The Triwizard of Sixth

Summary: AU: Hermione Granger has become an intelligent wallflower, abstract from her peers but that all changes in 6th when mysteries are afoot concerning the Triwizard Tournament and… worst of all she's noticed. HPHG

Prologue

"Zero bears no relation to infinity, even in magic."

Dianna Wynne Jones

"Hermione? Are you really happy there?" Her mother had asked her once during her fifth year and she'd found herself being monotonous and replying steadily that; yes, mum, I'm perfectly happy. And she was. Almost anyway. She got to learn magic. Something she'd wanted to learn since the day that Albus Dumbledore had turned up when she'd been seven and told her that she needed to control herself more.

When she'd been seven she'd been able to turn rocks into kittens, and make things float.

When she'd been seven Hermione Granger thought she'd had friends. Then. Then that changed. She'd learnt 'control' and her former friends had began to avoid her. They'd began whispering and so she began a countdown on a five year planner, for the day she'd be with other people. Other people like her.

It had been a surprise for her parents to receive the letter. They'd thought it was a hoax till the fifteenth letter came out of Dumbledore hands and he'd demonstrated magic. She'd told her parents that she wasn't happy at school. They knew. Why else would a eleven, almost twelve year old girl, spend most of her time studying grade twelve textbooks? It might've been because she enjoyed the mental stimulation, and that was partly the reason. The other part was because she lacked friends.

She'd been a child prodigy and her parents, as long as she found herself a decent career where she was mentally stimulated, and earned enough cash, and did her courses over the summer holidays, were happy enough to let her study at a place called Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

She was happy at Hogwarts, as happy as she'd been in her other schools anyway. She might've been far too ambitious on her first week and that had coloured everyone's opinions of her… She knew more than wizarding students and she had greater mastery. Why? Because she studied it almost 24/7 since Dumbledore had told her parents. It was interesting.

Her only fault was that no matter how hard she tried she couldn't fly.

So when she got back from the rewards her parents blessed her with; summers in Paris, Venice and almost all around the world, instead of going to her friends houses she'd spend every waking moment in her parents summer house in the English country. Trying to master the only skill that eluded her.

Her teacher's eventually noticed how far she was ahead of the other students and through the only option available she moved up in speeds that most but Dumbledore who knew the prodigy for what she was; a prodigy in both wizarding and muggle society, were astounded with.

Teacher's were the only ones who really noticed her anymore as she sat estranged from her year group. As she watched the boundless friendship between the youngest Weasley boy and latter the only Weasley girl, only Weasley female born in over sixty years, and the boy who lived, who was unfortunate enough to be her age. If it had been otherwise maybe she would've received the credit that she deserved. She watched as the two boys managed to take their house from the pits of despair to winning the house cup.

She watched as they solved the problems that Dumbledore had found allocated to her before the beginning of term. She watched the not-so-steady eyes of Remus Lupin and made sure that the Dementors didn't feed. She made sure, under Dumbledore's direction that innocents didn't die, and that traps were not tripped. She was completely invisible to the entire school. She didn't go through school with the year group she studied with. In actual fact she had graduated in three and half years but had been far too young. So she'd stayed around and studied finer points of wizardry but the tutelage of specialised professors.

She made sure that not too much trouble was going on.

Yes, mum, she was happy, but that was only because life had remained almost stagnant for her.

Hermione Granger was often bored and with Peeves the only company life really sucked.

Then the worst happened. In her sixth year of Hogwarts the Triwizard Tornament came to Hogwarts with an age restriction of sixteen. It was a spies nightmare and… she was noticed… and then Dumbledore put her back into mainstream because plots to kidnap the boy who lived and resurrection of he who must not be named were underway.

Author notes: I've given up trying to get many chapters as I've gotten many many idea's (most of which I intend to post up today.), I intend to simply update the stories that have the largest following and (even if that is one review more than zero) post the entirety of what I have and let it rot, no longer sitting inside my computer. So it all depends on reviewing, ciao.