The following story takes place in a time where books 6 and 7 didn't happen, and Voldemort is out golfing and having a butterbeer or two with his pals.
The story doesn't have POVs, but it does have Sides, which focuses on one character's thoughts and actions in third person.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else referenced in the story. I only own the journal that I write my fanfics in.
Chapter 1: Sign-ups
Side: Hermione
"Seventh years! Seventh years! Attention!" Professor McGonagall's voice called in the great hall.
There was an immediate silence. Whenever Professor McGonagall was speaking, it was anyone's mistake to speak over her.
"As you know, it is Hogwart's tradition to send all seventh years on a field trip to the location of their choice; limited, of course for your safety. There are sign up sheets in the entrance hall for those who wish to participate in the traditions of the school.
"The following choices are: Potions, Muggle Studies, Transfiguration, Charms, Astronomy, and Care of Magical Creatures for those of you interested in a trip relating to one of your subjects.
"The other choices are: Quidditch, Gobstones, and the Ministry of you do not prefer any of these choices, there is a sheet for those of you who wish to visit a wizardry school of your choice. Each sheet holds twenty names, and each school will take ten students. You may sign up when the lunch feast is over. That is all."
There was an immediate wave of chatter as the students began to discuss which field trip to choose.
"Well, I think the Ministry is a rather fine choice," said Hermione. "but Transfiguration is important, too. And it would be lovely to see where Professor Flitwick would take us, wouldn't it?"
She turned her head to the left to see that she was being ignored; her two best friends were talking about quidditch.
"D'you suppose we'd be able to play at all?" asked Ron, her red-haired companion.
"Maybe," Harry replied, helping himself to a tart. "but we wouldn't be meeting any international teams, would we?"
"I dunno, I think-"
"Ron! Seriously!" Hermione said. "I know you guys would prefer quidditch, but what if it's already been taken by the time you sign up?"
"Well that won't happen, of course." he replied, shoving a forkful of apple pie in his mouth.
"And why is that?" she asked.
"Because, you'll sign us up yourself. Everyone knows that you'd do anything to get what you want, and I'm sure they'd- What was that for?" He yelped- Hermione had just hit him on the head with her copy of Hogwarts, a History.
She ignored him for the rest of lunch by reading, occasionally pausing to listen to the Slytherins' conversations.
"What are you signing up for, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson cooed, her hand rubbing on the side of his arm.
"Astronomy is my choice." he replied. "I hear we'll be building a rocketship and traveling to Mars so we can explore Pigfarts."
"And Pigfarts is?"
"The best wizarding school in the galaxy, of course. Father's been trying to get me in for years. At least now they can see what they're missing."
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When lunch had ended there was an immediate rush to the entrance hall. Students were shoving each other out of the way to get to their chosen subject sheets. Harry and Ron, however, stayed behind with Hermione.
"So, er" said Ron. "We're just going to go to Potions, so er… you can sign us up, right?"
"Well, I-" she started, but they had already sprinted down to the dungeons before she could object.
She sighed and carried her books to the entrance hall. Most of the students had already signed up and were heading to their classes. Hermione picked up one of the self-inking quills off a table nearby. She then headed over to the sign up sheet for the quidditch field trip.
"I can't believe I would agree to signing those two up," she whispered to herself, before she remembered that she never really agreed in the first place.
When she reached the quidditch sign-up sheet, she was not at all surprised to see that all twenty slots had already been filled up. Some students had tried to charm their names over other's, which resulted in minor lots of ink over the paper.
More students had already begun to leave, so Hermione, not wanting to be late, started searching for any subject that had with three slots left open. Before long, her choices narrowed down to three.
"Okay, so either Gobstones, Astronomy, or Muggle Studies." she muttered.
"You'd better not choose Astronomy, Granger."
Hermione turned around. Draco Malfoy was facing her, accompanied by his thug friends, Crabbe and Goyle.
"I'm pretty sure they don't allow mudbloods into Pigfarts. Rumbleroar would just eat them all." He smirked.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him, holding back her rage.
"Malfoy, the last place any of us would want to go is on a trip with you. And I'm not particularly into Gobstones, so…" she stopped.
She went over to the Muggle Studies sheet and wrote Harry's Ron's and her own names in the existing spots.
Harry Potter
Ron Weasley
Hermione Granger
She spun herself around and headed toward Potions, ignoring Draco, who was busy imitating a lion and… singing.
It doesn't matter what he looks like, she thought. What matters is what the looks on Harry's and Ron's faces will be when I tell them the news.
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