Tom looked as the last of the brown hair and copy of Advanced Potions Making Year Six dropped from his window. He was farther along on his homework than her. He fell back onto his bed.

It was midnight. He was only a Muggle but knew more than the best in the entire class Hermione was in. If she hadn't been sneaking him lessons and that years homework over the summer, he would have lost his only friend. He knew all about Harry and Ron, (whom of the later) he has heard both praise and criticisms.

A knock came at his door.

"Who is she?" came a voice from the other side of the door. His little brother, Jake.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" Tom said heavily lacing it with extreme sarcasm.

"Yeah you do!" he said pounding on the door, but then it stopped and Tom could feel Jake smiling on the other side of the door "It's that weird girl from next door!"

"WHAT? NO WAY" he yelled bursting down the door. He saw Jake dancing at the end of the small hallway of there small two story house.

"Tommy and Hermione sitting in a…." Tom felt a rush of incantations flow through his mind.

Wait, a Muggle, I forgot he thought charging his chortling brother. As Jake attempted to show boat his escape with a pirouette at the end of the stairs, he tripped and fell flat on his face. Tom snorted and walked back up to his room. He hoped that Hermione was having an easier time sneaking back in.

HERMIONE

She stalked silently through Tom's garden and opened the loose board in his fence and walked into her yard.

I wish Tom was a wizard, so he could come to school, and we could practice real magic, not just Herbology and Potions. She thought, oblivious to the fact she had just walked right into her mom and dad. They were stone faced and holding a letter. She looked at them innocently.

"What?" she asked.

"You've been teaching a Muggle magic!?" her dad yelled, surprisingly happy.

"Now, tell, tell what does he look like?" her mom said rushing her to a chair.

"Well, he has brown eyes and short brownish hair, and… wait what?" she said standing up. Her father handed her a letter.

"You are the first to ever be kind and open minded enough to teach a Muggle about magic, eliminating all that old blood and prejudice" he finished happily. She looked down at the letter.

Dear Hermione Granger,

I have been alerted to the fact that you have taught a Muggle about magic. We are thrilled that you are so brave as to not even fear You-Know-Who killing you and your family, and your friends in a terribly brutal killing. Never seeing life again. .Well, we have accepted him to Hogwarts, if he excepts then he'll take his O.W.LS immediately. Remember, thanks for being this brave in the face of a most absolutely certain brutal massacring.

Bloody Death,

Rufus Scrimgeour.

SP If ene 1 axs if he haz eny mony, tel them CODE- The Muggle Who Knew too Much.