Hello! Thank you so much to all who have read this little adventure of mine, reviewed and put me on their Fav's or Alerts! It warms my heart to know that I have not been entirely wrong by jumping into the Harry Potter universe. ;)

Though school just started back up today, I feel confident that I will have enough time to really get a head start with this, and have somewhat regular updates on this. I can't promise it will be weekly on the clock; I have no idea how homework and assignments are going to add up, but we'll see.
Now on from the boring stuff; here's the first official chapter of my first ever George/Hermione story (My first Harry Potter fic ever, really x]) I hope you all like it! As I've said before, I'm not from an English-speaking country, so if I get the idioms wrong, I'm sorry ;)

DISCLAIMER: No, I do not believe I have the bank-account to match up if I own the Harry Potter series. Damn.

Chapter 1

Hermione Jean Granger woke up feeling like she'd just been trampled down by a rampage Hippogriff. It really wasn't a pleasant feeling. Groaning, she tried to sit up, to look where she was, and get an idea of what had happened to make her feel that way. She couldn't though, as a gentle hand pressed her down into the bed again. Blinking away the sleep and adjusting her eyes to the sparse light, she groaned again. Her head felt heavy, and she wasn't sure she could lift her arms, as she felt very weak.
"Stay still, Hermione, and I'll get you something to eat." His voice was low, as to not startle her. Blearily, she looked around for the source of the voice, and gasped softly as her eyes met the startling green ones, of one Harry Potter. She had not expected to see him there. He smiled at her, and got out of the chair that stood up against the side of the tent, facing the room and the opening into the living quarters of the wizarding tent. Being a Muggle-born, Hermione was still amazed at magic, even if she had been around it for the past 7 years of her life.

She closed her eyes again, and images and memories flooded back into her conscious mind. She gasped softly again, and her eyes began to water, as she remembered the events that had brought her here, to wherever she was, with Harry Potter. She could hear at least 3 others breathing, and wondered if Harry had managed to rescue them all. She was a year ahead of him, but she had of course still heard of all the crazy stuff that he and his best mate, Ron Weasley, had been through. Though the rumours rarely ever told the truth, there must have been some truthfulness in it, as Harry and Ron always had managed to get the points for the House Cup to back up their stories. The most ridiculous rumour she had heard, was that the pair of them had actually flown a car directly into the Whomping Willow, honestly…
But even as she tried – and failed – to keep her mind off of the events at Malfoy Manor, she could still hear the deranged Bellatrix Lestrange as she shouted at her about breaking into her vault, and stealing the sword. Why in the world would she break into Bellatrix' vault at Gringotts? Better yet, why in the world would she even break into Gringotts? She had a feeling it had something to do with one Harry James Potter, but she wouldn't know, not yet anyway.

Harry came back and helped her sit up. She groaned as pain shot up her back, but smiled slightly, as she saw the little vial of Pain-relieving potion next to her plate. She hadn't had a decent meal for the past two weeks, and she could feel her hunger increase rapidly, as she saw the food.
Her mouth began to water as the smell of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast with jam, and another toast with sausage hit her nose. She looked up at him slowly, and saw he looked slightly embarrassed.
"I wasn't sure what you liked, so I made a bit of everything." She nodded and tried to lift the fork, but her arms were still too weak. She sighed. Harry frowned, and cut out everything for her, where after he took out his wand, and levitated the pieces to her mouth. She grinned slightly at his creativeness, as she quickly got the meal down. He helped her drink the potion and a glass of water, and then, he told her to lie back down, and relax. She had a lot of healing to do, and would be on bed-rest at least the next couple of days. She rolled her eyes, but she was grateful to him. He had saved her life, and he was taking care of her. That was something she would never forget.
"Thank you" she whispered, but he just half-shrugged, smiled and walked back to the kitchenette.

Hermione closed her eyes, and tried to fall back to sleep, but the memories kept floating back and keeping her from resting. She was sure she would have a nightmare anyway, so she decided against sleeping. She looked around the room, and tried to identify the other persons in the room. On the floor, lying on a mattress, she saw the unmistakable red hair of Harry's best friend, Ronald Weasley. He was snoring softly, but he kept turning, and Hermione knew he most likely had a nightmare.
On the bed across form hers, lay an elderly man, and after a few moments of inspection, she realized he was man who had sold her, her wand 7 years ago in Diagon Alley – Mr. Ollivander.
She could see the goblin she had been tied to, when she was captured lying on the bed, about 3 feet over Mr. Ollivander's. He looked to be fine, though he was perfectly still, only the rise and fall of his chest an indicator that he was alive. She could see an arm sprawled over the side of the bed over hers; it was dark skinned and belonged to a person who was clearly male. The hand was too large, and the arm to muscled for it to be a female. She guessed it must have been the other boy that had been captured before the Snatchers got to Harry – if she wasn't much mistaken it was a boy from Harry's house and year, Dean Something-or-the-other. Beside the chair Harry had sat in, was another bed, but the person who lay in it had her back turned to Hermione, and she wasn't sure who she was. All Hermione was sure of, was that it was a female, and that she had long, curly blond hair, almost like Luna from her house, though 2 years below her. Now that Hermione thought about it, it was very likely that it was Luna; Luna was good at healing spells, and Harry couldn't possibly have seen to them all last night.

About half an hour later, the people around her began to stir, as the sun rose higher on the winter sky. It wasn't by any means becoming uncomfortable in the tent as muggle-tents usually became when the sun rose – but that might be because of the fact that wizarding tents mostly came with temperature-regulated bedrooms.

Hermione almost gave a self-satisfied smirk to herself, as the late teenaged girl turned around, and it was indeed Luna Lovegood from her house. It was good to see a familiar face among somewhat strangers, a face that belonged to a person she knew and liked. Luna was special, sure, but she had a kind heart, and was very insightful when she wanted to be. If you got past her strangeness, she was truly a wonderful friend, and Hermione always thought that all the pranks people, even from her own house, pulled on her were unfair.
"Hello Hermione, how are you? I'm just going to run a diagnostic spell on you," Luna said as she drew closer. Hermione smiled and said hello back, before she closed her eyes to let Luna do her thing.
"Luna aren't you still 16?" when her question was affirmed she asked the next one; "Then how can you cast these, without being traced?" She wondered briefly if the fallen Ministry had dropped the Trace, but then shook her head; very unlikely when Voldemort had taken over.
"This isn't my wand; my wand was taken upon my capture, this is a wand that I borrowed from Harry. He got about 6 wands with him when he escaped Malfoy Manor; I think yours were among them." Hermione smiled with relief; she didn't know what she'd do without her wand.
"Thanks Luna." Luna nodded, and told her she was healing well; no more broken bones, the Skele-Gro had done its job, and Harry had been very thorough when he cleaned her other wounds.
Luna went on with her diagnostics when everybody else woke up, and trying her strength, Hermione realized could probably walk with a little help.
She asked for her wand, and then conjured a pair of crutches. She hobbled to the bathroom and when she came out again, she had been in the shower and was feeling better already. She was still weak and she quickly tired out, but she managed to make it to the dinner-table.

The others joined her at the table after either being healed up by Luna, or taking showers, cleaning up. Everybody but Mr. Ollivander sat at the table at last, even Harry. Though she wasn't sure who was in the kitchen then…
"So I guess I should make introductions all around," Harry started. Hermione's throat was still sore like she had never had a sore throat before, and she was grateful not to have to speak up.
"This is Hermione Granger, she was a Ravenclaw, graduated last year if I'm not much mistaken – she was Head Girl." Hermione nodded, and recognition lit in Ron and the boy she was sure was named Dean's eyes.
"This is the goblin that showed me to my vault for the first time – Griphook" Harry introduced, and handshakes were offered all around, startling the Goblin. Not many wizards bothered with polite gestures toward goblins, it seemed.
"Dean Thomas, from my year and house, Luna Lovegood, from one year below and Ravenclaw, and to my right, Ron Weasley my best mate through the last, what is it? 7 years?" Ron grinned and playfully hit his shoulder. Just then an ugly little creature came toward the dining table, with large amounts of food hovering around him, and 8 plates balanced on his arms.
"Oh, and this is Kreacher, my house elf. He's the one you have to thank for getting us out of there; he was brilliant!" A weird blush spread across the elf's cheeks, but Hermione could see the happiness in the little individual's eyes. Hermione normally didn't approve of the elves enslavement, but she could see that the elf was happy with Harry, and that he was treating him good, so she wouldn't complain.
"Thank you Kreacher!" She told him sincerely, and elf bowed to her.
It was insane how quickly the food disappeared from the plates. Kreacher sat at the table with him, his eyes wide as he was allowed to eat with his Master and his guest – but Harry had ordered him to.

In the following two weeks, Harry reinforced the protection around them every day, and when he came up with a new idea to help protect them, he would add that as well. Ron would help him out, and they would troop around the tent with a twenty meter radius from it. Hermione had been surprised when she saw how well they both did; she had been given the impression that they were somewhat lazy when it came to schoolwork; they were never in library – though she may just never have seen them in there; it was a pretty big library – and they seemed more interested in Quidditch than anything else. But she wasn't in the same House as them, so she figured she had just misjudged them. And, Harry had had the highest score on his DADA O.W.L's in a century, so there had to be something there.

Hermione was the first to recover, and she would help with the other 'patients' as Luna had taken to calling them when she was tending them. It was discovered that Dean had worse injuries than first imagined, and Luna had ordered him to 'suck it up like a man when I have to tend to you' when he whined that he was fine, and that it was just a little bruise. But the little bruise had turned out to be internal bleeding, and Luna told him in no uncertain terms that she would make him suffer painfully – after he was healed of course – if he didn't follow her orders.

Harry and Ron would sit up late every night, sticking their heads together over some piece of parchment, and whisper up something that sounded like plans, if Hermione's eavesdropping ears heard correctly.

When Ollivander had been strong enough, Harry had asked him to identify the wands he had taken. It turned out, that he had been lucky enough to get his own wand out, along with Hermione's, Dean's, Draco Malfoy's, Bellatrix' and some bloke named Zorn Pridze's, not counting Wormtail's.
"You said that Malfoy's wand now answers to me; as do every other wand I took with force; how do I give them back?" Harry had quickly understood that the wands wouldn't work as well with this original owners, if they answered to him, but there had to be a way to give them back.
"You will have to reject them. Then, they will be without owner, and the first person who grabs hold of it – if compatible – will be its new owner." Harry grinned.
"Brilliant! Okay, this is 'Mione's wand." Hermione looked at him weirdly; he had taken to calling her that lately, as if they were the best of friends. It warmed her heart that he thought that way of her, and she was beginning to view him – and Ron for that matter; they had both been so sweet to her, helping her with whatever she needed – as her best friends.
"I, Harry James Potter, hereby reject this wand; I do not wish it to answer to me, nor do I want it. So mote it be." A flash appeared at the end of the wand, and Harry dropped it as if it had burned him. He shook out his hand, and Hermione thought that maybe it had.
"Ouch" he muttered, but Hermione hardly heard him, as she picked up her beloved wand, and felt the same warmth spread through her fingers as it had the first day she had held it. She was reunited with her wand, and it felt really good.

He repeated the process with all the wands, but Malfoy's as he had a feeling he would need it at some point – and it never hurt to train combat with two wands. He was delighted to see however, that Luna seemed to work good enough with Wormtail's wand. Her own had been snapped upon her capture, and even if Wormtail's wand hadn't chosen her as its master, it still worked well with her. Dean was happy to have his ownership of the wand back, as he had been using it, but unable to work it fully, because the ownership was given to Harry when he had taken the wands from Greyback.

"Everybody, it's time that we move on; Ron says that his oldest brother, Bill, and his wife, Fleur, would be more than willing to help us. Kreacher, if you will take Ron, Mr. Ollivander and Luna to them, and then come back here, it would be great." Kreacher nodded and Ron gave him the address, and they were gone. Hermione looked mildly confused, but when Kreacher came back and took her, Dean and Griphook with him, she didn't protest. Harry arrived not long after they did, and Kreacher popped away saying he would be there in a flash when Harry called again.

Mr. Ollivander was still weak, and Bill and Fleur were quick to usher them in, and take care of them all. Hermione overheard Ron ask Bill if he would be okay with Luna, Dean, Hermione and Ollivander to stay with them until it was safe for them to go out again, because he and Harry had to go on with this mission they were on, and no, he couldn't tell Bill what it was. Bill reluctantly agreed, not liking his youngest brother being out there, doing something dangerous. Hermione was confused, but determined to help Harry and Ron with whatever they were doing.

That night, after a surprising visit where their old Defence Professor – Remus Lupin – came and announced he had just become a father and that Harry was the Godfather if he wanted to, and that Professor Lupin was sure that his son had inherited his mother's metamorphmagus ability before getting out of there again, Hermione sneaked into the living room where Harry and Ron slept on the pull-out couch. They were surprised to see her there, as they were going through the last stages of their plan to break into Gringotts – they had already spoken with Griphook, and they had come to an understanding – but they couldn't get around the fact that Hermione was smart, and that she would undoubtedly already have guessed what they were up to.
"You two, are breaking into Gringotts, and I want to know why you are being so ridiculously stupid to do such a thing." It wasn't a request; it was a statement with an undertone of 'demands an answer'.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and sighed. They would need her on this mission, and if they were honest, she would be good to have with them.
"Okay. But you must understand that if you are to have this information, you can't want out. And when you know, it would be safer with us anyway; you would have little to no chance of being tortured for information. Are you in or out?" Hermione was startled that it was so secret. She knew it would be dangerous, but she couldn't let them down after what they did for her. She knew she couldn't bail on them once she was in on the secret, but she wanted in. So she whispered out an 'I'm in' and sat down to listen. Ron was quick to cast a Muffliato around them, and Hermione was curious, because she had never heard of it. It emitted a strange buzzing sound around them, and Hermione resolved to look into it later. This looked to be more than just a dangerous adventure; she would learn new magic too! She was sure they could all be good for each other.
And so Harry began. He spoke calmly, but Hermione could see and hear the undertone of hatred Harry had when he spoke of Lord Voldemort.
He started by explaining that normally he would call Tom Riddle by his proper name and not 'You-Know-Who' but since there was a Taboo on the name, he would refrain from doing so, and instead call him Tom or Tommy or something similar.
Ron would fill in where Harry had left something out, and between the two of them Hermione was up to speed on their Horcrux hunt and all the adventures they had been on since they started. Hermione was startled to hear about Ron leaving, but understood that he had been out of it, when he heard of his girlfriend's trip to the Headmasters office.
She learned of the prophecy and Voldemort's desperate measures for immortality. She was surprised at how well they had done at not getting caught, considering they had to break into the Ministry, and all.
"But what has all this got to do with breaking into Bellatrix Lestrange's vault at Gringotts? You- you don't think shehas one, do you?" When they both nodded she gasped.

"What do you think Riddle has made Horcrux' out of?" Harry and Ron exchanged a look, where after they launched into a tale of the Peverells', Xenophilius Lovegood, the Deathly Hallows, and the Chamber of Secrets. Hermione had no idea what it all had to do with each other, until the end, when Harry explained that just like Riddle had made his diary into a Horcrux when he was 16, he had made what they thought was the Resurrection Stone into one as well. They told her, that after speaking with Ollivander, they knew that Riddle had no idea of the Hallows, but he was after the Elder wand, because Harry's and his wands shared a core.
Hermione felt dizzy with all this new information, and slightly peeved that they really had found the Chamber of Secrets and fought the monster; a basilisk no less. How they hadn't ended up in Ravenclaw with their intellect, she would never know. On the other hand, they were Gryffindors to boot; who else would have been brave (or stupid) enough to go into the chamber to save an innocent girl from the monster?
"So what's the plan?" She asked, after minutes of trying to sort through all the information. With almost identical grins, they told her of the plan.

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