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Summary: Through the barrier and into…a different time? Hermione finds herself in the Marauder's time. In a story of hate, lies, and hurt, Hermione finds something else….love.

A/N: First chapter, so if it's short, don't worry, it's just the prologue.

Chapter 1: Prologue

April 18, 2000

A light glowed in the tiny room, illuminating the single occupant and casting an eerie shadow upon the wall. The figure sat at a desk, a quill posed in her slender fingers, staring down at the blank page calling out to her.

A long brown curl escaped the confines of the bun, falling down into her face. She didn't seem to notice as her eyes glazed over, remembering the past.

A sound downstairs brought her out of her reverie and she dipped the quill into the ink. With steady fingers, she wrote:

Francois Muriac once said, "No love; no friendship can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever." I ponder these words now even as I write this. I have loved and lost and felt the pain others call "natural." But, I can't help but wonder sometimes, is it natural?

Our love was not a natural one. He was a forbidden fruit, one I should not have tasted. For once I tasted, I craved for more.

I am hoping that in writing our story, I might find a sort of peace. I can only hope that one day you might understand why our love could never be, or shouldn't be.

He was everything to me. He was my rock, my strength, my heart. I will never forget him nor will I ever stop loving him.

This is our story. It is a story of hate, lies, and hurt. But mostly, it's about love.

The woman sat back and surveyed the first page. Yes, it was a good start to a long story.

"I hope you understand Ria," she whispered, reaching out a hand to the photograph that ornamented the bland desk. "Please understand."

And with that, she lost herself into her story…their story.

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A/N: Hope that gave you some insight. Things might not end up the way you think. After all, not even my friends can predict what my whacked up brain comes up with for my stories. Be warned: My computer has an awful habit of automatically fixing things so if something is way off, my computer most likely did it and I just didn't catch it. Sorry, I can't catch all my mistakes. The next chapter will be longer… who knows, if I get enough reviews, I might update tomorrow…HINT, HINT!

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