New A/N:  I updated this fic to fit with the prequel I wrote…some of the relationships ended up altering a bit, the dynamics weren't right anymore, so I fiddled with it and here we are, eh?

It's been noticed that the diary entries don't necessarily completely correlate with the prequel (things are missing or mis-quoted, some stuff's blatantly ignored).  I did that on purpose because, and perhaps it's just me, your journal's never an accurate reflection of what really happened and there are some things you can't even share with your journal!

Newer New A/N:  Changed this chapter to fit with 'Today I Woke Up and Saved the World.'  Screwed myself on my own timeline.

This is my first fanfic, so be nice!  Not to mention that I wrote it during finals as stress reliever so it my have a slightly insane quality about it. 

Also, no one's beta'd for me so any mistakes are my fault and I apologize in advance.

This is rated R for violence and implied sex…maybe it's more pg-13 than R…if people want more detailed/explicit sex scenes, I can write them…I chose not to only because I'm not getting any at the moment so it was hard to get into it without feeling pathetic.

--Aimes

            She felt it more than she heard it, and was instantly awake, gun in hand.  A soft shattering sound…and there it was again.  The brunette slid out of bed quietly and slid the gun under her pillow to cock it.  She wore plain blue cotton pajamas and a matching spaghetti strap top.  At least I'm clothed and can move easily, she mused.  Gun at the ready, she exited her bedroom silently and made towards the source of the sound.

            At the stairs she met up with her roommate, stopped to listen for a moment, gestured, then headed for the back staircase.  As she stalked down the back stairs towards her target, her senses went into overdrive.  She saw the flash of light and dodged it, even before she heard the murmured spell.  It drove her into action instantly, raising the gun and firing at the source of the spell. 

            Fire, recoil, cock, stance….a moving target is harder to hit, Mya, so keep it going!  She fired again and in the burst of ignition light she a face came into stark relief.  "You!" she dropped her gun in shock.  And then the intruder was gone with a crack.  In the recesses of her mind, Hermione Granger registered the disapparation, but her mind was reeling.

            "Hermione?!  Are you okay?  What the hell happened?  Who was that?"  Hermione's roommate, Callah was in the doorway, assessing the situation.  Hermione looked at her with a stricken expression.

            "It…I…uh…" she faltered.  Aren't we eloquent today?  Deep breaths.  Now say it.  "We need to contact Headmaster Dumbledore.  There's a problem."  Callah looked at her, and moved to contact Dumbledore without pressing the issue.

Half an hour later:

"Miss Granger, Miss Riese, delighted to see you both." Albus Dumbledore sat serenely in the living room of the villa Hermione and Callah shared.

"What seems to be the trouble?"

As though you don't know…

"We were attacked tonight.  At two a.m. seven intruders entered our home.  Callah and I fought them off, and I managed to see only one of them."

"The interesting thing," Callah picked up in a light American accent, "is that Chaotica was not set off.  Neither Hermione's charm nor my electronics picked up these intruders.  Even Voldemort set it off when he came for Mya."

And what fun that was.  As though killing me off would weaken the Order enough to make a difference.  I'm lucky Callah was there to help me.

Flashback

They had been living together for three weeks, working on the plan to take back Hogwarts.  Callah had been introduced to Hermione by Dumbledore, and seemed to have history with everyone at Hogwarts, although she carried no wand.  Snape, especially, seemed to flinch when she approached, while Lupin's smile deepened a little whenever she was around, much to Hermione's repressed chagrin.

Callah explained that her skills were telekinesis, pyro- and electro- kinesis, and mild telepathy.  She was neither magical nor muggle, but something other, and her gifts were both unique and powerful.  She could sense the magical world, and interact with witches, wizards, and other magical creatures, but she preferred to live in the muggle world, working as a spy and researching ancient Egyptian culture.

Dumbledore had thought the arrangement might be mutually beneficial, and besides, they got along famously.

The night had been like any other.  They had finished at their respective jobs, Hermione researching Dark Magic, and Callah trying to distribute resources, and met up at a small café for coffee before dinner.  Hermione chose to work in a local library while Callah usually ended up at the park.

They had flipped a coin to see who would cook and when Hermione lost, Callah went to the market to get groceries while Hermione went home to get started on dinner.

She had felt the unease as she'd walked in.  Hermione walked as far as the couch and froze, completely spooked by something she instinctively sensed.

Evil.

A loud crack resounded.

"If it isn't the mudblood princess," drawled an arrogant British voice.

That was all he got out.  Suddenly the room exploded in noise.  A sound system blaring Rob Zombie's Dragula switched on at top volume, and all the lights turned on.  Hermione's charm slammed Malfoy against the wall, and the light illuminated his companion.

Voldemort.  Figures.  Should've made Callah cook.

The spell did not affect Voldemort, but the nerve gas released immediately after the lights switched on definitely did.  Hermione thanked the gods that her vaccination for the gas was effective in a real world situation. 

I'll have to tell Callah that worked.  I must admit, after the incident with my parents, I have a newfound respect for really loud rock music…and it's come in handy yet again. 

Hermione moved to check the two unconscious wizards and contact the Order.  Callah walked in on the scene of chaos and dropped her groceries. 

"Wow, maybe I should've cooked.  Lemme guess, Draco's father?  Arrogance runs in the family, even when unconscious.  And who's the friend?  Close your mouth, Mya, he's not the bloody Queen."

"Voldemort," Hermione explained.  And then he woke up.  He was fast, faster than Hermione.  He murmured a charm that sent her flying through a glass wall, and turned on Callah, who was already aiming.  They fired simultaneously: wand against gun.  She dodged the spell at the last second, but the bullet hit him full on in the chest.  He disapparated, and Malfoy disappeared with him.

Before he vanished he took a long hard look at Callah…and smiled.

End Flashback

Snap out of it, Mya.

"I understand your concern, Miss Granger.  That is indeed troublesome." Dumbledore seemed perturbed.  "Professor Snape will work with you on finding your attacker, and understanding what has brought him back.  Good evening."

Dumbledore exited, leaving Callah and Hermione to ponder the events of the night.

Callah caught Hermione's eye.

"Fantastic."