This story mysteriously disappeared; I don't know what happened to it. I had something like fifty chapters up and it was my very first stab at fanfiction. I did have the first drafts saved on my Ipad so, I'll be editing these chapters heavily. I don't have a beta so if you notice any mistakes…eh, sorry Microsoft word didn't catch them.

Anyway, I don't own Harry Potter, if I did I would be super pissed at Fanfiction writers. Seriously, fanfiction killed my love of the books, I can't even read them anymore without wondering why Ron is being so sensible and thinking Draco is obviously under imperius curse.

It began when Hermione was only 4 years old, until that point she was just a precocious child, curious about the world. At night her dreams were filled with faces and places she had never seen before. She dreamed of a castle and a lonely girl who shared her name, adventures and magic one could only read about in fairy tales. Her parents believed she had an active imagination, until she threw a tantrum and broke every window in the house.

Hermione knew things, things any regular child should not know. Literature, mathematics, and history were a breeze for her. No one seemed to understand her, except her sisters of course. There were never 3 sisters who loved each other more; the Evans girls looked out for one another. Petunia learned of Hermione's gift when she was 7, she forbade her sisters from telling anyone outside their family about the strange occurrences. She, in all her seven years of knowledge, just knew if anyone found out they would take her sister away. Lock them up never to be seen again and she couldn't let that happen her little sisters. To emphasize her point her she told them horrible stories of asylums and hospitals that would keep them in padded room cells.

Lily, while quite bright for her age, was never a match for her twin's genius. It never made her love her any less; it still terrified her when she would catch glimpses of those nightmares in her sister's mind. At school, the twins were ostracized because of Hermione's knowledge and ability to make things just happen. They saw Lily as the weak twin so they would try to bully her and steal her things. Hermione couldn't let that stand so she would change their hair color or make them trip to protect her sister. It wasn't until the twins when 8 that Lily was able to do the same strange things as her sister when she was particularly upset.

It was on the twins tenth birthday that they would finally meet someone just like them. Hermione had to pull Lily from the cocoon of blankets that morning yelling excitedly that it was their birthday and Tuney promised to bring them to park and do their hair. There were few differences in the twins, the main was their hair. While Lily had bright flaming red hair her sister's was a dark red. They both had almond shaped emerald eyes, upturned button noses, and a smattering of freckles along the bridge of their noses.

"Lils it's time to go!" Hermione cried as she finally pulled her sister from the bed and she landed on the floor with a soft thump.

"Really Mya? Was that necessary?!" Lily cried out dramatically as she rubbed her backside with a pout.

"Are you girls coming? I have a surprise for you!" Petunia's voice carried up the stairs.

The girls shared an excited smile before they rushed down the stairs to find their sister with two small boxes in her hands. With a large grin she held her hands out to the birthday girls. They eagerly ripped them open to find matching silver lockets with three stones, a sapphire and two emeralds. Looking up at their older sister, Petunia pulled an identical locket from beneath her shirt. Upon closer inspection the backs were engraved with 'deirfiúracha go deo', meaning 'sisters forever'. Inside was a picture of the three of them, Petunia in the middle, an arm around either twin. The girls embraced each other fiercely, thanking their older sister for such an amazing gift.

"If you girls hurry up, we can stop by Sammy's on the way to the park, get you get some chips or cakes." Petunia promised with conspiring wink.

Twenty five minutes later the girls found themselves on the swings, laughing as Lily dribbled brown sauce all over her new trainers. Checking to make sure no one was around; Hermione waved a hand, removing the stain. Petunia pursed her lips, worrying some may see but kept quiet since it was their birthday.

"Let's fly Mya!" Lily cried out as they swung higher, her hair cascading out behind her.

"You know you can't do that! Someone might see!" Petunia whispered loudly, looking to between her sisters on either side of her.

The twins merely smiled at Petunia before grabbing her by the hands and pulling her along with them. They floated up in the air for a few moments before slowly gliding to the ground ten feet away from the swings. Petunia loved the feeling of belonging with her sisters, especially since she didn't appear to have the same abilities as her twin sisters. Torn between wanting thrash them within an inch of their lives and smacking them for their cheekiness, she pulled them into a hug. Suddenly, movement in the corner of Petunia's eye caught her attention; she whirled around, pushing the girls behind her.

"If I yell, run straight home and don't let anyone in the house without the password, understand?" Petunia hissed to the young girls behind her while she kept her eyes focused on the shrubs. The girls nodded hesitantly, eyes wide with fear as they looked around their sister. "Oi! You perves in the bushes!? Come out or I'm phoning the police"

The trio was surprised when a small boy fell from the bushes with red cheeks. He looked like he was wearing a woman's silk blouse and pants far too big for him. The girls looked him over wearily, waiting for him to speak first. He pushed his long inky black hair out of his eyes and looked them over nervously.

"I'm not a pervert...I just didn't know there were any other witches in the area." He muttered shyly, lowering his gaze to his scuffed trainers.

"Witches!? Who the hell are you to call me and my sisters witches?!" Petunia shrieked backing up from the rude boy. Lily peaked around her sister and glared at him with her hands on her narrow hips.

"Witches? That's not very nice." She hissed furiously.

"What? How is not nice? It's what you are and I'm a wizard!" The young boy's skinny chest puffed out with pride as he grinned smugly.

"You're a nutter! Let's go home, Tuney, Lils?" Hermione looked the boy over, feeling like his obsidian eyes looked very familiar but she shrugged it off.

"You'll see! When you get your Hogwarts letters, you'll see I'm not lying!" He called out to their retreating backs, making the girls freeze in their determined strides and look to Hermione with wide eyes. There were many nights that they stayed up late talking about the huge castle, three headed dogs, and flying broomsticks. They always wondered if it actually existed and here was a boy who seemed to know what was in her dreams. Hermione spun on the ball of her foot, gaping at the boy, her emerald eyes wide with wonder.

"How do you know about Hogwarts?" Hermione asked softly, hoping it wasn't an elaborate joke.

"I told you, I'm a wizard and next year I'll get a letter and I'll be off to study magic in a castle in Scotland!" He spoke slowly as there was something wrong with her for not knowing, as if it were common knowledge. Hermione took a tentative step forward, shadowed closely by her sisters

"Tell me more." She demanded urgently, her hands instinctively reaching out to her sisters for support. The boy smiled widely, his black eyes glittering as he took a step forward.