleamed in the light of the full moon. She was just anxiously waiting on the signal of her Steerman and the other that was assisting in this raid.

It wasn't long until they heard the long bellow of the other Steersman. Them and the others who had surrounded the village slowly moved in. He saw a few of his crew grab a couple torches, he grinned to himself. Albeit he did enjoy raiding and pillaging these villages, he sometimes hated burning the hard work of those villagers.

A shiver went up Hermione's spine as she grabbed ahold on Ginny's arm. She sensed that something was not right. It was a little too dark in this part of the village than it normally was, plus she thought that she heard footsteps. These steps were of many people not just one. Ginny gripped her hand tighter.

It wasn't until they heard screaming and saw buildings go up into flames that they knew something was very wrong. Ginny tugged on Hermione's arm as she started hurrying to the center of the village. Hermione did not hesitate to follow.

They passed many injured and deceased villagers on their way back to the tavern. Both of the young maidens were scared out of their wits as they started sprinting. Ginny being more lithe and in shape than Hermione was slightly ahead of her.

Hermione chanced a glance back but it was long enough that she slammed into Ginny's back. Scurrying up off the ground she came to Ginny's side to see why she stopped. After a few seconds she could hear what stopped Ginny dead in her tracks. She could hear their song and see the men and women who sang it. One that she hadn't heard in years. This shook her to her very core. It was a beautiful but deadly song, that they sang as they destroyed a village or township. She tried to not move nor make a sound. All too suddenly the world went black.