Chapter 1: A Brand New Year
It was a new year again. Voldermort still alive and his power was growing more and more. The first years had just been sorted, and you could see relief on some faces, while looks of disgust traced others.. Harry leaned over to Ron and whispered "Where's Hermione? I didn't see her on the train?" Ron shrugged and replied, "She's probably taking care of Head Girl things, or something." Harry nodded in agreement and focused his green eyes back to the Head Table, where the teachers were. But, the boy- who-lived noticed something odd about the table. Snape was nowhere to be found. Just then a scream went through the Great Hall, interrupting Professor Dumbledore's yearly welcome speech. Many students jumped and the teachers instantly looked towards the sound. Dumbledore cleared his throat, as whispering students started talking about the incident. The talking died down and everyone returned his or her gaze to the headmaster.
"Now, Now shhhh. I think this is a good time to start the Feast" he waved his hands, and mounds of food appeared on each House Table. Instantly the students began eating and soon the scream didn't matter anymore. But, the teachers were talking at their table quickly, but calmly. Professor Dumbledore knew what caused the scream, and he was not worried. Some of the other professors knew as well, and a smile was hardly shown. "I think this matter is something that nothing can be done about right now. So, let's eat. I will organize a little meeting in short time." And with that, the headmaster calmly sat and began to eat. Slowly, the other professors followed suit.
Meanwhile, Ron and Harry were not so easily convinced that something was ok. They were in their 7th year, and they knew when something sounded wrong. "Come on, Let's go!" Harry said to Ron, while tearing him away from the delicious goodness. When they got to the big black doors to exit, they were met by Severus Snape, their least favorite teacher. "Where do you two think you're going? Surely you wouldn't miss your last Beginning of the Year Feast?" he said coolly. Harry grumbled an answer and he and Ron turned back to their table. Snape returned to his rightful place at the Head Table and started talking lowly with the headmaster.
Once Harry and Ron were back sitting down they began to discuss things. "I bet that was Hermione's scream" Ron said, beginning to stuff his mouth with food. "Yes, but Hermione can take care of herself if she were under attack. I don't think she is in danger." Harry said, also starting to eat. But, both the redhead or the coal black boy did not notice a frazzled girl enter the room and sit down at the Slytherin table. Or, the smirking peroxide blonde male she sat next to.
Over at the Slytherin table, Hermione sat flustered and angry. So many things had happened in just a few short hours, and now she had problems she had never faced. Sure she had been places and done genius things, but she never had to face anything like this. Malfoy leaned over smirking and whispered to her "Not such a mudblood now are you?" His cool breath sent shivers up Hermione's spine and she replied curtly "No Malfoy, I'm just like you."
Hermione's robes were awful. Not only were they the colors of the Snake, but they were tight around her and revealing. She had never worn such clothes that showed her slim figure and full chest. Some of the Slytherin 7th year boys were staring at her, while still feeling she was dirty, because she was a mudblood. 'If only they knew' Hermione thought to herself.
Now that she knew herself, she could feel her connection with Him. It was strong, yet it made her feel different. This girl was no longer Miss Hermione Granger, perfect Gryffindor student and Head Girl. She was Hermione Riddle, Head Girl, and a Slytherin.
It was a new year again. Voldermort still alive and his power was growing more and more. The first years had just been sorted, and you could see relief on some faces, while looks of disgust traced others.. Harry leaned over to Ron and whispered "Where's Hermione? I didn't see her on the train?" Ron shrugged and replied, "She's probably taking care of Head Girl things, or something." Harry nodded in agreement and focused his green eyes back to the Head Table, where the teachers were. But, the boy- who-lived noticed something odd about the table. Snape was nowhere to be found. Just then a scream went through the Great Hall, interrupting Professor Dumbledore's yearly welcome speech. Many students jumped and the teachers instantly looked towards the sound. Dumbledore cleared his throat, as whispering students started talking about the incident. The talking died down and everyone returned his or her gaze to the headmaster.
"Now, Now shhhh. I think this is a good time to start the Feast" he waved his hands, and mounds of food appeared on each House Table. Instantly the students began eating and soon the scream didn't matter anymore. But, the teachers were talking at their table quickly, but calmly. Professor Dumbledore knew what caused the scream, and he was not worried. Some of the other professors knew as well, and a smile was hardly shown. "I think this matter is something that nothing can be done about right now. So, let's eat. I will organize a little meeting in short time." And with that, the headmaster calmly sat and began to eat. Slowly, the other professors followed suit.
Meanwhile, Ron and Harry were not so easily convinced that something was ok. They were in their 7th year, and they knew when something sounded wrong. "Come on, Let's go!" Harry said to Ron, while tearing him away from the delicious goodness. When they got to the big black doors to exit, they were met by Severus Snape, their least favorite teacher. "Where do you two think you're going? Surely you wouldn't miss your last Beginning of the Year Feast?" he said coolly. Harry grumbled an answer and he and Ron turned back to their table. Snape returned to his rightful place at the Head Table and started talking lowly with the headmaster.
Once Harry and Ron were back sitting down they began to discuss things. "I bet that was Hermione's scream" Ron said, beginning to stuff his mouth with food. "Yes, but Hermione can take care of herself if she were under attack. I don't think she is in danger." Harry said, also starting to eat. But, both the redhead or the coal black boy did not notice a frazzled girl enter the room and sit down at the Slytherin table. Or, the smirking peroxide blonde male she sat next to.
Over at the Slytherin table, Hermione sat flustered and angry. So many things had happened in just a few short hours, and now she had problems she had never faced. Sure she had been places and done genius things, but she never had to face anything like this. Malfoy leaned over smirking and whispered to her "Not such a mudblood now are you?" His cool breath sent shivers up Hermione's spine and she replied curtly "No Malfoy, I'm just like you."
Hermione's robes were awful. Not only were they the colors of the Snake, but they were tight around her and revealing. She had never worn such clothes that showed her slim figure and full chest. Some of the Slytherin 7th year boys were staring at her, while still feeling she was dirty, because she was a mudblood. 'If only they knew' Hermione thought to herself.
Now that she knew herself, she could feel her connection with Him. It was strong, yet it made her feel different. This girl was no longer Miss Hermione Granger, perfect Gryffindor student and Head Girl. She was Hermione Riddle, Head Girl, and a Slytherin.