Author's note (Read this is important)
Hey guys this is not an update. This is just me fixing some mistakes. .96780 pointed out a mistake to me so thank you so much. In this chapter I implied that Sirius, Remus, and Tonks died in the war and then I introduced them in chapter 5 as being alive. I'm really sorry for the confusion. She also pointed out that in chapter 3 I said that Hermione moved in with the Weasleys and in chapter 5 I said she moved into Grimuald place. She did move into Grimuald place, again im really sorry for the confusion. The next two updates is me changing the names in the dream and fixing the mistakes.
Chapter 2 (Hermione's POV)
We were at Hogwarts, in the Gryffindor common room. Harry was on the floor with his broom lying across his lap as he polished it. Ron and Neville was on either side of him, both with large grins on their faces. Ginny was next to me on the couch smiling down fondly at the boys at our feet. We were just children, thirteen years old, enjoying life, spending time with friends without care in the world.
But then the scene changed. I was still at Hogwarts, but instead of laughing with the people I loved, I was fighting for my life with the same people. We were at the final battle. Harry was dueling Voldermort. Lavender Brown and I were tag teaming Antonin Dolohov while countless other people were fighting just as hard as we were all around us.
The ground was littered with dead bodies, some from the Light side and some from the Dark side. I was trying to see if Harry needed help but at the same time keeping myself alive. I saw the green light burst from Dolohov's wand and hit Lavender right in the chest right before she fell to the ground with an inaudible thud. I cried out but I knew I couldn't stop fighting. I couldn't run to her side, like I was tempted to do. I had to help Harry. I shot a curse at Dolohov and made a run for where Harry was.
Over on my left I saw Neville dueling with Bellatrix Lestrange and saw him fall as well. To my right was Collin Crevvy, trying to hold his own against two Death Eaters, and losing. He fell as well. I made it to Harry just as soon as Voldermort cast the 'Avada Kedavra' at him.
"No!" I shot up in bed, my hand flying towards my rapidly beating heart, and my chest heaving with every breath I took. I looked around the dimly lit room tried to regain my bearings. I was still at the Cullen's house. Light was peaking in through the curtains and a quick look at the clock told me it was a little after eight. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that it was just a dream. But I knew that it wasn't, it was a memory.
"It's over. That's in the past. There is nothing I can do about it." I told myself, burying my head in my hands and letting all my bottled up emotions flow out.
For the first time in weeks I cried. I cried for my parents. I cried for Lavender, Fred, Neville, Mad-eye, and Collin. I cried for all the other people I had lost in my life. I cried for the childhood I would never be able to experience and I cried for the things that I was forced to do and see. Once my breathing had slowed down and my heart rate returned to normal I decided that it was time to get up and face the day.
Thirty minutes later found me standing in front of the bathroom mirror, with the steam from my shower flowing around me, and my damp hair hanging loosely down my back. My fingers ghosted over the scars that littered my body. The only places on my body left unscathed were my face and legs. My arms were littered with cuts that I had earned during the war, as were my back and stomach. I had a particularly nasty one that ran from right below my left breast down to the dip of my right hip. That one I had got from Dolohov in the battle of the department of mysteries. Another one that stood out more so than the others was the one on my right arm where Bellatrix Lestrange had dug a cursed knife in me to get information.
I sighed and looked back down at my bag. I decided to wear a black tank top with one of Harry's sweatshirts over it and a pair of jeans. I pulled on the clothes and went to retrieve my wand from the bedside table. I used a quick drying spell for my hair, tucked my wand into my jean pocket, and sat down on the bed in order to put my shoes on.
"Where were you Mione?" A voice asked from the doorway. I turned around and saw Bella standing there.
"Pardon?" I asked.
"Where were you for the past two years?" She clarified.
I sighed and turned back around rubbing a hand over my face as I did. I knew we would be having this conversation, it was inevitable, but I was hoping it wouldn't be so soon.
"Come here Bella." I said patting the spot next to me on the bed. She obeyed and waited for me to say something. I sighed again and buried my head in my hands. After a few moments I looked back at her and said, "I was busy."
Bella gave me a look that screamed 'really that's the best you can come up with?'
I sighed once again and ran a hand through my hair. "I don't know what to say Bells." I told her honestly. "I was doing things that I can't tell you about. For your safety as well as mine."
She paused for a moment and asked, "Did it have something to do with your parents?"
I bit my lip and nodded. Bella knew that my parents were murdered but not why or by whom. "It had something to do with it yes."
"Why didn't you write me back?"
"I couldn't. It wasn't safe." I answered. I knew I had hurt Bella by not replying but it would have hurt her worse if the Death Eaters had gotten a hold of her. "If I had contacted you in any way you would have became a target."
"A target to who?"
Why did she have to ask the questions I couldn't answer? "I can't tell you that." I sighed. She was about to say something but I held a hand up to stop her. "Listen please. I can't tell you what I was doing. I can't tell you much of anything about my past. I am bound by law not to speak about it. I wish I could. I wish I could tell you everything but I just can't."
She thought it about it for a minute before nodding. "Alright, I'm not happy about it, but I can deal with it."
I sighed in relief. "Thank you." I said pulling her in for a hug.
"Alright. I think Esme has breakfast cooked. Let's go down."
"You go ahead. I'll be down in a second." She nodded, patted my knee, and made her way out of the room, shutting the door behind her. I ran a hand through my hair again and leaned back on the bed.
After a minute or two I sat back up and got my wand back out. "Expecto Patronum", I whispered. A giant silver otter flew out of the tip of my wand, danced around me, before flying off to harry. The Patronus was telling Harry about the conversation with Bella and about what my plans for the day was.
After tucking my wand safely inside my pocket I made my way downstairs.
Breakfast was….weird. The war had made me extremely perceptive. I had been trained to notice things, especially things that seemed a little abnormal. And the Cullens scored a ten on the 'abnormal scale'. For one, their eyes. I know for certain that their eyes had been dark, almost a black color, yesterday. That in itself was weird. I had learned that they were all adopted, so how could they all have the same eye color. Even in a blood related family it was strange for every offspring to have the exact same eye color. Today their eyes were an interesting gold color.
Secondly, they hardly ate. I know I can't really say anything, considering I hardly eat as well, but I ate more than they did. I honestly don't think they put any food in their body. They just moved it around on the plate and raised the fork to their mouth. I at least eat some of it.
And last, all through breakfast I felt someone trying to get passed my Occlumency shields. I had a feeling I knew who it was but I wasn't for certain, and I had no idea how they were doing it.
Add all of these together and you get a very suspicious witch. Maybe it was just my paranoia kicking in. I don't know. But I did know for sure I would keep an eye on the family.
"So Hermione, Bella tells us you're from England?" Esme asked in a soft tone once we were all seated in the living room after breakfast.
"Yes ma'am. I lived there my whole life." I replied.
"Some acquaintances of mine live in London, England. Would you by any chance know of them?" Carlisle inquired.
"I don't really know a lot of people in England. For the better part of eight years I lived in a board school in Scotland."
"Oh so you're a rich kid." Emmett teased from next to me, bumping his shoulder against mine. Emmett was incredibly easy to get along with. He reminds me so much of the twins I cant help but love him.
I rolled my eyes and retorted, "At least I don't have ten cars and a house made entirely of glass."
"Touché." Emmett said with a chuckle.
"Speaking of houses, would someone mind giving me a ride back to Bella's?" I asked.
"Why do you need to go back there?" Alice asked, with a confused look on her face.
"I left my bike there and I was planning on driving down to the Real Estate office to look at houses."
"Mom, don't you have some houses for sell?" Edward asked Esme.
Esme's face lit up with excitement before she nodded in the affirmative and flounced out of the room. She returned a few minutes later with a stack of folders in her hand. "Here's the information on them if you want to go over it."
I grinned at her before shooing Emmett off of the couch and patting the vacated seat in a gesture for her to sit down. She complied and sat the folders on the coffee table.
Thirty minutes later I had settled it down to a house not too far from where we were now. It wasn't really a house, more of a manor, but I had plenty of money to spend so I wasn't really worried. It had two master suites with a study and a bathroom connected to each one, four guestrooms, two baths (not counting the two in the master suites), a kitchen, a dining room, a living room, a sitting a room, and the best part, it had a library!
Esme cautioned me about the price, but I assured her money was no object. I knew I could afford it. My parents left me quite a bit of money plus the money that the Ministry gave me for helping defeat one of the darkest wizards of all time. In short I was rich. All of my money was kept safe in my vault at Gringotts.
I signed a few papers and then gave her my Gringotts card. The card was genius, once it's swiped however much you owe gets taken from your vault and automatically sent to the bank of the person or place you owe. The Cullens and Bella gaped at me and inquired as to where I got that much money from.
"Some of it my parents left me, some of it I saved up over the years, but most of it came from the government." I responded.
"Why did the government give you money?" Rosalie sneered.
"Community Service." I replied in the same haughty tone she used with me. Her eyes held some respect I them but she glared at me and looked away. I smirked.
So that was that. I now owned my very own house in Forks, Washington and was scheduled to move in tomorrow. I couldn't wait.
Authors note
Again I am sorry for the wait. Review please.