Author's Note: Hello fellow readers. Please let me know what you think. Criticism is highly appreciated. And please let me know what your thoughts are on what will happen. Sorry for the length. Hopefully the next ones will be longer.

Hermione strode down the terminal of the Seattle Airport in her blue knee high boots and sporting a dark denim mini skirt and vintage Beatles t shirt under her black trench coat. She had decided to take a break from the world of magic and visit her parents who had decided to make the move to a small town by the name of Forks, Washington.

The war was over, but she could never forget the marks that marred her skin. The marks that were worse were left behind invisible to others but traumatizing to her; they were those little reminder that would spark an old memory of the days spent worrying about death coming for her friends and herself. Harry and Ron had recovered from the past, but she simply couldn't move on. They had pleaded that she stay with them, but she knew she had to leave if she would ever begin to move on.

She stepped onto the escalator to reach the floor level. As her heels struck the tiles of the ground floor she looked up and saw her parents excitedly rushing towards her before they engulfed her in a hug.

"Hermione we are so glad you finally decided to visit with us for a while." Her mother told her as they released her.

"I missed you both so much, and I really just needed a break." She responded as they walked to the car.

After a while Hermione glanced out of the window and saw that they had finally reached their destination. Forks looked like your average small town. A few shops sprinkled here and there. Just the basics of what a town would need to survive but nothing extremely extraordinary. She decided that the town was exceptionally average, but something in the back of her mind made her wonder if this was really true of Forks.

The car took a left turn into a private drive that led to a beautiful Spanish style home with a paved stone walkway through a path surrounded by greenery and splashes of floral color. She stood next to the car as she took in the architectural gem she would be residing in.

"We were quite surprised when we found out this beauty was on the market at just the time we came looking. Luckily no one else swiped it before we did." Her dad said to her when he saw the awe she had spread all over her face.

"It's perfect" she said as she walked up the stone walkway to the dark wooden entrance to the enchantingly beautiful home.

Hermione explored the house for the rest of the day until her mother called her to the dining room for dinner. They sat at the table discussing her plans while she was in town. Mrs. Granger finally brought up continuing her education.

"So Hermione have you given any thought to attending Forks High?"

"Yes. I've decided to attend. At least until I decide to return."

"Well we can go up to the school and get you registered for your classes tomorrow if you like."

"That will be fine. May I be excused?"

"Of course you may, sweetheart." Her mother replied.

Hermione stood and made her way upstairs to where her bedroom awaited her. She stepped through the threshold to be met with the cream colored walls. Her room had a plush cream colored carpet as well. The furniture throughout the room was a deep mahogany. The queen sized bed was fitted with a red comforter and plenty of fluffy pillows.

She walked over to the door that led to her private bathroom. She walked up to the sink and turned on the tap and splashed some water on her face. She looked in the mirror and spotted the long slender scar that would forever mar her skin. It ran from the top of her neck down the length of her torso. She gave a sigh as she dried herself.

"No more feeling sorry for yourself," she said softly to herself. She prepared herself for bed and lay to rest for the day to come.

(Dream Sequence)

The harsh metallic scent of blood burned her senses as she found herself surrounded by a flurry of spells and violence when suddenly she was hit with a spell from behind. Her body erupted in pain as she fought the screams down her throat. The pain was overwhelming, and thoughts became impossible.

(End Dream)