Disclaimer: If I owned HP, would I be writing fanfiction? No, I'd be working on the 6th book. Same for Anastasia.
Ticket to Paris (Part Two)
Mia twirled around. Two men - both around her age - stared at her as if she was practically an intruder - then again, she was.
Blushing, she ran towards the door.
"Hey! Stop!" Harry cried. "Why are you here?"
Mia stopped and turned. "Are you Harry?" she asked, her brown eyes wide.
Harry gasped. That girl...Hermione had that exact same eyes. He shot John an excited glance, but decided to play it cool. "That depends on who wants to know."
"Well, this is going to sound crazy," Mia took a deep breath. "I'm Mia. I need travel papers to go to Paris. I don't know who I am, where I come from, that's why I'm hoping a trip to Paris will answer my questions. I was found wandering when I was seventeen. I don't remember anything before that, I have very little memories of the past."
"That's perfect," Harry whispered to John.
"We're going to Paris ourselves. I've got three exit visas and tickets to Paris. Two for John and me, but the third one's for Hermione."
Mia frowned. "Hermione who?"
"We're going to reunite Hermione with her lover, Draco Malfoy in Paris. You know, you kind of look like her, the eyes and everything. You're even the same age!" John said, strolling around her.
"Wait... are you trying to tell me I'm Hermione?" Mia asked, flustered.
"Well, I've seen thousand of girls from Hogsmeade and none of them even come as close as you."
"You're mad!"
"Well, you don't remember what happened to you, and no one knows what happened to her. You are looking for family and Paris, her family is in Paris. Ever thought about the possibility?" Harry asked.
Mia shook her head.
"Well, I'm sorry," Harry said. "But our third ticket is strictly reserved for Hermione."
Mia fiddled with her necklace. Could it be? Could she really be Hermione Granger? Well, why not give it a shot? After all, I have no where else to go, she thought to herself.
"Wait! If I don't remember who I am, then who's to say I'm not Hermione, right? Even if I'm not, it's just an honest mistake."
Harry laughed. "Either way, it'll get you to Paris. However, you do need to brush up on certain things. Like your posture, your clothes..."
"Are you saying that I'm not half as good as Hermione?"
John laughed. Would these two people quarrel all the way to Paris?
Well, it was a small price to pay. At least, they'd found their Hermione.
Hermione. The name echoed through the Great Hall...
...waking a small white owl.
It was Voldemort's owl, Serpens, who'd lived in a small corner of the abandoned castle ever since his master had been reduced to a wandering soul. Next to him, Voldemort's wand lay in cobwebs - cold, dark and lifeless.
Hah, Hermione's dead, all of the students who didn't escape are dead, dead, dead... Serpens thought.
The wand next to him started to tremble slightly. Then, an eerie green glow surrounded it and smoke began to wisp out.
A ghost slipped out from within the wand. Suddenly the wand shot off like a rocket, pulling Serpens with it. They crashed through a wall, into the icy water, down, down, down...
At last he landed in a pile of stones. As he peeked out, he saw someone he knew.
Or at least, used to know.
Voldemort!
But, he was supposed to be dead. Serpens watched Dumbledore strike him with the unforgivable curse!
"Master, is that you?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes." Voldemort reached out for Serpens, but his hand went right through him. "See what I have become..." Voldemort's expression suddenly grew grim. "Something has happened...I could feel forces stirring... What is it? Tell me...tell me NOW!"
"Hermione...she's alive! She caused me to lose my successor...now she will pay... if only I hadn't lost the key to my powers..."
Serpens picked up the wand from the pile of stones. "You mean, this?"
Voldemort grabbed the wand. He snatched the wand from Serpens and laughed. He had once been the most powerful dark wizard ever to exist - the heir of Salazaar Slytherin. Now he was a member of the walking dead. And that blasted Dumbledore was to blame! But he would have his revenge soon...
Voldemort stroke his wand. "Together again," he cackled evilly, "my dark purpose will be fufilled, and the last of the mudbloods will die!"
A/N: This chapter was shorter as I got home really late, but still wanted something up. I will be writing a longer chapter tomorrow!
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Harry might end up with Ginny, I don't know. Hermione might get confused whether she likes Draco or Harry better, but she'll end up with Draco.