A/N: I am such a bad person! I say I'm not gonna write any more Harry Potter, and look what I did. I wrote more Harry Potter! Although, truthfully, I think if I didn't write this soon, I was gonna go crazy. Though, I already am pretty crazy. . . I'm confusing myself. Oh well!
Disclaimer: No matter how much I would like to, I do not own Harry Potter.
"Hermione Sophia Zabini, if you are not up and out of bed in the next thirty seconds, I will drag you outside!" I heard Blaise shout up the stairs.
I hugged the covers closer to me, but I knew that my brother would go through with his threat. "Hermione! Come on! We're going to be late again!" Blaise yelled again.
"Crap!" I screamed. I could not afford to get to school late again. I had been late too many times to count this year, and it was only December. What can I say? I like sleeping.
I jumped out of bed and grabbed my clothes off of the end of my bed, running into the bathroom. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and threw my clothes on. Then I put my hair up in a messy bun, before scrambling downstairs and slipping my feet into my boots. I pulled my coat on and grabbed my bag, before dashing outside and literally diving into the open car door.
"Three and a half minutes. New record." my older brother, Chris, said, hitting the gas pedal.
"Hermione, you really need to get up earlier." Blasise remarked, tossing me my bag lunch.
"But it's the last day of school before winter break. I don't want to be up when I could be sleeping." I said, putting my lunch in my backpack.
"Whatever." Chris said.
The same thing happened every morning. I would sleep in late, Blaise would yell at me, I would get ready and be out the door in less than five minutes, and we would go to school. Usually, we would be late, but we weren't the only ones during the winter, due to the icy roads, and sometimes we would be let off the hook. Not all the time though. It doesn't matter that I've known these people my entire life.
We lived in Paradise, Michigan (the UP, not the lower), and it is one of the smallest towns there is. It was mostly a wizarding community, but there were a few Muggles here and there. At school, they taught mostly magical subjects, but we had basic math, reading, writing. The people in charge thought that it was good for young wizards and witches to know how to write a decent paper, or how to divide.
Chris parked in front of Paradise High School and I tumbled out of the car and into the cold winter air. I shivered and wrapped my coat tighter around my body. Even after living here my whole life, I still wasn't used to how cold the winters were.
I walked up the icy steps and into the warm air inside. I hurried further down the hall and to my locker. There were still students in the hall, which was good, because it meaned the bell hadn't rung yet. I opened my locker, which I just thought was stupid, because if you knew how, you could use magic to open someone's locker. Really, how stupid are those people in charge of this school?
I grabbed the books I needed for first period, closed the locker door, and went to my first class. I yawned, and opened the heavy wood door leading into the History of Magic room. According to my mother, at Hogwarts, the History of Magic teacher was a ghost. The funny thing was, the teacher here was a ghost, too. Sometimes, I wondered if all History of Magic teachers were ghosts.
I sat down in my usual spot in the back, and opened my notebook to a clean page. Not that I was planning on taking any notes, but Rocky might take some for me. Not likely, but I can hope.
Rocky was one of my best friends. She was one of the best students on our grade, and it was nice to have her as a friend when I needed to borrow her notes. Which happened a lot.
Slowly, the rest of the class sat down in their seats, and I got sleepier and sleepier. I was just about to fall asleep, when Rocky kicked me under the table, hard, and I glared at her. "What?" I hissed.
"Class is starting." she said. I glanced up, and sure enough, Mr. Blinkman was floating there, ready to start class. I figured it was only going to be a review, though, because it was the last day of school before winter break. So I turned to Rocky and looked at her.
Rocky came form a family of colorful people. Literally. Her dad has lime-green hair, with green eyes, and her mom has bright pink hair with dark pink eyes. Her sister had purple hair and eyes, while Rocky had blue hair and purple eyes. Every person on her family has had an abnormal color for their hair and eyes. No one knows why they are like that.
Today, Rocky's dark blue hair was up in a sloppy pony, and instead of her normal jeans, she was wearing sweatpants. She wasn't wearing any makeup, which was surprising for her, because she wore some every day.
"Rocky," I whispered. She turned to me, her face void of any emotion.
"What?" she said quietly.
"Will you let me go back to sleep?" I asked.
She glared at me and turned back to Mr. Blinkman. I rested my chin on my palm and fell asleep.
When Rocky woke me up after class was over, I thanked her and grabbed my books. I went back to my locker and grabbed my books for the rest of the morning. Maybe I would be able to get some more sleep in the rest of my classes.
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I hunted through my backpack for my lunch, and found it, finally. Then I walked down to the lunchroom, sitting down at my regular table. Blaise was already there, and I kicked his leg gently when he didn't look up form the table.
"Oh, hey, Hermione." he said. "How has your day been?"
I shrugged. "I slept through most of my classes."
"Hermione." he warned.
"What? I'm fully rested now. I'm not goint to sleep through the rest of my classes."
"You are impossible."
"But that's why you love me."
Sometime during our conversation, Ryan had sat down next to me. He was originally one of Blaise's friends, but then we met, and, yeah. I think you can figure out what happened then. Now we're all friends.
"Hey, did you hear about Voldemort in Britain?" he said, taking a bite out of his sandwich.
"No." I said, emptying my lunch on the table. "Oooh! Cold pizza, my favorite."
"Apparently, Voldemort finally has control of Hogwarts. The headmaster was killed."
"When did this happen?" Blaise asked.
"I don't know. My parents were talking about it last night, and I just happened to hear it. I think it happened a while ago, though. The newspapers just weren't able to report it." Ryan said.
"Does anyone know if he's going to come here?" I asked, finishing my pizza and going on to my Cheez-its.
"No one knows. For all we know, he could already be here, and we would never know."
A/N: Okay, so this is the first chapter of this story. I've had this idea, like, all summer. I just now wrote it, seeing as I'm home sick. I have the time. I'll try to get some other chapters up. Ummm. . . in case you couldn't understand, basically Blaise and Hermione are twins, with an older brother. If they were at Hogwarts, it would be their seventh year.
Please, review! It might make me feel not like crap!