Lost and Found 
Chapter 1: The Beginning
written by: misanoe

Posted: May 9, 2005
Missing
Hermione Granger
Brown eyes brown hair
Age: 19

She was gone and I was unable to find her. Unable to save her from 
whatever had happened. Why was it the people I cared the most about 
disappeared or vanished from my life, leaving me with things that didn't 
matter. I now went on with the hope that I would find her. For over two 
years I've searched, and I won't stop. I will ... find her.


May 15, 2011


 Bill Weasley was walking in the woods hungry and a tad bit disgruntled 
after seven straight hours of searching for a cave that did not exist. 
Here he was, sent out to expand the treasures of Gringrotts by finding 
this mystical cave and it's treasures, and he was getting no where. Mystical 
cave my ass he thought to himself as he stumbled through the forest 
searching for a cave that was supposed to resemble the mouth of a dragon. 
 Sitting down to rest his sore feet, he reached in his dusty jacket to 
get the map Gringrotts had given him. Taking our a pencil he plotted the 
land that he had covered. I'll roast in bloody hell before I retrace my 
steps in this bloody jungle because I'm unsure of the terrain I covered. 
Keeping this in mind, he studiously made sure that every hour he stopped 
to plot his progress. 
 He had been in the bloody forest for over a month now and swore he was 
going to go crazy if he didn't get out soon. It was a pity he wasn't allowed 
to apparate. Not that it would help him much if he could, you could only a
pparate to a certain place when you knew the location. Obviously he did not 
know the location. Damned Gringrotts, deciding to open up to new ventures 
with the promise of a gruesome amount of wealth. A bloody fairy tale. He 
was traipsing in these woods because of a fairy tale that told of a cave, 
with treasures. He hated his life. Shoving the map back in his pocket, he 
trudged along recollecting the words that got him here. 

"Bill Weasley, Gringrotts have decided to turn with time. We have decided 
to take new risks, ventures. As one of the most dedicated and loyal employees, 
we have decided that you would be the honored employee to assign this important 
task."

 Honored employee, important task, my bloody ass. He was running 
around the trees in search of a make believe cave with a map that could have 
been taken out of his younger sister's old book of tales. His only consolation 
at this moment in time was that one week break he would be given after he had 
completed 50 days. He was on 34 looking forward to a bed and his mums cooking. 
His mind glossed over the fact that he would have to return after a week to 
complete another 50 days. 
 He began to wonder if the rest of his life was going to revolve around these 
bloody trees. The last time he had owled Gringrotts to report his progress or 
lack thereof, he had been owled back with the response, "Continue your search." 
Bloody encouraging, these goblins. 

 I joined Gringrotts for adventure, a chance to prove myself in life. Do 
something challenging, not run around chasing fairy tales. 

 The most oblivious wizard in the world would not have missed the unearthly 
glow coming from the ahead clearing. Neville Longbottom would not have missed it, 
and well, Bill prized himself on being very sharp. It was no surprise he instantly 
noticed the glow, however, in doing so he missed the tree root on the ground and 
tripped face first into the earth. Spitting out a mouthful of dirt, he swore under 
his breath and staggered up. Looking up he once again noticed the glow that peeped 
out from the trees in between them. Taking out his wand from his back pocket, 
he cautiously approached the clearing, using the trees as cover. Bill Weasley was 
not prepared for what he saw.

 Incredible, there was no other way to describe it. In the center of the 
clearing, which was free of trees and shrubs stood a girl who seemed to be petting 
thin air. Her shiny dark chocolate hair fell into wavy curls at her waist. There 
was no doubt in Bill's mind that the glow was coming from her. Young old he could 
not tell. Her pale milky skin had an unearthly glow that beckoned to him. He was 
entranced and watched her murmur to her invisible companion in a hushed voice, 
her white robe swirling around her. Whatever she was, she was not ordinary. No 
muggle had this aura, nor magic user.
 He watched her lean her head forward as though she was listening and was 
caught unaware when she turned her head to stare directly at him. There was no 
use hiding and he knew it, the trees covered him but from her knowing gaze, it 
was to no avail. He was caught. He braved forward through the thicket and forced 
himself into the clearing. 

 She turned her head, before Bill could get a good look he was slammed against 
the closed tree trunk and held down by an invisible force, the blow knocking the 
breath out of his lungs. What the hell? Looking down he struggled valiantly, 
unable to get out of the powerful grip that pressed him against the tree. 
 "Don't kill him just knock him out."
 Bill looked up again when he heard her voice. It struck him as familiar and the 
blood drained out of his face when he got a close look of the girl's face. 
 "Hermione!" he yelled hoarsly, his throat struggling for air.
 She looked directly into his eyes. 
 "You don't belong here."
Hermione Granger repeated through his mind again and again, the last thing 
his brain acknowledged before he blacked out from the lack of air.