Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter, i can only claim the original other characters.
A/N: Hi there, in this story the events of 6th year never happened, the trio went through a normal year with no interference from Voldemort or his followers. This has led many into a false sense of security. This also means that Dumbledore and Snape are still around. Please enjoy.
Chapter one-
The doors to the swung open with a resounding bang and the halls occupants fell silent. Headmaster Albus Dumbledore rose to his feet as the minister for magic Rufus Scrimgeour strode through the doorway dragging behind him a struggling girl of approximately seventeen years of age.
Though obviously terrified, the girl did not scream, the only sounds she made were the feeble involuntary "emphs" that escaped her as she fought against the bindings' on her hands. The girl had a pale complexion, was approximately 5 foot 4" with stubbornly wavy auburn hair left loose to her shoulder blades. She wore green combats with a pale butterfly t-shirt.
Scrimgeour upon reaching the staff table relinquished his hold on the girl but left her hands bound. She took this opportunity to kick the minister in the groin and attempt a dash for the entrance hall and the freedom it offered beyond. Scrimgeour however being the former Head of Aurors quickly recovered and with the strength and agility of a man half his age closed the distance between himself and his captive and flung her over his shoulder, then carrying her back to the staff table. This time the girl did not remain silent, the minister was subjected to her violent kicks and dreadful curses which earned her a reproachful look from professor McGonagall. While spitting these curses at the minister certain members of the student body snapped out of their stupor and realised she spoke with an Irish twang to her speech.
Upon reaching the staff table for a second time the minister unceremoniously dumped the girl to the floor and bound her feet to prevent a repeat of the previous incident. With a defeated sigh from the young women Scrimgeour turned to the Headmaster and engaged him in a whispered conversation. Dumbledore looked grave as he turned to address the school, "Well it appears you have all finished with the feast so I shall therefore ask the prefects to deliver my usual start of term notices in your common rooms as the minister, heads of houses and myself appear to have so business to attend to. Goodnight."
With that the headmaster, Scrimgeour, the heads of houses and the girl promptly left the hall (the girl being levitated by tiny professor Flitwick as she was still bound and struggling). The students, being dismissed by a remaining member of staff made their way to their common rooms, all discussing the previous incident. One group in particular, the seventh year gyrffindors were discussing possible explanations for the strange occurrence. "Maybe Scrimgeour saved her from a deatheater attack, she was down a dark alleyway when she was surrounded by hundreds of deatheaters, Scrimgeour appeared and gallantly fought them off. He then whisked the girl to Hogwarts where she'd be safe and is right now demanding that Dumbledore steps up and perform his manly duty by providing her with sanctuary from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" Lavender Brown gushed with a blush on her face and a glazed look in her eyes.
"Or maybe she's Scrimgeour'sdaughter who want to bea deatheater. Scrimgeour found out and went ballistic, so he kidnapped her and took her here so Dumbledore could keep an eye on her and keep her on the light side." Seamus Finnegan all but yelled in his excitement.
"Oh please" a bossy voice snorted from the back of the group, all faces turned to the bushy haired girl who spoke with what looked like dread in their eyes "if the minister had saved the girl lavender, then she wouldn't have been struggling against him and if he wanted her hidden here he wouldn't have brought her in during the welcoming feast, now we all know she's here" The girl noticed the looks she was getting and sniffed saying "Well if ye just thought about it it would have been obvious to ye as well"
When all she received was more glares she turned to the two boys trying to hold in their laughter "Well Harry, Ron I'm off to bed see you both in the morning"
"Night mione" they both answered "How come mione gets Head Girl when you didn't get Head Boy Harry?" the redhead continued as the others continued their debate on the mysterious girl "I mean she's been in all the same dangerous, ok well most, adventures as you?"
"I dunno Ron it doesn't matter to me really; I mean can u imagine having to share a private common room with Hermione. Don't get me wrong I love the girl but I'd never get away from her, she'd have me doing extra assignments and studying all the time, at least in the gryff common room we can hide in the crowd with she gets into hyper study mode." The brunette replied with a wide grin on his face.
Upon reaching the Gryffindor common room the seventh years found their belongings beside their beds, each boy changed into his pyjamas and settled in bed. There each boy was left to ponder on the strange occurrence during the feast.
Hermione Granger however did not have a bed in the Gryffindor common room like all other Gryffindors, she as Head Girl was assigned a private room linked to the Head common room. Upon entering the Head dormitories she found to her dismay none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Well Granger looks like you get the honour of sharing a common room with me" he smirked as he saw her face.
"Sod off Malfoy I'm way too tired to deal with you tonight" she retorted heatedly as she went to her room.
Collapsing on her bed Hermione thought of all the other boys who qualified for Head Boy. "But no it had to be Malfoy" she mumbled quietly before succumbing to sleep.
On the other side of the castle a young women was lead to a guest room by Professor Flitwick. The miniscule Professor lead the women down a deserted corridor squeaking as he went. "I'm truly regretful of the exit I gave you from the great hall my dear but I'm afraid you didn't give us any alternative." He chuckled. Now I understand that this is all confusing for you but tomorrow we shall sort out the formalities. Ah here we are now, a house elf shall be sent for you in the morning. Please enjoy your stay." Flitwick finished by whispering a strange word to the portrait before them, the image swung forward to reveal a beautifully furnished circular room.
The young women stumbled forward clumsily and closed the door. "Poor dear" Flitwick mumbled to himself as he spun on his heel and retreated back the corridor. Inside the room the woman listened at the door before attempting to force it open. "Sorry sweetie but I'm under strict orders not to let you out of here tonight, you'll have to wait for the house elf in the morning." The occupant of the portrait spoke from the frame. After witnessing this, the women backed away to the window cautiously and tried to force that open too but it failed to move an inch. Conceding defeat the women lent her forehead on the window with a glazed expression on her face, as if lost in her thoughts, she let her gaze glide across the ground over the deep black lake, the dark forest and the distant mountains
A/N: ok hope ye liked the chapter.please read and review.
