Once upon a time all hell broke loose and to quote Molly Weasley in Ron's second year it is entirely your fault... except it's my fault. Mine Hermione Jean Granger.
Many months earlier...
"Harry this is probably a trap." I said while biting my thumb nail with worry.
Harry had just pulled his head out of the fire place after speaking to Kreatcher.
"He's got Sirius." Harry scowled his brows knit in furry.
"I won't just sit here and do nothing."
I looked him in the eye practically begging him to see sense. "Sirius wouldn't want you doing this. We should try to contact the order. Anything."
"I've made up my mind Mione. You're either in or you're not." Harry stated.
This is how we ended up Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Luna and I on are way to the department of mysteries.
Once we'd arrived all hell broke loose. As I predicted it was a trap and we were all but royally screwed till the order showed up. Still we were failing and we would all possibly die. Once Voldemort had returned I studied on the past war learning how wizards hid and ran. I figured the traditional tricks may not work. That the death eaters would never consider a more muggle styled escape. I always did escape to books. With one copy at Hogwarts for safe keeping and one on my person I had little choice. I hadn't exactly perfected the magic of it as it was still a work in progress. But we had little to no choice. I hope everyone would forgive me... I pulled out the old book and tapped its cover and whispered the enchantment as glass shattered and spells flew around me. Hopefully we could fight them all on a ground they wouldn't understand. Everything went blinding white.
I woke up. Almost having forgotten that I had to use the spell. I stretched my arms in the air half asleep and put my feet on the ground. Hard slightly dirty stone ground. Shit. I wondered who had been trapped in this story with me. It was slightly warm and sunny through the old window. At least we got that. You see I never got the part down where I controlled the spell enough to pick the stories. Less enough who goes where. For all I know all my friends could be in completely diffrent stories. I wondered if anyone would be aware of where they were or if they would become the character chosen for them in the story. Speaking of which what story was I in.
"Shit nasty son of a bloody hag! What the hell is this!" Sirius yelled fromdown the stairs.
SIRIUS! Well that was one relief that I had someone from the order with me. It also confirms that everyone is aware in the story. That should be beneficial to me.
I got up and headed down the cobble stone of a tiny cottage. That gave me quite a few options of my story. Maybe even Snow White. I crept down slowly as to not spook the aggressive wizard downstairs.
"Oh would you hush. You're acting like a baby."
A voice I recognized as Tonks said.
I turned the corner to my horror and absolute shock plus a case of the giggles.
"Plus you look right fine in blue cousin." Tonks laughed.