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Author's note: This is an account of our favorite Gryffindors (and one new one) during their final year at Hogwarts. It follows J.K. Rowling's storyline except that Dumbledore isn't dead. Because I found myself unable to write a story without him. So, in my story Draco Malfoy did indeed attempt to murder Dumbledore, but he did not succeed and Snape did not succeed either. Thank you for your time. Enjoy!
Summary: As the Golden Trio begins their 7th and final year at Hogwarts, chaos emerges. Between school work, horcrux research, mixed feelings, snogging sessions, and a new Gryffindor; when will our heroes have time to save the wizarding world? Hr/OC,H/G, & R/LB.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's associated characters. I do not plan to make a profit with this story, for I really doubt that I could. I own Skyler Black and the plot is my own.
The Darkest Sky
Prologue
Hermione was unloading her clothes into the drawers. She had just gotten off the train. All her hard work had finally paid off, she'd been announced Head Girl. She looked at her new badge, sitting on the night stand, and smiled. She resumed unpacking. She'd had to come back four weeks earlier than the other students and had ridden on the train with most of her professors and the new Head Boy, Terry Boot, a Ravenclaw boy. Head boy and girl got their own rooms. They shared a common room that connected to their separate rooms and bathrooms. The common room wasn't as large as the Gryffindor one, but it was still a good size. The fireplace was made of black marble. The room was done is different shades of purple. Deep plum curtains hung in front of the large windows. Two purple with lavender trimming couches and an over-stuffed chair sat facing the magnificent fireplace. At the far end of the common room, two spiraling staircases ascended in different directions. The one on the right led to Hermione's room and bath. Her room was done in Gryffindor colors and, though she hadn't seen it, she assumed that Terry's was done in his house colors as well. Hermione loved her room instantly. A huge four poster queen bed, made of mahogany, sat against the wall. A thick, maroon comforter with gold trimming covered it. Beside it, a night stand stood. To the right, a large dresser with a mirror rested against the wall. And, along the other wall stood a matching wardrobe and a door to the bathroom. The bathroom was average size. You're standard sink and mirror. A toilet, a tiled shower, and a large sunk in tub with several spouts. Hermione had been dying to try it out, since she saw it.
Hermione finished packing and closed one of the drawers to the dresser. Standing up, she caught her reflection in the mirror. She stared back at herself. Her hair had grown and the frizzing had finally ceased. It hung in loose, caramel colored waves down her back. She'd finally decided to start using makeup over the summer. She preferred a more natural look and kept the makeup pretty simple. She also went to Madame Malkins to have her uniform tailored. The changes were subtle, but the overall effect was quite different. Maybe she'd even find her a boyfriend this year. She so desperately wanted someone to be affectionate with. It seemed like everyone had someone but her. The thing ,if you'd even call it a thing, between her and Ron last year was short lived. They had thought they'd liked each other, but in the end couldn't help loving each other as a brother and sister would instead of lovers. She smiled at her reflection and wondered what Harry and Ron would think when they saw her. She reached up to twirl a curl around her finger, when there was a knock at the door. She guessed it was Professor McGonnagal with an assignment or something and quickly hurried to the door, eager for something to do. The assignment wasn't quite what she expected though.
Hermione opened the door and found herself face to face with a boy. A very cute one. A very, very cute one with chocolate hair that hung nearly in his large dark eyes. Hermione stared at him in shock.
"Er, I'm guessing McGonagal didn't tell you I was coming?" the boy asked, taking in her appearance. She sure didn't look like a nerd. Since when were head of classes this hot? Hermione shook her head, still unable to say anything. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to barge in. I'm a new student. A transfer. McGonagal sent me here. She said you'd be able to show me around," the dark haired boy told her.
"No, you're not barging in. I was just fixing to find some thing to do. I guess I found it," she found her voice, and forced herself to smile. Her insides were churning and she didn't know why. "I'm Hermione Granger. I'm Head Girl this year. Who are you?"
"Skyler. Skyler Black. I'm starting my seventh year also," he answered, smiling. Hermione's smile faltered.
"Black? As in Sirius Black?" she questioned. Skyler's smile faded.
"Yes, he's my father. Yes, I know he's a murderer. But I've always lived with my aunt," he signed, annoyed.
"Wait, no. It's okay, I don't think he's a murder," she said quickly. She didn't know how much she could tell him. He was a Black and the only Black that she know wasn't a death eater was Sirius. But he didn't really look like a death eater. She struggled with what to say, so she stared at the floor instead."
"Just a second. You said your name is Hermione? Right? As in the Golden trio Hermione?" he asked, as the name dawned on him. Hermione's eyes narrowed.
"Yes, I am."
"Whoa, I didn't mean anything bad by it. It's just what the Daily Phophet calls yall. I transferred by Dumbledore's request that I be closer to order," he told her.
"Oh my gosh. You cannot be serious," she exclaimed, smiling. He wasn't a death eater. Yay! And he's really cute!
"Nope, I can't be. He's my dad," he told her, grinning.
" Like father, like son. Did you see him much?" she asked, starting to walk down the hall.
"A few times here and there, but not much," he confided, following her.
A/N: What do you think? It's just the prologue. But tell me what you think so far. Please review, not only for my sake, but for your's also. How am I supposed to know what you like if you don't tell me?