The girl woke to the sound of an unfamiliar tune. A melody like no other. One she felt drawn to. Hermione grabbed her cloak, pulling the hood over her long hair before setting off on her trek. Hiding in the shadows the petite girl followed the sound of the music, staying hidden from the boys whom were also drawn to the melody.

Hermione crept through the dark streets of London, hiding at the flicker of a street light. The melody grew louder. Hermione knew she was drawing closer to the player as she stalked a taller boy.

Hermione smirked wickedly as the instrument, the melody belonged to came into view. A pipe. And there stood, playing the pipe, dressed in a red cloak was the Piper. A man that came and took boys from their homes. Hermione stood in the shadows on the outskirts of the clearing. Many boys danced around a fire to the sound of the Piper's melody.

Hermione had heard stories of the Piper, he had become common talk on the streets. Hermione also knew that the melody only attracted boys. So why was she stood, tapping her foot in the shadows to the tune? Without thinking she pulled the hood further onto her head, before dancing her way into the crowd of boys.

She danced in circles, laughing as she spun. Her laughter was hard to hear over the chatter of boys, but it seemed to attract someone. A certain person. The Piper. Hermione slowed as the tune did, coming to a stop next to the tall boy from earlier. "We have an unexpected guest tonight boys." Hermione began to look around, copying the actions of the other boys, not wanting to draw attention.

Turning back to the Piper she caught him tilt his head to the side slightly. The tall boy from earlier gripped her sides, pushing Hermione forwards towards the Piper. She kept her head down, her hair still hidden behind her black hood. "Reveal yourself laddie." The piper said, his voice low as he crouched to the level of Hermione.

Hermione shook her head, causing her long hair to come tumbling from her cape. The Piper brought his hand up to her dark brown locks, tugging them. "A lost girl." the Piper chuckled slightly. Hermione smirked from underneath the hood as she fiddled with the dagger that was attached to her belt.

She grabbed it sharply, forcing it against the Piper's throat, causing his hood too fall, revealing his true identity. Peter Pan. "You got fire, girl." Hermione smirked, her hood still hiding her face. "I like fire." Suddenly the tables were turned, Hermione's dagger was now forced against her own throat. Pan stood back, smirking evilly. "What do we have here." Hermione smirked more as she realised her hood had fallen. "Why hello Pan, we meet again."