The Forbidden Forest had always been a mystery. Things happened in the forbidden forest that no one could know. People disappeared and returned years later. Others had claimed to see things. So, it was no wonder that when an anger-fuelled Hermione Granger stomped into the forest on a particularly cold winter's day that something strange was bound to happen.

"Bloody, stupid, ridiculous boys!" She seethed. Her fists were clenching and unclenching as she stomped through the trees. "Fighting! Over a bloody girl!" Indeed they had been fighting. They were both now bloody-lipped in the hospital wing and glaring at one another from opposite sides of the room. All over Cho Chang.

"Stupid little – oomph!" She tripped on a tree root and landed face first on the dirty ground. "Wonderful." She remarked, sitting up and leaning against the trunk of the nearest tree. She huffed, crossing her arms across her chest and glaring at a stray flower. "Immature." She muttered.

Hermione continued to mutter under her breath for another twenty minutes, until she decided to head back to the castle after realising exactly where she was. "Oh bloody hell. Can this day possibly get worse? Next thing I know, Filch'll –" She never got to finish that sentence.

She tripped over that pesky root again. Only this time, she just seemed to keep falling. She screamed in terror as she opened her eyes, only to see grass covered ground coming up on her fast. Hermione swore she hadn't been that high up...

She landed with a thud, her wand snapping and the force of the fall, knocking her out.

The sudden appearance of a girl falling from the sky had roused the villagers. The people of Hadrian's Wall gathered around her limp body in wonder. Exclamations of 'How did that happen?' came in all forms.

"What is this?" A Roman Bishop by the name of Germanius shoved through the crowd, sneering at anyone who stood in his way. "How did this happen?" He demanded.

Someone from the crowd answered him. "She fell from the sky." It was a wonder to the people.

"From the sky?" He asked, gaining nods from a few of the crowd. "A witch! A witch! Burn her! She must be burnt at the stake! Kill her!" He shouted. Two guards came through the crowd, doing as ordered.

It was then that Hermione's eyes flickered open, only to see the ugly faces of two men and feel the hands grab her roughly by the arms. "Hey! What are you doing?! Put me down, you brutes!" She exclaimed as they wrenched her up from the ground.

"Silence, Witch! We will not have any of your treachery upon us!" Germanius shouted at her. "You, prepare the bon fire!" He ordered. More soldiers came to do his bidding as they dragged Hermione away.

"No, you bloody wankers! Don't burn me!" She shouted. The two guards took her over to the nearest pole and bound her arms tightly behind her. "I swear that if you don't untie me right this instant, I'll kick your arses into OBLIVION!"

Germanius marched up to her and slapped her across the face. "You dare say such profanities in front of a Bishop! This just proves it! And look at your clothing! A wench too!" He exclaimed, spitting on her.

Hermione's eyes widened and for the first time she took in her surroundings. She gasped. The people were not wearing normal clothing. They were riding horses and there were men in armour. Oh Merlin! She was in Medieval times!

She began hyperventilating. "Oh god. Oh shit." She cursed. "Merlin's bloody beard!"

"What's going on out here?" A man on a horse asked testily, looking down at Hermione and the Bishop. "Why is she bound?" He demanded to know.

"She is a witch!" The Bishop exclaimed. "She is to be burnt, knight." He informed with a sense of superiority.

The guy snorted. He had dark brown eyes and dark brown hair in a bunch of frizzy curls. "You think that you have the right to take someone's life for-for some claim that she is a witch! You are dead wrong, Bishop."

"You speak to me like that? How dare you!" The bishop exclaimed. "You are out of order, knight!"

"Me, out of order? Oh dear," He remarked sarcastically. "You are the bastard who is burning a strange girl on some accusation of being a witch!"

Hermione bristled. "I am not strange!" She looked past the bishop and the knight to see that a bonfire had been erected with a pole in the middle, a set of chains hanging from the tope. Her eyes widened.

The Bishop noticed it too, and smiled. "Burn her." He ordered to one of the guards, who just nodded.

"No, don't burn her!" She shouted. She looked up at the knight on the horse, who was looking down at her with remorse. "Please, don't let them burn me! I haven't done anything wrong! It was an accident that I even came to be here!"

Galahad looked down at her. She had honey brown hair and eyes to match. She was quite beautiful. He snapped out of it and looked around for Arthur. "I won't, I promise." He said, galloping back to the stables.

"Wait! Don't leave me!" She said, struggling against the guards untying her hands and grabbing her roughly by the shoulders and arms. "You put me down! NOW!" She said, trying to get free, but they held her fast.

Bloody hell, she was doomed.

Galahad came to a stop in front of the barn and dismounted. He ran in to the barn, stopping before Arthur. "I need your help. There's a girl – the bishop is going to burn her." He said quickly, knowing that Arthur would follow as he ran.

They arrived in the town square just on time to see the girl being bound to the wooden stake in the centre of the bonfire, a crowd already gathered around, shouting vile things at the accused witch.

"STOP!" Arthur shouted, making his way to where the girl was screaming profanities from. Everyone fell silent. He strode up to the Bishop. "What is the meaning of this?" He demanded to know, much as his knight had previously.

"She is a witch, Arthur! We must burn her! Rid her from our holy land!" The Bishop exclaimed. Hermione's eyes were getting wider as the crowd cheered.

"You claim she is a witch, but what proof have you?" He asked, gesturing to her with his sword.

The Bishop looked at Arthur incredulously. "What more do you need? Look at her clothing, short and revealing," Hermione gaped. Her school uniform was not revealing!

"What is to say she not just a whore?" Arthur asked challengingly.

Hermione bristled, but before she could speak, the Bishop continued. "She fell from the sky, and she was screaming profanities at me, and the name of Merlin!"

Arthur looked at her carefully. "Merlin, you say?" The Bishop nodded. "What do you know of Merlin?" He asked the girl.

She opened her mouth and then closed it again, not wanting to incriminate herself. "I-I... Uh, not much. Only that he is... a great Sorcerer." She said slowly, watching as the Knight from the horse grimaced.

"A woad." Arthur muttered. "She is nothing but a woad, falling from a tree."

"What the bloody hells is a Woad?" She asked snappily. "Whatever it is, I am not one of them."

"Silence, Witch!" The Bishop cried. "There you have it, she shall be burnt as a witch!" The crowd cheered again.

"No, she will not be burnt! She knows things of Merlin. She can be helpful to us on our travels." Arthur said, his sword pointed at the guards who had moved to set her afire.

The Bishop sputtered. "But she is in with the Devil!" He exclaimed.

Another knight rode up on his horse, next to the first one. This one had long dark blonde hair, in braids and knots, framing a face of scars and dirt. "What's going on?" He asked loudly.

"This girl is a witch!" The Bishop cried.

"Or a woad." Galahad supplied. "If she is but a woad, we shall take her on our journey with us. She will owe us her life. In return she shall help us to fight off the Northern Woads." He said this loudly so the Bishop could hear.

"She bares no markings." One of the villagers said.

"That does not mean she isn't a woad." Arthur said.

More knights joined them, gathering the same story. "We can use her to get past the Woads. She probably knows a thing or two." A big burly one said, eyeing off the guards standing behind the bishop.

"Very well, if the girl is a woad, you can have her." The bishop said, turning to her. "Are you a witch or a woad, girl?"

Her eyes widened. If she said she was a witch, she'd be burnt at the stake. If she said she was a woad – whatever that was – she would live... until they found out she really wasn't a woad and had no idea what they were on about. "I – uh, well, I'm a woad." She lied, realising that maybe she could use what little time she had alive to escape.

"How can I trust that you are?" The Bishop asked.

Hermione nearly screamed. "Well, would a woad really want to be burnt at the stake, or go home?"

Arthur nodded. "She has a point." Though really, he knew she didn't. "She is ours. Gawain, untie her, Jols, get her a horse."

"Thank you, sir!" She said as he strode off. The Knight called Gawain untied her hands and she snatched them to her and out of reach of any guards. She rubbed at the raw skin. "That bloody hurt." She muttered, then looked up, realising she was being watched.

"What is your name?" The first knight asked. He ran a hand through his curly hair.

"Hermione." She blurted out before stopping to think of something else. Curses.

"Hermione." He said slowly. "C'mon, we'd better get you some better clothes. I'm Galahad." He said, helping her down from the bonfire. Her eyes widened, but he thought nothing of it, instead focusing on how cold her hands were. "Maybe something warm to wear."

It couldn't be. Arthur. Gawain. Galahad? Oh Merlin, she was – she couldn't be. She was in the Arthurian Era. Bloody oath, how was she meant to cope with that?!