Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This is a work of fanfiction for entertainment purposes only. It's AU; just taking the characters for a spin in an imaginary world.

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They said my name is Hermione Granger.

They showed me a stick- polished and pretty, to be sure, albeit a piece of wood nonetheless- and called it a wand.

My wand.

They said they were witches and wizards and I was one of them.

When I laughed and said that was the most preposterous thing I have ever heard, they didn't smile and said I was a witch named Hermione Granger who used that stick- that wand- to kill people. Multiple people like them with names that I'm certain I would remember if I met them before. Peter Pettigrew. "Alastor Moody." Dolores Umbridge. Tom Riddle, etc. etc.

(You get the idea, right? I could go on but, honest, I don't remember knowing any of them.)

They said I knew them and I was a serial murderer.

But I don't remember killing anyone, owning a wand, or even being a witch, let alone being one named Hermione Granger.

I don't remember being anyone, having any belongings, or even having a name.

I only remember a flash of brilliant green eyes, a stick (sorry, wand; not my own, of course, because I'm positive I have never, ever seen that piece of wood before in my life), and one word-

"Obliviate."

...

I suppose you have questions. Good ones.

Thought-provoking ditties such as "Wait a minute, what you've just written makes no sense whatsoever. How do you know these people are who they say they are? How do we know that you are who you say you are? How did you even get here? Where did you come from? Who are you, anyway, if you're not Hermione Granger?"

To which I reply, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, ad infinitum. If my conundrum was a math problem, it would be a sequential number series, one of those fractals with an unknowable perimeter. Perhaps it would be all the digits of Pi, distilled into an infinite loop of numbers that culminate in an as-yet-untitled concept we loosely call "infinity." If my conundrum were a logic problem, I would term it a Rubik's Cube of Picasso-like flatness and Matisse-like deconstructionism. Difficult to solve, but doable, given the fact that this Wizard world seemed to have many parallels to my (so-called) Muggle (i.e., ordinary people) world.

For one, rules exist. Therefore, the underlying ruling logic must be discernible and, ergo, susceptible to reason.

And I, "Hermione Granger," am a coldly logical person.

A few things are obvious to me after a thorough consideration of all the opposing angles.

The issue of sanity aside, these witches and wizards genuinely believe they are, in fact, magical beings who can channel their energy through wands. For whatever reason, they seem to believe that I am one of them (see: previous entry) and have decided that I, in my capacity as an exceptionally brilliant witch, concocted and executed a fantastic plan to murder the reigning Undesirables of the magical community.

If I were an emotional person, I would say that this Hermione Granger, whoever she was, was doing the Wizarding World a favor. Clearly none of the deceased were contributing members to society, which rather begs the question of why I, alias Hermione Granger, would be on trial for such a benevolent act of charity while the figures of authority- the very adults conducting the trial- who left children to fend for themselves were not at least questioned about their neglect of vulnerable elements of society and, in some cases, clear appeasement and support of these so-called "evil" forces.

But I am not emotional.

I am logical.

It is clear that this trial is what people in my world would call a Witch-Hunt. (Haha, albeit not funny Ha-Ha and more ironic lip sneer Ha-ha.) This is a clear attempt to shift the blame from the obvious lack of adult intervention against rogue elements of society on Hermione Granger, who is apparently me.

Which just isn't right.

Therefore, it doesn't matter how I got here or where I came from or what my real name is.

Hermione Granger is not going down for murders committed in the name of the greater good.

I'll make sure of it.