Chapter 1
Potions Class
It was a beautiful morning in the Gryffindor Tower. Hermione woke from a deep and wonderful sleep with the sun beaming down on her bed, the light made her squint as the sun slowly opened her eyes. She stretched her body under the silk gold and red blankets and gave a big smile. Then she jumped from her bed and shot her head to the clock. "I'm late for Potions!" She screatched. " Snape is going to kill me! Why didn't Padma and Lavender wake me up!?" She wondered. She stumbled out of bed as fast as posible and through her clothes on and shoved her books and quill in her bag. She ran out the portrait as fast as lightning. When she came to a sharp turn, she bombed into Rita Skeeter. Her robes were shining bright yellow.
"Watch where your going miss Granger!" She squiled. Hermione dropped to the floor to pick up all her books that fell.
"Sorry miss...hey, what are you doing here at Hogwarts anyway?" Hermione gave her a dirty look.
"That is none of your buisness miss Granger!" She stamered. Then Hermione noticed something odd, Rita Skeeter's magic quil was hopping all over inside her bag that layed on the floor along with her books. "Shouldn't you be in some sort of class right now? Hum?" She finished. Hermione jumped, she forgot all about Potions.
"Oh right!" And she ran off down the empty halls. Hermione turned back to look at Rita Skeeter picking up her bag and books. She mumbled to herself.
"Rotten children, always sticking there noses where they don't belong." Hermione rolled her eyes and thought if it was posible for her to think that other poeple stick their noses in places that they should, but she kept running.
As Hermione reached the Potions door, she gulped and took a deep breath, prepared for anything Snape would do to her, then she opened the door as fast as posible to get it over with. She couldn't beleive it. The entire class room was empty.
"What is going on today!?" She yelled as her voice echoed through out the class room.