A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Word Count: 1850

Hermione felt the blood pouring down her face. The warm liquid, the smell of copper. She'd been injured. She could tell that much without even opening her eyes. Did she dare open them? She knew her shuttle had crashed. That much was evident in the fact she was upside down instead of flying safely through space.

Inhaling deeply, she forced herself to open her eyes. She needed to see to assess the damage. The world was split in half by a crack in her helmet. For a moment, Hermione nearly panicked, but pushed that emotion down with logic. She could still breath. Either the oxygen supply hadn't been compromised or the air on this planet was breathable.

The windshield was also cracked. Hermione slowly started moving parts of her body, trying to determined how injured she was. Her fingers worked. She could feel her toes moving in her brown caramel leather boots. She was upside down, still stuck in her seat by the seat belt. Slowly, she moved her hands and found the buckle. She pressed the button, but nothing happened. It must have been damaged in the crash.

"Okay, so I'm stuck here, where ever here is. I can still talk. I think the only injury is to my head. Nothing else hurts, and the only reason I know my head is hurt is because of the blood," she stated, letting the logic of these statements calm her. She closed her eyes again, letting her mind think about the situation. Usually when she allowed herself to just think, she'd come up with something. She was sure she'd only closed her eyes for a minute.

"Alive?"

Hermione blinked her eyes open. Had she heard a voice? She moved her head, her neck stiff from being in an awkward position. Outside the shuttle she saw shadows, humanoid looking shadows.

"Hello? I'm here!" she called out, hoping she hadn't signed her own death certificate. She still had no idea what planet she'd crash landed on. She didn't know if the people were friendly or hostile. She felt the shuttle shift as it was thrown right side up. She heard cheering from the people outside.

From this angle, Hermione could the shocking pink sky. It was littered with tiny pinpricks of shimmering purple light, as if the stars were purple here. Hermione's attention turned to the fact someone had climbed up to the cockpit of the shuttle. She looked at her maybe rescuer. He was humanoid with long red hair and white skin. His skin was littered with copper dots. He wore a golden jumpsuit with a white 'P' embroidered on the left chest pocket. Hermione noticed small horns peeking through his hair, one on either side of the top of his head.

"Alive!" he shouted. There was more cheering. Hermione smiled slowly, hoping that this meant this was a rescue and not her being made into a soup ingredient. The man pointed to the control panel on the the shuttle, pantomiming pressing buttons. Hermione nodded. She pressed a few, without anything working. The shuttle had been too badly damaged in the crash.

Seeing this, the man frowned, tiny fangs slipping down from his upper jaw over his lower lip. He yelled something Hermione didn't understand down to the rest of the people. Soon, more people had climbed to the top of the shuttle. The man, P as Hermione was starting to think of him, motioned for her to cover her face. She did and soon the air was filled with the sound of banging, of explosions. Cool air rushed into the cockpit. Hermione tensed, hoping she could still breathe. What if she'd only been able to breathe because the windshield had kept out the alien air? She found she didn't need to be worried. The cool air tasted sweet and she hungrily took several deep breaths. P had climbed into the cockpit now and Hermione could see his deep brown eyes looking at her, at the seat belt that held her into place. He pulled a dagger from his belt and sliced through the fabric. Now free, Hermione moved slowly, not entirely convinced she's survived the crash with little more than a head wound.

"Hurt?" P asked.

"My head, but nothing else it seems."

P smiled, putting out a hand to help Hermione up. She happily took it, glad to be freed from the rubble of her shuttle. P helped her climb out and she was greeted by a large group of people, all with white skin and red hair. They were dressed similar to P, with letters on their pockets. A woman with an M walked over to Hermione and P. Slowly, P helped Hermione sit down on the ground. She could see grass and plants, but took a seat anyway. No sense in finding out she was more injured than she thought and hurting herself further.

"Welcome. I am Molly. Your ship has crashed. We saw the smoke and came. Are you alright, dearie?" Molly asked. Hermione smiled, glad these people could speak English, it would make communicating that much easier. She thought to the one word sentences they'd been saying when she'd first been found, apparently they'd not been sure she'd understand them either.

"I think so. Nothing really hurts, but I know I'm bleeding from my head. I'm afraid to take the helmet off," Hermione admitted. Molly motioned to P who sat down behind Hermione and gently reached for her helmet.

"Percy will catch you if you fall," Molly stated. Hermione smiled. P was named Percy. She couldn't help but like the sound of that name. Hermione felt her helmet being slid off over her head. Her curls sprang around her face, finally freed of their constraints. For a moment, everyone stared at her hair. Hermione wondered if they'd ever seen anyone that didn't have red hair, if it was a bad thing and if they would suddenly turn hostile towards her now that they realized just how different she looked.

"You have pretty hair, such a unique color," Percy commented, causing a faint pink blush to spread across Hermione's cheeks.

"How's her head?" Molly asked, looking to Percy. He gently moved Hermione's hair, touching her scalp carefully.

"Is it bad?" Hermione asked.

"No, small cuts, nothing deeper," Percy stated.

"Good. Now, do you remember your name?" Molly asked.

"Hermione. My name's Hermione. I'm from a planet called Earth."

"Then you've come a long way. You must be exhausted. You can stay with me, or if Percy's interested..."

Percy gave Molly a glare that nearly made Hermione laugh.

"She is trying to find me a mate," Percy stated. "She had not stopped trying to find me a mate since I aged," he added. Hermione bit back a smile. Despite the fact they looked different, she felt almost at home with these people.

"She's pretty, with pretty hair, and her blood would diversify the bloodline," Molly was telling Percy as Hermione sat there wondering just how different she was from her rescuers. Did the anatomy beneath their jumpsuits differ?

"She can stay with me!" a small voice finally stated. Hermione turned to look to find a young woman about her age. She had the same horns, skin, hair and copper spots as the rest of the group.

"And then, I can tell her all about how amazing Percy is," she added. Molly nodded, smiling and showing that she had fangs on both the bottom and top row of teeth.

"Very well then, Hermione, this is Ginny. You will be staying with her," Molly stated. Percy helped Hermione to her feet and allowed her to lean on him as she got used to walking. She'd been in space for a month so it took her a moment to find her land legs again. As they walked, Hermione couldn't help but think about what Molly had said, about her being a mate for Percy. Percy wasn't unattractive, she had to admit. And there was something in his eyes that gave her a slight sensation in her chest.

"He's really kind of boring though," Ginny stated as they reached the settlement. Percy dropped her off at Ginny's structure. The whole settlement was made of small round houses that were little more than bedrooms. There was a large fire pit in the center of the settlement and Hermione could see more small buildings further out. There didn't appear to be any major technologies, such as electricity either.

"Percy?"

"Yes, he loves to read and study and he dreamed about going to the Academy, but then it didn't happen. Do you like to read?"

"I do," Hermione admitted.

"Then maybe you and he would make good mates, I mean. He doesn't really fit in with us, but he's family," Ginny said, setting up a pile of blankets on the floor. "I don't have an extra bed for you, but this should be soft enough for the night. If you're going to stay, we can get you your own room...with a large bed for two?" Ginny laughed. Hermione felt her face flush again. Maybe it was the way they kept pushing them together, but Hermione was starting to realize she and Percy might have some things in common and that she might want to get to know him better.

"Funny. But really, would I even be compatible? I'm not from here. I'm not the same species as you."

"I hadn't even thought about that. Well, there's an easy way to find out, strip out of those things, they're dirty and have blood on them anyway. I've got some extra clothes you can have until we can take you to a shop." Ginny pulled out another golden jumpsuit and tossed it to Hermione.

"You'll have my first letter, but it won't matter."

Hermione pulled off her damaged suit, thankful the material had shielded her from being seriously hurt. She could feel Ginny watching her. Finally Hermione was down to her knickers and bra.

"So far, compatible. Although, if you want to know if you're fully..."

"Right," Hermione said, slowly finishing undressing. Ginny burst out laughing.

"Hermione, you and my brother would be perfectly compatible. You look like me underneath, so yes."

Hermione smiled, glad to know that if she did fall in love with Percy, something that seemed a possibility, she and he seemed to biologically compatible.

"We should sleep," Ginny commented as Hermione redressed. "Molly will be coming to wake us up early to gather breakfast, you can help and I can teach you what is food and what is poison."

"I'd like that," Hermione said, laying down on her pile of blankets, her thoughts on the crash, that for the first time, she felt like she belonged and a small part of her wondered, no hoped, that Percy was currently thinking about her. She wasn't sure if it was just because he'd rescued her, or if Molly had put the idea in her head, or if there had been some connection, but Hermione decided she would definitely like to get to know him better.