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They were in Potions, the most dreaded class at Hogwarts. The room, already dark and stuffy, was made more so by all the potions brewing. Today, they were making a Family Tree Potion, which was fairly simple, and so expressed by its name, would show the brewer his or her family tree, when blood was added to it.
Hermione finished the last step, adding her blood, when Snape called out, "Time is up! Miss Granger, since you seemed to have somehow brewed this potion passably, test it." Everyone gathered around her table, when she dropped some of the potion onto a piece of parchment.
What the parchment showed was a symbol, not names, like it was supposed to, but a symbol. That symbol, was a staff with a dragon wrapped around it and a phoenix flying above. It made all the purebloods in the room gasp and throw themselves down on the ground in front of her.
Hermione stood there, bewildered, before finally asking the question. "Why are you bowing? What does this symbol mean?" No one answered her.
Snape finally regained his composure and dismissed the class. Hermione bolted from the room to the library to do some frantic research.
Most Potente Potions: If done correctly, the Family Tree potion should show the brewer's family tree, but in the case of the royal family, one symbol should be shown. This symbol should be a staff with a dragon wrapped around it and a phoenix flying above. This insignia shows that the brewer is of direct descent from Merlin and the Four Founders of Hogwarts. The royal family seemingly disappeared after an attack on the palace. The Queen and King were killed 17 years ago, but their daughter disappeared. No one has seen her since the attack.
Hermione shut the book in disbelief. She sat there, trying to process what had just happened, in the past 30 minutes. Before, she was a lowly mudblood, and now she was Queen of the Wizarding World. She slowly left the library, contemplating how her life was going to change, when she ran into Harry and Ron. Both seemed slightly mad, Ron more so than Harry, so she took their hands and ran up to the common room.
Once they were sitting, Ron immediately launched into questions. "Why didn't you tell us you were royalty?! We've been your friends for 7 years! You would think that a girl would tell us if she was the long lost Queen of the Wizarding World! And to think that I would've let you go to the Ball with me!"
"Wait, Ronald, did you say let me go to the ball with you? You arrogant prick! I would never had gone with you anyway! After what you did to me at the Yule Ball! I don't know why I do anything for you! All you do is make snide comments behind my back, and you don't do anything for me at all!" Hermione exploded, her anger of 7 years that had been bubbling inside her lashed out at Ron.
Ron still didn't get the point she was trying to make and stuck his foot further into his mouth by saying, "Well yeah, who else would've taken you? I mean come on, you're a bookworm, who does nothing but study!" He turned to Harry, expecting support, but Harry had an angry look on his face.
He stood up calmly and said, loud enough for everyone in the common room to hear, "I would take her." Hermione turned to him with a shocked expression on her face. At this point, Ron stormed out, muttering something about, "need to keep those two apart, why didn't the loyalty potion work? Dumbledore said it would…" but neither Harry nor Hermione heard him.
They were staring at one another, trying to figure out why they hadn't come to this point before. Harry stooped down and gently put his lips to Hermione's, whose arms slid up around his neck. They were totally oblivious to the golden glow surrounding them, lifting them 5 feet off the ground, and sending a shock wave through the school.
Those who understood what it meant immediately dropped everything and walked up to Gryffindor Tower, calmly awaiting the portal to open. When the glow disappeared, the gargoyle in front of Dumbledore's office wouldn't move, locking him inside.
Harry and Hermione touched back down, and immediately collapsed, their hands still entwined.