Chapter 18

Everyone stared at the young witch and suddenly, a shadowy image of a woman with golden hair appeared over her form but disappeared as Hermione fell down to the ground unconscious. Remus carried Hermione to her bedroom while Mrs. Weasley took care of her. When Remus came back downstairs, everyone was quiet from what happened.

"You had to upset her." Sirius said to Severus facing him.

"I had to." He answered.

Sirius raised an eyebrow at him, "You had to! Hermione is not herself and-"

"You don't think I know that!" Snape yelled, "I've noticed that Miss. Granger wasn't herself every since she started to hear voices that day in my classroom. I had to make her angry just so we can see how powerful she really is."

"That's helpful." Sirius muttered.

"How about we go upstairs and ask Molly how Hermione's doing?" Tonks suggested.

Everyone nodded and went inside the bedroom. Hermione was lying on her bed with a peaceful look. Her long brown hair was between her shoulders and her skin was back to it's regular color.

"How is she doing, Molly?" asked the old headmaster.

Mrs. Weasley sighed as she turned to face Ablus, "So far, she stopped moving but keeps muttering something that I can't hear. When she wakes up, I don't want anyone upsetting her." Molly said as she vacated the room.

The Headmaster of Hogwarts turned to face Severus, "Does Tom know about Hermione's powers?" he asked in a concern tone.

Meanwhile in the Riddle Manor….

The Dark Lord was in his muggle grandparents home and apparently, how much he hated them. It was the only safe place for him to hide from the Order. Voldemort was inside his library reading a dark art book.

"My Lord!" yelled a death eater

It was Lucius Malfoy. He bowed down to the pale man and looked up at him.

"My lord, I have information about Potter's mud-blood friend." He said, "My son, Draco, said that she heard voices about someone going to kill her during class."

"Malfoy," The Dark Lord said, "I have no interest with Potter's friends right now and how they deal with their social life in class."

"Yes sir." Malfoy answered, "Here is a picture my son took of her." He answered again and left the library.

Voldemort looked at the picture and his dark eyes widen. "It's her!" he thought, "But it couldn't be." She has her eyes…her curly hair…her smile…..everything that is Jane. Voldemort shook his head. "It couldn't be her. She died a long time ago." He whispered. He exits the library, went to his bedroom, and fell asleep on his bed. He closed his eyes and pictured the last time he saw Jane.

A woman with long, curly golden hair with brown clothing (she looks like the main character from Princess of Thieves) holding an arrow and bow. However, her arrow was on fire, it was one of her powers; she was ready to aim it at a person across from her.

"This is your last chance." She yelled, "One pull and you're dead for good."

"You really think you're going to kill me?" the younger Voldemort asked.

"I do." She answered but in a shaky voice, "All you have to say is "I surrender" and you will stop killing innocent people."

"Never." Voldemort answered back in a harsh voice.

When he answered, he noticed that a tear fell down on her cheek before the arrow was flying towards him. Without thinking, he reserved the arrow with his hand and it struck Jane in the chest.

"No!" he thought when he noticed what he had just done.

Jane looked down at her chest and saw the arrow. Abruptly, with one heartbeat blood came out of Jane's mouth. Jane fell down to the ground onto her back and tried to find her breathe but couldn't. Then, a figure approached over her….it was Voldemort. Jane looked up at him and saw his blue eyes…not black…but blue. Jane's vision soon began to blur and couldn't see the person in front of her. Closing her eyes, she whispered something that hopefully, Voldemort could her.

"There is still in good in you." She whispered, "I know there is." And her eyes were shut.

Hermione sat straight up in bed, gasping for air and drenched in sweat. Her eyes swept around and saw the adults and her friends looking at her worriedly. She breathe a sigh of relied….it had been a dream…only a dream, she thought. It had been so vivid….so real….like she was Jane.

"Hermione?" Ginny asked as she walked towards her, "Are you okay?"

Hermione nodded, "I'm sorry if I scared anyone from before. I guess I got frustrated and I didn't mean to throw a fireball at you, Professor Snape."

Snape nodded the apology, "It's alright, Miss. Granger. What were you dreaming about?"

"Excuse me?" she asked.

"Hermione, you were having a vision or a dream or whatever before you woke up." Remus answered her, "You kept murmuring in your sleep and we couldn't hear what you were saying until the last part."

"What last part?" she asked getting annoyed.

Hermione looked around the room and saw that no one was going to answer her question. Hermione stared at Harry and Harry stared at her but within a few seconds, Harry turns his back on her. Then, the young teenager remembered what she/ Jane had said.

"Hermione?" asked Remus, "Would you please tell us about the dream?"

Hermione sighed, "It was more like a vision…of the past. It felt like I was there witnessing it but…." She stopped.

"What?" asked annoying Ron, "what is it?"

"It felt like I was someone else." She answered finally.

Harry turned around surprised. "Was Voldemort making Hermione see things?" he thought.

"Who were you?" Harry asked as everyone turned to face him.

"I was my ancestor, Jane." Hermione answered, "I…she…Jane and Voldemort were in war. Before, Jane was about to shot him she asked him to stop what he's doing and she won't kill him." Hermione looked down at her hands, "But he refused the offer. Jane's arrow was about struck Voldemort but…..he used his powers and it reflected it back at me…i mean Jane."

Hermione heard all of the women in the room gasp in fright. Hermione then felt something was burning her chest. She ripped her shirt, exposing her bra, and saw a small scar on there. "This is the same spot where Jane was shot." Hermione thought. "This is not good." Hermione put her shirt back on and saw all of the men in the room turning the other way of the room. She blushed and forgot that they were still in the same room.

"Sorry." She shrugged, "I have a scar on my chest. It's the scar from the battle… where Jane was shot from her own arrow. She survived the attack but she believed that there was still good in Tom."

"Tom?" questioned Sirius, "Tom Riddle is dead, Hermione."

"No he is not!" Hermione yelled at him, "His eyes. They were blue when I…Jane saw was on the ground hurt."

"Hermione, dear…"said Mrs. Weasley, "It's late and everyone should be in there rooms right now asleep."

She opened his mouth, but closed it without speaking. Everyone exited her room leaving Hermione hurt and confuse right now. Hermione put her head on top of her legs trying not to cry.

"There is still in good in you." Hermione whispered, "I know there is."