A/N: I have revived Hermione. Even though she's not dead. This is for all of you Hermione-fans out there. Love to you all! Hermione's one of my favs as well.

Stop! Stop, you're hurting them!

Move along girl. We won't hurt you.

You're going to kill her! You're going to kill Mum! Dad, they're going to kill Mum!

She is annoying me. Quiet the girl!

Hermione's eyes flashed open to see a woman with brown hair, shoulder-length, and blue eyes bending over her, a wet towel in her hand. She jumped back quickly and hit her head against something very hard.

"Calm down, I won't hurt you," said the woman kindly, reaching out towards her. Hermione backed away quickly. That was the same thing that those murderers had told her.

The woman sighed. "You need to lie down. You have a fever. Moving about isn't the best thing for you to do." Her voice was kind, yet firm. Hermione was sure that if she didn't lie down, the woman would make her.

She crawled back into the covers and obediently lay down, but her eyes never left the woman. When her head hit the pillow, Hermione realized that she had a horrible headache.

"Better, isn't it?" The woman ran the towel over her head. "I think your fever might break now that you're awake."

The woman moved over to a basin that sat on a far table. It was filled with water and she dropped the towel in.

"You're very lucky," she said, picking up a stick that lay next to the basin. "If this had happened to anyone else, their mind would've been broken."

Hermione still didn't respond. The woman was making her feel comfortable and she didn't like it.

"Still, I need to run some tests on you to make sure that you're okay." She approached Hermione, wand held out.

"No!" screamed Hermione, backing away very fast. "Get that thing away from me!"

The woman frowned. "It can't hurt you. I already told you, I'm just-"

Hermione didn't hear the rest. She tore out of the room as fast as she could and ran down a hallway into the nearest room. What she saw was unbelievable and made her stomach turn.

A girl of about fourteen sat in front of a mirror, her hair and eyes changing colors rapidly, the girl's face changing into different shapes. When Hermione entered, the girl had electric-blue eyes and bright, purple hair. She turned around and faced Hermione.

"Hey, you're awake," she exclaimed. "We were all really worried-"

Hermione had left again, not wanting to be in the room with that-thing another moment. She ran as fast as she could into a room at the end of the hall. The door popped open and Hermione fell in, quickly closing the door behind her.

A small bed was in this room, along with a desk and a small table. A girl with olive-skin and grey eyes sat at the table, surrounded by dolls. Her hair was jet black and she stared at Hermione inquisitively.

Thank God, thought Hermione, looking at the girl. Someone normal. She might be like me.

Before Hermione could say two words to the girl, the brunette and the shape-shifter came into the room. Hermione quickly backed into the wall, as far away as she possibly could from the two and closer to the girl.

"Don't," said Hermione, her voice trembling. "Please don't. I just want to go home and see my parents." She closed her eyes. "Just go away."

Andromeda Tonks closed the door to her daughter's room and went back into the guest room. She had known the girl would be damaged, but she hadn't thought it would be this bad.

She had Stunned the girl after cornering her in Natasha's room. Her daughters had, understandably, had questions about the newest guest in their house, but Andry hadn't answered any of them. The girl needed to get into bed and take some potions.

Nymphadora, the eldest, had given up and gone off in a huff, slamming the door to her room. Natasha seemed not to care as much as her sister and went back into her room without question.

Andry had been very shaken by the girl's actions. She had been out for a week now and Andry had been worried. When she had awakened, Andry had been extremely relieved. The look in the girl's eyes though...

A shiver ran through her. There had been a haunted look in that girl's eyes. It was a familiar look that Andry had seen in the prisoners of Azkaban and those that had suffered the Cruciatus.

No child has the right to look like that, she thought, tapping her wand on the girl's wrist. Lynn, what have you done to this girl?

When Hermione reawakened, the room was dark except for a dimly lit candle sitting on the corner of a desk. There was no one in sight.

Hermione sighed with relief. She didn't want to see them again.

But they're only trying to help, a part of herself argued.

They're just like those murderers. Why should I trust them?

Give them a chance, at least. That woman was trying to help you.

Hermione shook her head. Arguing with yourself was definitely not good. Even though the voice had made sense. The woman did say that she was only trying to help and none of them had tried to hurt her like those other people.

She laid back against her pillows, her head throbbing. She allowed herself to breathe slowly, trying to calm down. She needed to get out of this place.

Hermione remembered flying backwards into the hands of that woman and then...then...

Hermione shook her head, trying to remember. She hadn't been able to talk, she knew that. But I screamed, she thought. Why was I able to scream? She grasped at her throat as if it would have the answer.

Now is not the time to be thinking about that. Now you need to get out. This thought was ground into her mind and the more she repeated it to herself; the night before, or however long ago it had been, seemed less important.

She threw the covers off of herself and stood up quickly. A little too quickly, she thought as the room started spinning. She grabbed the headboard to steady herself. As the room slowed down, Hermione examined it for a way out.

There was the bed, of course, which was unusually small and had a dresser in front of it. Next to that was the table where the basin had been and that wand. I suppose that must be what they are anyway.

Hermione looked at the closet in the back of the room and the window next to it. The curtains were closed, but it was dark outside. She looked around for a clock, but didn't see anything. The strangest thing to her, however, were the pictures on the wall.

The pictures are moving. There was one above her bed with people on brooms, tossing a red ball from one to another. There was another one of the shape-shifter. She was grinning as her mousy-brown hair turned a bright blue. The shape-shifter's arm was around the second girl Hermione had seen.

Maybe I should look for her. She might be a prisoner like me.

With some difficulty, Hermione crossed the room, walking very slowly. She was still unsteady and her head was still a mess. The door seemed far away, but Hermione knew it was probably only two feet from her. She reached out for the handle, but everything was becoming blurry and Hermione felt as if she was going to throw up.

I can't stop. Not now. Not when I'm so close.

She fought against the overwhelming darkness that was closing in on her and the sick feeling in her stomach. Her hand was on the handle, but she didn't have the strength to turn it. She attempted to twist it, but the door opened by itself. Hermione saw the woman who had put the towel to her head before she passed out again.

"Severe magical exhaustion. Nothing else could've made her pass out like that."

"So she's a Muggle-born?"

Ted Tonks and his wife Andry were in the guest bedroom, talking in quiet voices near the door, both keeping a careful watch upon the girl in the bed.

"I suppose so. This will be a surprise for St. Mungo's."

"How do you plan to handle her when she wakes up again?" asked Ted, fixing his wife with a serious look. "Dora says the girl was uncontrollable when she woke up and Tasha says that she's scared to come near her."

Andry sighed. "I'm starting to think more of Tasha's opinion than Dora's." She looked around the room. "I suppose we'll need to remove anything magical in this room. It must've startled her a little; I didn't think of taking them out before."

"Shhh."

Andry glanced back at the bed and saw that the girl (she really needed to ask what her name was) was blinking, quietly moaning. Her hands were in front of her face as if in self-defense.

"What happened to her?" Ted whispered, but Andry held up a hand. She pulled out her wand and muttered, "Constringo."

The girl glowed briefly and she shivered as the glow faded and her eyes opened fully. When her eyes landed on Andry and Ted, she tried to jump out of the bed, but she was struggling.

"What'd you do?"

"I need to keep her in here. I need to know what happened to her."

The girl continued to struggle as Andry advanced upon her, her brown eyes getting bigger as Andry came closer.

"Stop moving. It won't help you at all." Andry crouched next to her bed as the girl stopped moving. Her eyes were darting to Andry's wand, to her face, and back.

"I need you to answer some questions so that we," she pointed at her husband and herself, "can help you. We're not trying to hurt you and it would help if you would cooperate." Andry kept her voice gentle, but as firm as possible. The girl was still looking at the wand.

"If it will help," said Andry, grabbing her wand, "I'll put this away." The girl had flinched when Andry had taken out her wand. "Look, I'm putting the wand away. No magic whatsoever. Ignore the pictures," she said as the girl's eyes glanced at the photos. "Just look at me and nothing else." It took a while, but the girl's eyes finally rested upon Andry. She knew that she had her full attention.

Andry glanced at her husband before asking questions. "What is your name?"

The girl opened her mouth and a brief croak came out. She tried to clear her throat and Andry heard something that sounded like Herm-nine.

"Herm-nine? Is that what you said?" The girl shook her head and her voice came out clearer this time.

"Her-my-oh-knee," she said, her voice slightly thick. "Hermione Granger."

Andry nodded. They were making progress, even if it was just the girl's name. "Okay Hermione, can you tell me what happened to you?"

Hermione's eyebrows scrunched up and she looked slightly confused by the question. "What happened?"

"You were found on a street corner and you've been outfor quite a while." Hermione's eyes widened slightly but was silent. Andry took this as a good sign and continued on."Your bodyhas been veryweak; something must've happened for you to end up like that."

Hermione still said nothing, the confusion growing on her face. Andry sighed in frustration, but knew that she had to keep calm. She wasn't going to get anywhere by yelling at the girl.

"What happened to you Hermione? Do you know how you ended up on the street? Anything about your family, your parents..." Andry trailed off at the blank expression.

Lynn didn't say anything about erasing the girl's memory. That is something that she would do to keep the girl from telling about her. This does cause a problem for me. Lynn was never good at Memory Charms and this one was poorly cast.

Andry looked at Ted, who was standing by the door, listening intently to the conversation. She couldn't ask Hermione any questions pertaining to Lynn in front of him. Then he'd know she had been lying. The last thing she wanted Ted to know was that she had betrayed his trust.

"I remember."

Andry made a quick glance at Hermione. She was trembling slightly and Andry knew this would be a trial for her. She nodded though, trying to egg her on. "What is it?"

"I remember my parents," said Hermione slowly, her voice still slightly groggy. "I remember seeing them and then..." Hermione broke off completely, her whole body shaking and Andry was glad for the Constraining Charm she had placed upon her.

Andry wrapped her arms around her until she stopped shaking. She felt her shirt get a little wet and knew Hermione was crying. She rubbed her on her back, trying to comfort her. She wasn't going to tell the girl everything was okay, because it wasn't. Hermione wasn't going to be okay for a very long time.

When the sobs had subsided, Andry gently laid Hermione back into the bed.

"Sorry," said Hermione, wiping at her face which had become an unflattering red. "It's just..."

"I understand dear. You're still a little shaken up. We don't have to talk until you're ready, alright?" She reached out to run a hand over Hermione's hair, like she would do with one of her own daughters, but she drew away from her. Andry bit her lip, but just turned away and walked towards the table where she kept most of her healing supplies.

"Hermione, I'm going to ask you to drink something. It will make you feel better." She carefully slipped her hand in her pocket and pulled out her wand, keeping her back to Hermione. She tried to look as if she was searching for the potion while she took a vial from the far side of the table and tapped it with her wand, forming a thick, purple liquid.

"Will you drink it?" she asked, turning back around and uncorking the bottle. Hermione gave a tentative glance at the potion before nodding slowly. Even if she had said no, Andry would've found a way to give her the potion.

I'm going to have to break her out of this. Then I'll need to have a talk with Lynn about what happened last week.

"You'll have a dreamless sleep," she said as Hermione downed the potion. "You won't wake up for a while, but it will restore your energy. If you need us, just call for us. I'm Andry, and that's my husband Ted. Those two girls you saw were Nymphadora and Natasha." A small smile crossed over Hermione's face as her eyes started to droop. That was a normal reaction to Nymphadora's name.

When Andry stood up, Hermione was fast asleep, the vial hanging limply in her hand. Andry grabbed it and recorked it. Ted was looking at Hermione inquisitively.

"Andry, how do you know this isn't the missing Muggle girl? They put out a Muggle Watch for her a couple of days ago and..."

"She's not Ted. That girl was taken by Deatheaters, okay? Hermione isn't that girl." Andry's voice came out a bit sharper than she had meant it to. "Sorry, it's just been a long day."

Ted nodded. "I understand. Go lie down, I'll take care of dinner."

Andry smiled at her husband gratefully and kissed him before leaving the room, hoping her husband would remain unsuspecting a little while longer. He wasn't an idiot and he might see through her already. But she had to keep this up as long as she could. If Ted wasn't catching on now, he would soon.

I need to get a bit more information before I do anything else.

Hermione wasn't going to tell Andry about that night. She was still a total stranger to her and Hermione was uncomfortable around her. Her husband, Ted, Andry had called him, probably wasn't trustworthy either.

I don't trust any of them. I need to look out for myself. Andry won't get anything out of me. Hermione yawned as the potion, which she had no choice but to take, took effect. I'll get out of here and find the police. Then I'll be safe.

A/N: I hope Hermione wasn't too OOC. I'm trying to make it as realistic as possible. I guess I should explain that Lynn lifted the Silencing Charm on Hermione before she brought her to the Tonks'. Anyway, tell me what you all thought. Sorry my updates are becoming slower. I've been really busy because life's catching back up to me. Please REVIEW!