Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any Skillet songs reference in chapter titles
AN: This story begins in second year just before October which is a little before halfway between the first time Harry hears the basilisk's voice after the slug curse incident and the first attack.
Chapter 1: Sick Of It
"I'm sorry Hermione, but unless you can provide evidence for your claims, I can't do anything."
"But, he… Yes Professor McGonagall." Hermione stepped out of McGonagall's office before tears could start forming in her eyes. Draco had gotten away with it. Again. His taunts echoed in her mind as she slipped into an unused classroom. Not a bathroom, definitely not a bathroom again, even if she did know that a classroom was rationally no safer. Mudblood. Know it all. Beaver face. When she had gotten her Hogwarts letter a little over a year ago she had thought it would be a wonderful and exciting place where everything was better. And she did love the magic, and she had even made friends, but the bullies were somehow even worse than in muggle schools.
Mudblood. That word kept echoing through her mind as tears started rolling down her face. It stung worse than the others. She had come into a new wonderful world and they had a special term for insulting people like her. It wasn't even for something that was her fault. And that wasn't even starting on the hexes. Those stung more literally.
And the professors weren't doing anything about it. She had always trusted authority, always followed the rules, always told a teacher instead of responding herself. It wasn't right for students to retaliate, that would just be doing the same thing Draco and his band of bigots did. And look where that mindset has brought me. Crying in a classroom because the teachers aren't enforcing the rules. She blinked, her surprise at thinking badly of the professors enough to temporarily stop her crying.
Then a memory came into her mind, from about three weeks ago. The first time Draco had called her that word in front of Harry and Ron. Ron's attempt to curse Draco had backfired, but he had tried to do something about it. A smile appeared on her face as a plan formed in her mind. It was a colder smile than she had ever smiled before. After a minute of planning she left the room to find Harry.