Hunted: Resurgence

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Hey everyone this is the next chapter. I am only starting this story at a T rating it could eventually end up becoming an M rating in the future. I also want to say that this is my first Harry Potter fanfic on the website. But I've been a fan for over ten years. I finally decided to come into this area to read the fanfics and write my first story.

Chapter 2 What Really Happened to Hermione Granger

Hermione went through a portal and found herself in a pocket dimension. She looked around the place to find it brown, orange and decrepit. No matter where she looked it was dirty and musty. There was nothing green, purple or yellow to make it pretty. In all the books she read none of them mentioned a place like this. There was movement in the distance behind her as she turned around.

Her eyes lingered for a moment as they landed on a man. The man was tall at six feet, four inches. He has shaggy brown-black hair that went down to his neck then there were his hazel eyes. It was hidden behind a veil of mystery hidden upon him.

"Hermione Granger." said the man

"Y-yes." Hermione faltered for words

"Welcome to the Wasteland." said the man

"Wasteland?" said Hermione confused

"Yes, Wasteland, not exactly the best name but its home. We had to get you from the school so another coven couldn't and bring you here." told the man to her "You are smart and very bright."

"You know me but I don't know you." replied Hermione

"True my name is Brighton Shane." said the man named Brighton as he stood in front of her "I run this place and my people here in the Wasteland."

"So what is this place exactly I've never heard of it." told Hermione

"My people got banished here a long time ago and we have made this place our home. The Wasteland is a pocket dimension on Earth we are not underground just in another part of the world. It did not look like this at first. It was dark, black and cold and it started to evolve into this over time. This place is still evolving because of me and all the stuff we have done here." exclaimed Brighton as he walked around in a half moon

"But why don't you leave?" wondered Hermione

"We can't. It's not that we can but if we do we become exposed and the witches and wizards will know who we are. But we need to take cover." told Brighton

Hermione looked at Brighton as she saw what he looked like but what he was wearing was a different story. He was wearing a silver plated vest over his torso with red arm sleeves, tight silver pants, steel pointed boots with short spikes on the bottom and a black cape going down to his waist. He seemed to be wearing warrior like clothes. She wasn't sure how she felt about the outfit but the face seemed genuine enough.

He seems like a nice guy with good intentions. But if he has good intentions why would he take her from the lake by the school. Couldn't he just do it some other way? What about her friends is she going to be able to see them at all? She doesn't know how to leave the place. The only way to leave is through a breach in a portal that they took her through.

She stood there as he indicated for her to follow him but she was hesitant to go a step further. She couldn't just go with him. She has more common sense than that to walk by his side. He noticed that she was still there not moving as if immobilized. Brighton sighed as he realized that she needs to trust him to go with him and walk on.

"Look I know it wasn't right to force you away from the school and friends but you weren't safe." told Brighton

"Safe from what?" wondered Hermione

"Let's just say with the knowledge you possess you can be a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands." said Brighton

"Knowledge, look I'm smart and I like to read but how could I come across you guys in a book. I've never come across portals, the Wasteland or even pocket dimensions. If there is such a thing then why aren't any records of them anywhere in the magical world?" Hermione retorted back

"Because it got erased and burned. They didn't want anyone to know so they got rid of any trace evidence about this place about us, about you." replied Brighton

"About me?" responded Hermione wondering what he was getting at

"You are one of us. While we got banished and ended up here your family decided to hide in the muggle world to cover up who they really are. They wanted you to believe that you were just a normal witch." explained Brighton

"I . . ." started Hermione but before she could say anything else someone else grabbed her taking her from Brighton

Brighton went forward and started fighting the person that took hold of Hermione. She was there struggling as the person fought hard and over powered Brighton as he lay sprawled on the ground. This figure took better hold of her and left at a run and then another portal appeared out of nowhere. The figure jumped right through going into another pocket dimension.

She released herself from the grip as she landed on her back. But as she looked up she noticed this place was different than the other pocket dimension. Where was she now, in another part of the Wasteland?

"Sorry Hermione but I had to get you from the Wasteland." said a soft male voice to the side that wasn't her abductor "This here is the Badlands we're a pocket dimension adjacent to the Wasteland."

She looked around at the place called the Badlands where there was overgrown grass, weeds and flowers. It was lush and filled with airiness. The grass was green it wasn't just green it was emerald and the sky was a sapphire blue color with a rainbow up above. She was confused as she saw all the vegetation overgrown but looking healthy.

"You guys seem to be mixed up this is more of a Wasteland and the other place a Badlands." Retorted Hermione as the guy chuckled but stayed to the side in the shadows

"We didn't get to name them it came like this and with the name. But it's time you came to your birthright. Come with me and I can show you if you like. I mean if you want to know the truth about your family." said the man

Hermione stepped forward to the shadow as it loomed closer. She sighed as he put his hand out to her to indicate that everything is alright. She put her hand out to him grabbing his hand as it was soft as if lotion smooth. He held onto her hand as they moved forward and started walking.

They had been walking in silence as he held onto her firmly but sweetly. Although his hands were smooth she could tell that he was in his forties maybe fifties. She could tell because of the lines and the gruff in his voice whenever he spoke.

As they were walking she noticed the scenery started to change. It was as if it was a dream or heaven. She wasn't sure how to define it but it was graceful and amazing. It was white with marble pillars all around going into a dome with a glass ceiling. The halls were gold and the walls were snow white. It was pristine and clean. This place was so different but so elegant. How could a place called the Badlands be so beautiful but a place called the Wasteland be so dirty and rotten to the core? It was like some mix-up as if they saw a picture of the Badlands and thought they were seeing the Wasteland. Maybe that was how it happened. It seems to be the only logical explanation.

As they were walking the shadow started to disappear away from the man and she could see a better look at him. She saw gold hair in curls going down to his shoulders elegantly as if made by delicate straw. But then there was his gold whiskery beard that was thin and met a small thing mustache as they attached. But what were most peculiar about him were his amethyst eyes. He was tall and slender built with a slight toned body even though you could see age and wisdom upon his years.

Yet he was wearing an interesting outfit wearing a black nylon pants with light weight boots that went to his ankles. He was wearing a black leather vest with a white t-shirt underneath and tied bands all along his left arm. There seemed to be about twenty bands on his arms with only a mere centimeter apart from each one.

"This here Hermione is the Dome. In here we do our training. We train twice a day once in the morning at eight o'clock until ten and then we train in the afternoon at three o'clock until five." told the man

"Train." squeaked Hermione not knowing what to think

"Your ancestors, is what got us to do it. Everyone here honors and disciples them for what they are." told the man

"Look I don't know anything about my family or who you are. But I trust you." said Hermione

"Good, now let's get you into a new outfit and start your training." told the man as he got someone to come over to take her "If you need anything just call for me my name is Adair."

"Will do." Said Hermione as a woman came over

They went through a door and the woman observed Hermione to decide on an outfit to put her in. Minutes later Hermione was wearing nylon pants a leather vest that hugged her torso, leather boots that went up below her knee but then there was paper thing gloves on her hands.

She sighed as she left the room and went observe the dome even more. She still wasn't used to it. There's a part of her saying she prefers this place over the Wasteland but there was also a nagging part saying not to trust these guys here. But she decided to go against her better judgment as she opened a door.

She was at the door standing as there were people all around training but they stopped as they saw her. She stood there not knowing what to do. But they all moved slightly. She doesn't know what they were doing when a guy just a few years older than her came over to her.

"We heard you were coming Miss Granger. Now let's see what kind of fighting skills you have." said the guy

Hermione just stood there completely baffled not believing this. Did they actually think that she's a fighter? Her whole life she's been a pacifist. How could she transform into one of them when she's a pacifist? But they didn't seem to notice. The guy got into a stance getting ready but she wasn't. He went forward to her and flipping her on the ground. She gritted her teeth as she held herself against the ground then got up. He then went in taking a swipe at her.

Hermione got up from the bed in a room in the Leaky Cauldron. She was staying there at the moment. It was the only place she could think of at the moment to stay. She could go to her parents but they would notice her change in demeanor and personality. Ever since that day she has been training hard and becoming into something she would never imagine in her dreams.

She set her hands to her face and eyes rubbing them from the dream of her abduction, as it's still fresh in her mind. But these five years she's done more than train. She has also learned to hunt, fish, scavenger and do all sorts of survival training. But there was something else in her mind that she doesn't even want to think about.

So many people have questioned about what happened to her once she left or abducted. They want to know what she's been doing in the last five years. But she would only ignore them and their constant questions. She just isn't ready yet to talk about it. It's too hard to think about. It's too terrible to think about for what she's been up to.

The minute Harry and Ron took her to see the rest of the Weasley's she regretted it. As Mr. and Mrs. Weasley saw how small and hungry she looked and fed her as much food as they could. Then there was Bill, Charlie, Percy and Fleur who were questioning her demeanor. Then there was Fred, George and Ginny who were taken aback by the way she looked. All of them started pestering her about where she was what happened to her and questioned what she was doing. But all she did was stay quiet. But the questions and pestering didn't stop. It had been five years and lot had changed about her that it got them questioning her even more. Mrs. Weasley ended up making such a fuss about Hermione that she wouldn't stop with the food, the questions and the, everything. She was being an adult and like a mother to her like always. But she didn't want Mrs. Weasley to be like her mother she just wanted to be concerned and get out of her way.

Hermione got out of the bed and revealed to be in soft gray pajama pants and a soft, cozy blue pajama top. She wasn't sure what she was going to be doing today at all. But something told her it was going to be a day of questions from so many people but no answers from her.

It has only been three days but she's been secluded from everyone. She didn't want the constant badgering or the questions. People were so nosy. But she is the one thing on everyone's mind since her reappearance in the magical world in the Ministry. It was even in the paper the day before.

The Daily Prophet had a piece on her where it talked about her disappearance five years previously. But then it talked about her reappearance in the Ministry three days ago. There was no quote from her in there as she refused to talk to them let alone anyone. But there were quotes and small interviews from people she knew from Harry and Ron to the Weasley's, to old fellow students like Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood and Dean Thomas and the Professors even had something to say. By now the whole Wizarding community, know about her reappearance. It talked about the incident of her disappearance as it did cause quite a stir. Lastly it talked about her transformation from bookish and know-it-all to beautiful and mysterious. It was now a mystery to everyone about her.

She got up from the bed and walked over to the mirror looking at her as she looked at the mirror placed in front of her. She admits there was a change in appearance and attitude. She sighed as all people want to know the same thing but they never asked her how she was or tried being nice and civil. She would really like that instead of the bombarding questions and being an instant celebrity. There was a knock on the door as she was still looking at herself.

"It's open." muttered Hermione as the door opened behind her

"Hey." said a voice that she recognized as she turned around to see Draco Malfoy standing there but then went back to looking at the mirror

"Malfoy what are you doing here?" wondered Hermione

"I heard that you were here so I came over." told Malfoy

"So you could be like everyone else and bombard me with questions or try to interrogate me about where I've been, been doing and what happened to me over the last five years." Hermione seethed as she looked at him right there through the mirror

"Actually, no. I came over to see how you were and how you're coping being back." told Malfoy

Hermione was looking down at her pajama top when he said that but her head popped up seeing his reflection. She set her face into her hair as she turned around to face him. He seemed too genuinely care about her as he looked at her but the heel of his shoe was leaning against the wall while he had a smoldering look. She was surprised by his response but she liked it all the same.

It's the first time someone is being genuine to her and not treating her any different with the questions of the new appearance. He was surprised the day she breached the Ministry and he looked at her. She was wearing that outfit which was a relatively new outfit that she started wearing a couple of months ago.

"I know you are going to talk about it eventually but I know that you're going to do it in time. That's what you need is time. It's been five years since you disappeared and all of a sudden you come back here." said Malfoy

"Why are you being so nice to me? You were never nice to me in school." replied Hermione

"You need someone to be nice and be there for you Granger." responded Malfoy as he barely moved "I mean no one else is Potter, Weasley and the rest of the Weasley's probably aren't. They are most likely badgering you to the point that you're constantly annoyed."

"How can you be a git and nice person at the same time while you're annoying?' said Hermione

"It's a gift." replied Malfoy

She crossed her arms in front of her chest looking at him wondering who Malfoy really is. But he seems to have changed himself somewhat in the last five years. He seems to be reverting to old Hermione while she seems to be reverting to old Malfoy but with a few minor differences.

"I think what you need is a day away from everything." said Malfoy to her

"And I how do I suppose do that?" responded Hermione as she threw that at him

"Maybe I could show you." replied Malfoy as he leaned his head against the wall

"You; as if Malfoy." Hermione retorted

"It can't hurt Granger. You might actually have fun. You do know how to do that right?" said Malfoy

"I know how to have fun." said Hermione as she came over to him as she pushed his foot off the wall and slapped the back of his head

"Ow Granger." said Malfoy as he put his hand up to the back of his head

"Did that hurt?" asked Hermione

"Yeah." answered Malfoy

"Good." said Hermione

"If you know how to have fun then come with me." said Malfoy to her

He noticed that she was starting to fume at him. She was still stubborn as ever but she was not going to let that toad get to her. There was only way for him to not get to him.

"Fine I will humor you. But you're going to have to leave so I can change." said Hermione

He put his hands in surrender and was leaving about to close the door when Hermione put her hair up. As she put her hair up he noticed a mark on her neck that looked to be a tattoo. It was of a black king cobra while the tail went around creating a circle around it.