I honestly don't know what to do with It's More Than Magic. I really like the idea, but I might keep it as a oneshot, maybe a twoshot. Please let me know what you think if you have read or will read it. I would love to have your input. Anyway, this idea came into my head after reading an article and watching a video explaining this theory. And I really like this theory, so I decided to write a fanfic for it. I really hope you like it!
It was the first day of school and Hermione was sitting in a compartment, alone with Ron. Harry had gone off with his invisibility cloak because he had a hunch about Malfoy. She wasn't sure when he would be back.
Hermione could see the top of the Astronomy Tower in the distance, and kicked Ron out of the compartment so she could change into her uniform. They switched places, and Hermione glanced up and down the corridor for Harry. He was nowhere to be seen. The train jerked to a halt as Ron was stepping out of the compartment, and he flew into Hermione. They both stumbled, and Ron caught Hermione's elbow to help steady her. She felt her cheeks grow hot at their contact, and roughly yanked her elbow away.
"Thanks," she muttered as she straightened her robes. Ron nodded and closed the compartment door.
"Where's Harry?" he asked. He wouldn't meet her eyes, and she felt slightly ashamed for being so rude moments ago.
"In the Slytherin compartment; he has a hunch about Malfoy he needed to attend to," she replied. "He'll probably just meet us at the castle."
Ron nodded and the two got off the train together.
"Harry's still not back," Hermione muttered to Ron as they watched the Sorting Ceremony. Her eyes drifted to the door, hoping to see Harry come running in.
"Don't worry about him, he'll come," Ron said as he turned to the table with a crestfallen look. There was no food, and Hermione knew he was hungry. She rolled her eyes, and continued to watch the door.
Draco Malfoy entered, pulling his sleeve down over what looked like a bandage on his forearm. He surveyed the hall before slinking away to the Slytherin table.
"What's Malfoy up to?" Hermione whispered, tugging on Ron's sleeve. He turned slightly and looked at Malfoy with obvious contempt before turning away.
"Just being his little snake self," Ron muttered as he turned his eyes up to the high table where Dumbledore was giving his begining of the year speech. Harry chose that moment to burst into the Great Hall.
There was dried blood on his face, and his robes looked disheveled, like he forgot how to properly put them on. Hermione sent him a glare, and Ron gave him a questioning look. Dumbledore continued with his speech, and some of the teachers gave Harry a disapproving look but other than that, no one noticed as he slipped into the seat next to Hermione.
"Malfoy petrified me and broke my nose," Harry explained. "Took me awhile to undo the spell. It didn't help that no one knew I was there because he threw the cloak over me."
Hermione rolled her eyes, and Ron snorted. They both didn't fully believe Harry, but at least he came up with a clever excuse.
Food appeared on the table, and reaching for a roll, Hermione, Harry, and Ron fell into a comfortable groove as the day came to a close.
Hermione threw herself into her school work. She constantly was studying in the library or the common room, and Harry and Ron kept pestering her to do their homework for them. She would just roll her eyes and ignore them, until they asked again. She would then outline the homework and told them to do it themselves.
In potions, Hermione considered herself a failure. Nothing turned out right, and she didn't understand why; she followed the directions perfectly. Harry didn't seem to have the same problem: all of his potions turned out right, and he said he was following the directions. Hermione was growing frustrated, and was considering dropping the class, but Harry wouldn't let her. So she put on a brave face and trudged to potions.
Class wasn't the only thing bothering Hermione either, Ron was being a prat and Malfoy was being suspicious. He was always sneaking off, and Harry could never find him on the Marauder's Map. Malfoy always looked like he didn't get a lot of sleep, and Hermione wanted to know why. She knew she shouldn't care, but when another student was having trouble, she really wanted to help.
When the full moon rose in the sky, Hermione could feel a shift in the mood of the castle. It felt colder, darker, more mysterious. She wasn't sure if it had anything to do with Malfoy or the return of the Dark Lord. Maybe it was both.
Hermione couldn't sleep, so she put on a pair of shoes and pulled on a jumper over her pajamas, grabbed her prefect badge, and wandered the corridors. The castle was silent at this time of night, and moonlight filtered through the windows.
Hermione padded softly down the hallways, wandering to the library, then to the Astronomy Tower. She doubled back and walked along the entrance hall. She turned around again and started walking in the hall next to the courtyard, the moonlight making patterns on the floor. Hermione considered entering the courtyard, but stopped in the doorway when she heard a bone chilling howl.
Her blood turned icy and her body froze in fear. Memories of third year came back; memories of Lupin turning into a werewolf and of Sirius Black transforming into a big black dog. She couldn't differentiate between the howls then, and she couldn't tell what kind of howl it was now. Maybe it was a werewolf or maybe it was her sleepy mind remembering Sirius Black.
Hermione shook her head and crept back into the hall. Her nighttime wandering were over for now; she needed sleep and hearing the howl was further proof of just how tired she was. Hermione slowly made her way back to Gryffindor tower, wishing she had her wand with her. She made it without incident and climbed through the portrait hole before ascending the stairs and flopping down into her bed.
In the morning, Hermione cracked open her eyes and groaned. She was still so tired, and she didn't know if she could make it through the day on so little sleep. She heard pounding on the dorm door and muffled voices from the other side.
"Hermione it's breakfast time!" Ron called.
"We have classes today sleepy head!" Harry countered. "You don't want to miss any of those!"
"C'mon Hermione, I'm hungry," Ron complained. "We can't wait for you forever!
"I just woke up, give me a break!" Hermione groaned. "I'll meet you down in the Great Hall."
"Okay!" Ron said cheerfully and Hermione heard him clomp down the stairs.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Harry asked with concern. "You're normally up by now."
"Yeah, just couldn't sleep well last night."
"Okay…" Harry retreated to the Great Hall and Hermione rolled out of bed. She quickly dressed for the day and shoved her parchments, quills, and textbooks into her bag before running to the Great Hall before the elves stopped serving breakfast.
As Hermione descended the staircase in front of the Great Hall, she ran into a figure coming from the dungeons. They ran into each other, and one cried out while the other went stumbling. Hermione would've fallen face first onto the floor if a hand hadn't snaked out and caught her collar.
Hermione sputtered as the fabric tightened around her throat and a voice sputtered out an apology. Another hand reached for her arm, and the one on her collar released its grip. She righted herself and turned hotly on her heel to confront the strangler.
"I would greatly appreciate it if -" the words died on her tongue as she looked up into steely grey eyes with dark shadows underneath. Her eyes traveled up farther to platinum blond hair.
"If I what?" Malfoy retorted. "Watched where I was going? I could say the same to you." He huffed and let go of her wrist. She brought it close to her chest, like she was protecting it from him.
"I was going to say run into me and then proceed to choke me," she responded, letting anger color her voice.
"Whatever Granger," he snorted as he turned to walk away. "Just stay out of my way."
As he turned, Hermione caught a glimpse of him pulling his sleeve over his left forearm. The bandage was gone, but he was still trying to hide something there.
Is Harry right to suspect Malfoy as a Death Eater? Hermione wondered as she stalked into the Great Hall, the ache disappearing slowly from her throat.
Seeing Harry and Ron at the Gryffindor table, Hermione briskly walked to them and plopped down into the seat next to Harry and grabbed a scone from the middle of the table.
"I just ran into your favorite ferret, Harry," she said before taking a bite. "He knocked me over and then tried to choke me."
Ron's face turned red, but Harry remained collected, though she could see a storm raging in his green eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "Do you need to go to the Hospital Wing?"
"I'm fine," Hermione said waving his worry away. She took another bite and swallowed, though a little painfully. "See?"
Harry gave her a sidelong glance but nodded. They fell into the rhythm of the school day, and the incident with Malfoy was nearly forgotten.
I would really love some reviews on this! Let me know what you think! I have so many ideas for how the plot will play out, and I really want all of you to love it, and your reviews help motivate me, and mold the story into one you want to hear. I love you all, and really hope you liked this first chapter. I'll try to get the next one up soon!
Happy reading! :)