Chapter three: The Girl who lived?

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Goodbye world.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Bellatrix screamed.

And everything went blank.

Hermione remained unconscious for many days unaware of the fact that she was now in a whole different world, unaware of the fact that she was now being treated by a elf by the name of Arwen in a place called Rivendell, unaware of what lies ahead for her and unaware of the fact that their is a whole new dark lord and a war that she'll get sucked into and that it's just beginning. Hermione regained consciousness slowly and wondered where she was. Am I dead? The last thing I remember is Bellatrix trying to kill me... She looked at a table right next to her and saw that her wand and her bag she took with her were there. "You're awake." A voice said. Hermione jumped a little, she didn't notice there was someone in the room with her. She was a tall woman with dark hair and blue eyes. She looked like a veela, a angel maybe. Yep, I am dead. She smiled down at Hermione.

"How are you feeling?" She asked and the strange woman sat at my bedside.

"I'm doing better, thanks... Hope you don't mind me asking but where am I exactly?"

"You are in Rivendell. You've been here for a week. I found you while I was riding. I was actually wondering where you came from. You wore very strange clothes and looked to be close to death." She said.

Rivendell? How on Earth did I get here? Wherever I am I am not in the wizarding world anymore. Should I tell her where I'm from? She seems trustworthy she has been healing me and I surely wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for her, plus what would I tell her if I didn't. I don't know anything about this place. This is so strange.

"Where exactly is Rivendell?" I asked.

"Rivendell is an Elven city in middle earth. I am an elf. I'm Arwen. My father is the Lord of Rivendell." Arwen replied.

Middle Earth? Elves? She looks a lot more like a veela than a elf. I'm getting more confused by the second.

Awren must have noticed the confused look on Hermione's face cause she said.

"You aren't from here are you? I knew there was something about you. Right next to you we found this stick in your hand and a bag that seemed to have no end to it." Awren said calmly.

Hermione shook her head and decided she should tell Awren about where she came from even if she did sound crazy.

She told Awren about the wizarding world and the story of Harry and of Tom Riddle, She told her about Hogwarts and about the hatred of muggle borns, she told her all about what happened after the last battle was over and about what Bellatrix did to her. When she was done Awren looked down sadly not looking at Hermione.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"You have been through so much evil but I hate to tell you this that it is not over." Awren said.

"What do you mean?" Hermione said getting worried.

And Awren then told her all about Sauron, the ring(Hermione was greatly reminded of Horcruxes when she explained the ring), Frodo and about the Council of Elrond, which Awren said would take place in just a few days.

"Perhaps going to the Council will help you better understand. I'm sure I can talk to my father about it. Would you want to attend it?" Awren asked.

"I'd love to." I said still a little confused but eager to learn more about this place and about the ring.

Author's note: End of chapter three! I know this chapter is rubbish, but I promise the next one will be better. Please tell me what you think. J Hope you keep reading!