She was running. Running for her life. Again. Curse that stupid polyjuice potion for lasting such a short amount of time. She ran into a confused man, pushed him out of the way and bolted towards the many chimneys that boarded what seemed like an underground motorway. Behind her she could hear Ron and Harry struggling to get free of the crowd, and a load of newspapers flew into the men that were running after them. Clever hex Harry, she thought before diving sideways as a green flash of light crashed into the wall next to her. She fell onto the floor with a thud and watched as another green curse flew straight towards her face. But the boys had her back. Harry blocked the spell as he ran past and she got up just to see Ron send the evil bastards' wand flying. She bolted again, and saw Harry throw himself into a chimney before he disapparated. If separated, meet up at 12 Grimmald Place. That was the plan. But plans sometimes go terribly wrong.

Ron was ahead of her. He glanced back at her as he jumped into a chimney and disapparated, a look of worry on his face. She dived in behind him and pictured Sirius's old house before disapparating.

And that's when she felt it. A hand, clutching her wrist. For a split second she hoped it was Ron, but her ginger friend had disapparated before her, and the grip was too painful to be his. Five nails edged themselves into her skin, and suddenly she knew who it was.

A Death Eater had followed her.

She instantly twisted her thoughts away from Grimmald Place and concentrated on a forest she'd been to when she was a child. They soared through space as she suddenly changed her destination and she heard a scream as they appeared a hundred feet away from where she had planned to apparate. Oh she'd made a big mistake all right, they were a hundred feet above the ground.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Gravity took over and they both plummeted towards the trees, Death Eater first, drawn down at incredible speed by his weight. Hermione got a grip on her wand and tried to concentrate as she realized that he had lost a leg in the process and that blood was flying towards her face.

That's when she disapparated, doing her best to twist herself in mid-air. The forest disappeared, and instantly, she knew something was wrong. She hadn't concentrated enough. Nowhere even near. The searing pain overwhelmed her just as she apparated a few feet above water and crashed into it's surface with the strength of a hurricane.

She didn't even feel herself drown, the world just went black.

Hi ... anyone that might read this. So this is my first Harry Potter fanfic but I've pretty much grown up reading the books and waiting for the films and it's pretty much my whole childhood! So here goes, just one thing: Things aren't always what they seem to be... ;)

PS: I'm going back to France tomorrow and the whole moving back might make my writing a bit slow, but I promise I'll do my best. God, I'M SO EXCITED! xx