Well I haven't written a story in a while so I decided to write one. Here you go I hope you all enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. All of the characters belong to J.K Rowling

Disclaimer 2: I got the days of the week idea from the book "My Sister's Keeper"

SUNDAY

Do you hear me gods of all that lives


Or did you turn your back to me?


Do you hear my voice is calling loud?


For you to show me all I need?


On a quest for knowledge I have found


But this sorrow

Power Symphony

There was not much to say about Hermione Granger. Even at the age of sixteen she still remained the same fantastic, aspiring student she was in her first year. Her bushy hair still getting in her eyes as she was trying to study, the same chocolate brown eyes and the same pondering, furrowed-brow face she used when she was concocting some idea. There was only one thing that changed that year and she herself is even surprised she is alive to tell the tale. This is a story, she claims, is one she will not soon forget and it involves her sixth year at Hogwarts and the people who have changed her life forever.

As Hermione awoke that morning to the sun streaming into her windows she turned over and put a pillow over her head. She grunted as the sound of her alarm clock started ringing. In her blind state she tried furiously to find the snooze button but to no avail and she ended up spilling water all over her night stand in the process. Even in her prime state of intelligence, Hermione Granger was not a morning person.

She went into her bathroom and retrieved a wash clothand started, eyes half open, to clean up the water she spilled and turned her alarm off. Today was a day before she would be on a train to the only place she felt at peace. Home was nice, yes. She had her caring, quiet mother who tried to do nothing but make her happy. She had her adoring father who she had loved to make proud. But the thing was Hermione was a woman now. She was ready to go off into the world and become something amazing, something she was unable to while being trapped in the confines of her house.

Hermione walked over to her dresser and picked up a framed photograph of Ron, herself and Harry. She smiled to herself and she remembered that time. Harry and Ron were unaware that the picture was being taken at the time and had eyes wide mouths wide open arguing about something or other. Hermione had one hand on Ron's ear and one hand on Harry's scolding them both for talking during a picture taking and SNAP! It was too late. Mrs. Weasley pleaded with them to take another one but as they all fell over laughing they agreed that this would be a picture they would all take home together to remember the time they spent in the Weasley house that summer.

Unfortunately, this year Hermione wasn't able to spend any time with Ron or Harry that summer. Inside, she was a little glad this left her more time for her studying and less for dilly dallying. Beginning your six year of Hogwarts is not an easy task when you are trying to get top scores on your N.E.W.T.s and being able to cope with every day responsibilities. It had finally become aware to Hermione that summer though, that she was lonely. She had Harry and Ron yes but Harry had been hinting at a new infatuation for Ginny (which Ron was oblivious to) and Ron had not stopped talking about Lavender Brown in his letters to her the entire duration of the summer. But she didn't want Harry nor Ron as someone to fill that void. It wasn't a friendship that she was missing. Hermione wanted love.

On her sixteenth birthday Hermione was finally shocked into reality as all of her muggle friends had brought their boyfriends over to attend her sweet sixteen. Virgin lips still rested on her face and a smile that never fully reached her eyes. She swatted this thought into the back of her mind for the remainder of her party telling herself that of course her muggle friends had time for a boyfriend. She was a strong woman and didn't need a man by her side to be happy. She claimed the only reason that her friends all had boyfriends was because they had become submissive in order to appease the male's ideal. She stood firm by her morals stating that in order to become what she wanted to be when she was an adult did not involve getting involved in stupid flings and one night stands that would end in her getting pregnant and never achieving what she wanted to achieve. "Knowledge is Power" was her motto. And she kept that in her mind and soul that day.

But as each day passed her will became weaker and weaker.

As she went out of the house going to the library couples passing, holding hands made her cringe. She started getting angrier and angrier finally snapping at her mother and she was telling the story of her first date with her father for the umpteenth time.

A week earlier she sat just outside the library with five books she would return the following weekend. She looked up at the sky and wondered to herself, "What is holding me back? I could get a guy if I wanted one right?" Now this was true. Hermione may not have been the most attractive woman there was but she had had her fair share of men but they just weren't right for her. As in every other case in her life, Hermione wanted perfection.

Hermione went downstairs to be greeted absent-mindedly by her mother who was heating up a cup of tea on the stove and by her father who was grumbling about something that was in the paper. She looked over and say yesterday's mail sitting on the kitchen counter. She reached over and saw one that was addressed Hermione Granger. She flipped the letter over and ripped it open.

Dear Ms. Hermione Granger,

We are pleased to inform you that you and three other students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry have achieved top scores on last years O.W.L.s. We enjoy having such fine scholars attending our facilities. We took the four highest scores (The highest in each house) and made the people who received them prefects. You are one of those people and we sent you this letter congratulating you and sending you a list of rules you will need to follow in order to be a prefect.

!.) You and the other prefects will meet once a week to discuss who will be patrolling what halls and who you will be partnered with for studying hour which will take place after you finish patrolling the halls. We do not want our best scholars falling behind due to extra responsibilities.

2.) You now have the privilege do give and take house points away. Any abuse of this privilege will result in revoking your status as a prefect.

3.) You may not discuss anything you do as a prefect to anyone who is not a prefect or Dumbledore and myself. Everything that goes on while you remain in your position willstay completely and utterly confidential.

4.) You all will be in the running for Head Boy and Head Girl for next year. Dumbledore and I will be watching all of you very closely.

5.) On the train you will need to remain in the prefect's compartment however you may still stay in your house dorms. If it would so please you, however, there is a prefect's bathroom that can be used by you or any of the other prefect's as you'd like. It is on the fourth floor, left hand side. On the painting will be a picture of a wizard cutting carrots with his wand. The password is: conscientia.

Congratulations once again and please enjoy your sixth year stay at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We hope to see you on the train on September first.

With all due respect,

Minerva Mcgonagall

Hermione closed the letter and set it down back where she found it. She decided not to tell her parents because they would find out soon enough. She knew she would get a bunch of "Why didn't you tell us?s and 'we're so proud of you!s'" She grabbed a piece of toast and spread marmalade on it and took a bite. Once she finished she set her dishes in the sink and retreated upstairs.

She started packing putting in clothes first, then books, then personal necessities. She placed the picture of Harry, Ron and her on top. She sighed and slammed her suit case down so no stray clothes would escape and sat on top of it. The only thing on her mind was the one thing she wish she could keep away. She was a prefect and this was a year she had to prove herself worthy of her professors' praise. So she did the only thing she knew how to do in situations that involved serious thinking. She would repeat things to herself so many times that that would be all she could think about instead of what was troubling her. She then started a mumbling chant that wouldn't stop until she fell asleep that night. "Knowledge is power, knowledge is power, knowledge is power…"

Wow that was my first chapter of a fan fiction in a long time. Please if you can tell me what you think! Thanks! Bye!