Wow I got more reviews for chapter one of this story then I did for chapter one of Forgetting Hogwarts. I'm shocked.

Now just so you now ahead of time, I don't actually own the first five books. At one point or another I did, but they either got lost in moving, my mother decided to take them (as 'punishment' for reading to much), or was stolen. So while I do mention stuff that happened in the book (and tried to write it out from memory) it won't be perfect. I'm sorry.

Disclaimer: I own nothing! It's all JK Rowling's. Including the attempted quotes I used from the first two books, and a sort of thing from the third book.

Have fun reading.

Remembering Hogwarts

Hermione was shocked the next day to see Mrs. Potter, Lily, and who she assumed to be Mr. Potter appear in her office the next day, halfway into the first class. The local schools were just getting out, and the dance classes were for toddlers. She would have expected Lily to be in school. None the less she greeted the two red headed females, and black haired man with a smile.

Though upon closer inspection Hermione's smile almost turned into a giggle. The man had green eyes, covered in glasses, and was somewhat thin; his hair was a mess and he had a lightning bolt scar above his left eye. But for some reason Hermione couldn't help but picture him hanging of the neck of a troll.

Barely hiding her giggle she said, "Good afternoon Mrs. Potter, I assume this is your husband?"

"It is," she said, "and please, call me Ginny. This is my husband Harry Potter." Hermione froze, and another sense of déjà vu swept over her. She had heard that name before, she was sure she had.

"Please to see," Mr. Potter started, then slightly shook his head, "meet you Herm…. Miss ah…?"

"Granger," Hermione supplied, and his face fell slightly before brightening back up, "but please call me Hermione, Mr. Potter."

"Harry," he corrected, "but we're not here to discuss names. Apparently my little princess wants to sign up for dance."

"I do Daddy," Lily said hugging Harry's arm, "I really really do."

"Well then I say we should sign you up," Harry said looking back up at Hermione, with almost sad like eyes; just well hidden sad like eyes. And Hermione dragged out the register binder, and officially signed Lily Potter up for the three dance classes.

Later that night, at the flat Hermione shared with Miranda, Hermione climbed into bed after tucking Laura in. And what a night's sleep it was.

Hermione was eleven, and was on a train. Though adult Hermione had never seen the train before, and neither had her eleven year old, it did seam familiar. She was dressed in a knee length grey skirt, dark stockings, a white blouse, a black tie, a grey vest with sleeves, and a black robe. Odd outfit really. A boy had just asked her to help find his toad, and she saw a compartment with two boys in it. Maybe they had seen this toad.

"Has anyone seen a toad," she asked bossily opening the compartment door, "a boy named Neville's lost one." She then noticed the redheaded boy held a wand over a rat, "Oh, your doing magic? Let's see it then!" and she sat down across from them. The boy said some bogus words and waved his wand. Nothing happened. She laughed, "Well that's not a really good spell is it? Me, I've only tried a few simple one's my self." And she fixed the taped glasses of the black haired boy. He removed his glasses and both eleven year old and adult Hermione recognized him.

"Holy cricket! You're Harry Potter!" she exclaimed and turned to the redhead, "I'm Hermione Granger, and you are…?"

He half swallowed his mouth full of candy, "I'm," swallow, "Ron Weasley."

"Pleasure," Hermione said standing up in disgust as he shoved his face with more candy, "you two better change into your robes, I expect we'll be arriving soon." And she left them.

And then her dream changed.

Hermione was now twelve. It was Halloween and both her and Ron were worrying about Harry. It was well into dinner and Harry still hadn't returned from his detention with Professor Lockhart. She sighed almost romantically at thinking of the professor's name.

"Lets go look for him," Ron suggested and Hermione nodded putting her book of Halloween legends into her bag, and stood up to follow Ron from the hall. They found in on the second floor practically running down the corridor, his ear to the wall.

"Do you hear it?" he asked them after spotting them.

Though both Ron and Hermione looked at him like he was crazy Hermione said, "Hear what Harry?"

"The voice" Harry said, then yelled, "I think it's going to kill someone, come on!" and he took off running. Ron and Hermione barely managed to keep up. They skidded to a stop in a puddle of water. On the wall written in red was the creepiest message she had ever seen; and to make it worse Mrs. Norris, Mr. Filtch's cat, was hanging by her tail.

"Run," managed to escape Ron's mouth, and Hermione had to agree. But before they could sounds of people could be heard coming down the corridor, and soon it was flooded with teenagers, and pre-teens all of who stopped to look at the message and cat, and started gasping.

Then one boy called out above the crowd, "Enemies of the heir beware, you'll be next Mudbloods." Hermione's eyes fell upon the boy who said the insult. Little Hermione sneered at him, but adult Hermione was in shock. This boy could be the male version of her own precious Laura, only he had straight hair, and his eyes were a little lighter then Laura's.

Before Hermione could really stare at him the dream changed again.

Hermione was now thirteen. She had just gotten out of Care of Magical Creatures class. Younger Hermione thought the class was normal, while adult Hermione couldn't think of what the was, or why she was there. Ahead of them, the blond boy from the dream earlier was laughing at the teacher of the class, who Hermione hadn't seen as she had just entered the dream. But for some reason both younger and adult Hermione took offence to his laughing. Her arm reached out, pulled him back and whipped him around.

"Don't touch me," he hissed, and he looked like he was going to add something else to that when a Hermione's hand contacted his face as hard as she could swing her arm. He looked shocked and then ran off. Hermione stared at her hand in disbelief. The slight sting from the impact was worth it, while next to her Harry and Ron were cheering away.

And then any more dreams were cut off by the alarm clock buzzing next to Hermione, and her hand fell upon the off button to stop the sound. Hermione sat up and rubbed some sleep from her eyes. Stifling a yawn she got out of bed to find an outfit for the day.

It unnerved her that she could remember the dreams so clearly. She had a hard time remembering anything from the past or dreams. In fact her whole teenage years were a jumble of Mildred's Boarding School for Girls that closed down, and burnt down, when she was eighteen; and her being at home.

It wasn't just remembering the dreams that unnerved her; it was what was in them that really scared her. First off, why would she dream of this Harry Potter person who enrolled his daughter in dance class today? And the male version of Laura, Hermione seamed to be hate him, and Hermione couldn't figure out why she would dream about hating her daughter; even if she dreamed her a boy and seemingly evil.

The weird part was, while dreams always seam real, after you wake up, you relies it wasn't real at all. Only Hermione couldn't help but shack the feeling that they were real. In fact they almost implanted themselves in her memory, within her ones of the Mildred's School.

Hermione just shook her head as she changed into a pair of jeans and a red t-shirt. She ran her fingers through her hair a couple times before heading to the kitchen to start making breakfast. But she still couldn't shake the feelings the dream gave her.

"You just need a cup of tea to help you wake Hermione. That's all it is," she told herself, not sure if she believed that though.

And there it is. Hermione is beginning to remember her past. Now if seeing her best friend could jog her memory like this, imagine what could happen if she saw her ex-fiance.

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