Harmony of the Seas

by fandomgirl231

Hermione starts having strange encounters with water all over her first year at hogwarts. When her parents take her on a vacation to the U.S.A and she meets a certain black-haired sea spawn, secrets will be reviled, pasts uncovered, and stories rewritten. How will this change Hermione's life at hogwarts, her family and her future? And what will become of her and her scar faced be

1. 1 Trolls and Friends

Hermione POV

I raced to away from the crowd, away from people and mainly away from that foul red head Ronald Weasley . They know nothing about me . As I am running to the bathrooms a sob escapes me and I say

"How dare he ? He knows nothing about me ! A know - it - all ..seriously "to no one in particular.

As I turn into the bathroom tears start streaming down my face like a waterfall . The dam I built up finally broke . I cry my heart out for what Ron said was true , I had no friends .

I do not know how long I've been crying . But , suddenly , I hear a loud roar and distant sound of bricks being smashed . But I was too upset to notice . What did catch my attention was the sound of loud thundering footsteps .My head whipped around to check it out as curiosity filled me . The moment I saw what it was a strangled scream escaped me because I turned to find myself facing a troll . My normally operational and talkative brain stopped functioning and my already big eyes went wide .My hands immediately fly to mouth to prevent another scream from escaping me . I hide myself under the sink and start crawling towards the door in hopes of escaping before the beast notices me . I successfully reach the door and feel relieved but my heart immediately sinks for no matter how hard I try to yank the door open , it just doesn't budge Suddenly I feel a pair of eyes on me ad slowly turn around to see the troll facing me . I ran as fast I could towards the stalls and I see water shoot out from a perfectly good pipe to hit the troll right in the face and in the eyes giving me the time I needed to hide.

Suddenly the door that previously would not budge burst open to reveal two boys , Harry Potter and the very red head who made me cry . The troll momentarily turned around to see the two guests .

Harry P.O.V

"It's the girls' bathroom!" I gasped.

"Hermione!" we said together.

It was the last thing we wanted to do, but what choice did we have?Wheeling around, we sprinted back to the door and turned the key,fumbling in our panic. I pulled the door open and we ran inside.

Hermione Granger was shrinking against the wall opposite, looking as if she was about to faint. The troll was advancing on her, knocking the sinks off the walls as it went.

"Confuse it!" I said desperately to Ron, and, seizing a tap, he threw it as hard as he could against the troll stopped a few feet from Hermione. It lumbered around, blinking stupidly, to see what had made the noise. Its mean little eyes saw me. It hesitated, then made for me instead, lifting its club as it went.

"Oy, pea-brain!" yelled Ron from the other side of the chamber, and he threw a metal pipe at it. The troll didn't even seem to notice the pipe hitting its shoulder, but it heard the yell and paused again, turning its ugly snout toward Ron instead, giving me time to run around it.

"Come on, run, run!" I yelled at Hermione, trying to pull her toward the door, but she couldn't move, she was still flat against the wall,her mouth open with shouting and the echoes seemed to be driving the troll berserk. It roared again and started toward Ron, who was nearest and had no way to escape. I then did something that was both very brave and very stupid: I took a great running jump and managed to fasten my arms around the troll's neck from behind. The troll couldn't feel me hanging there,but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and my wand had still been in my hand when I jumped - it had gone straight up one of the troll's with pain, the troll twisted and flailed its club, with me clinging on for dear life; any second, the troll was going to rip me off or catch me a terrible blow with the club. Hermione had sunk to the floor in fright; Ron pulled out his own wand -not knowing what he was going to do he heard himself cry the first spell that came into his head: "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The club flew suddenly out of the troll's hand, rose high, high up into the air, turned slowly over - and dropped, with a sickening crack, onto its owner's head. The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the whole room tremble. I got to my feet. I was shaking and out of breath. Ron was standing there with his wand still raised, staring at what he had done.

It was Hermione who spoke first."Is it - dead?"

I don't think so,"I said , I think it's just been knocked out."

I bent down and pulled my wand out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue.

"Urgh - troll boogers." I wiped it on the troll's trousers.A sudden slamming and loud footsteps made the three of us look up. We hadn't realized what a racket we had been making, but of course,someone downstairs must have heard the crashes and the troll's roars. A moment later, Professor McGonagall had come bursting into the room,closely followed by Snape, with Quirrell bringing up the rear. Quirrell took one look at the troll, let out a faint whimper, and sat quickly down on a toilet, clutching his heart. Snape bent over the troll. Professor McGonagall was looking at Ron and I. I had never seen her look so angry. Her lips were of winning fifty points for Gryffindor faded quickly from my mind.

"What on earth were you thinking of?" said Professor McGonagall, with cold fury in her voice. Harry looked at Ron, who was still standing with his wand in the air. "You're lucky you weren't killed. Why aren't you in your dormitory?"

Snape gave Harry a swift, piercing look. Harry looked at the floor. He wished Ron would put his wand a small voice came out of the shadows.

"Please, Professor McGonagall - they were looking for me."

"Miss Granger!"

Hermione had managed to get to her feet at last. "I went looking for the troll because I - I thought I could deal with it on my own - you know, because I've read all about them."

I dropped my wand. Hermione Granger, telling a downright lie to a teacher?

"If they hadn't found me, I'd be dead now. Harry stuck his wand up its nose and Ron knocked it out with its own club. They didn't have time to come and fetch anyone. It was about to finish me off when they arrived."

Ron and I tried to look as though this story wasn't new to us.

"Well - in that case..." said Professor McGonagall, staring at the three of them, "Miss Granger, you foolish girl, how could you think of tackling a mountain troll on your own?"

Hermione hung her head. I was speechless. Hermione was the last person to do anything against the rules, and here she was, pretending she had, to get them out of trouble. It was as if Snape had started handing out sweets

."Miss Granger, five points will be taken from Gryffindor for this," saidProfessor McGonagall. "I'm very disappointed in you. If you're not hurt at all, you'd better get off to Gryffindor tower. Students are finishing the feast in their houses."

Hermione McGonagall turned to Ronand I ."Well, I still say you were lucky, but not many first years could have taken on a full-grown mountain troll. You each win Gryffindor five points. Professor Dumbledore will be informed of this. You may go."

We hurried out of the chamber and didn't speak at all until we

had climbed two floors up. It was a relief to be away from the smell of the troll, quite apart from anything else."We should have gotten more than ten points," Ron grumbled.

"Five, you mean, once she's taken off Hermione's."

"Good of her to get us out of trouble like that," Ron admitted.

"Mind you, we did save her."

"She might not have needed saving if we hadn't locked the thing in with her,"I reminded had reached the portrait of the Fat Lady."Pig snout," we said and entered.

The common room was packed and noisy. Everyone was eating the food that had been sent up. Hermione, however, stood alone by the door, waiting for us.

There was a very embarrassed pause. Then, none of us looking at each other, we all said "Thanks," and hurried off to get plates.

But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became my friend. There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.

Hermione P.O.V

It was a new day and I got up still shocked by what had happened . But it was the life-saving Water Squirt that was more puzzling and surprising . My logical mind says that it must be nothing , but there is this little voice in my head that keeps telling me to check it out . As I am getting ready , I decide to listen to the little voice and go check it out in the library after my classes . Today we have got the first Quidditch Match of the season .GRYFFINDOR VS SLYTHERIN.

I get dressed and head downstairs into the common room . I see Harry and the red head waiting there . Seeing Harry and remembering last night I feel embarrassment , gratitude , relief and joy surging through me .

Harry P.O.V

Ron and I are waiting for Hermione . I am pretty sure Ron made her cry and suddenly fight the urge to smack him in the face . While I was fighting the urge I see a bushy , brown haired girl , I realize it is Hermione . She looks pretty and happy and I find myself smiling and pulling Ron and going towards her . I still find it hard to believe that she lied to McGonagall to keep us from trouble .

I apologize and thank her profusely with Ron but she cuts us off and says

"Thank you ! I cannot imagine what would've happened to me if both of you hadn't shown up"

I interrupt her "Whoa ! Let me stop you right there . You kept us out of trouble and saved our lives ."

Ron and I add "You are our friend from now , if you want to be that is "

She pulls both of us into a hug so I guess that is a Yes .

Hermione P.O.V

I had friends . I was so happy that I pull them both into a hug .After breaking away , I say

"We have our first Quidditch Match and I don't want Harry to be late "

"Yeah ! I am so nervous ! What if I make a fool of myself ? "Harry said

I cut him off right there "No!No! You do not complete that sentence Harry James Potter"

I them with me towards the trophy cabinet and point towards a name on the plaque

"You won't make a fool of yourself . See It is in your blood . Your father James Potter was one of the best captains and seekers Hogwarts ever saw"

Third Person P.O.V(few days ago)

At three-thirty that afternoon, Harry, Ron, and the other Gryffindors hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for their first flying lesson. It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled under their feet as they marched down the sloping lawns toward a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the forbidden forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance.
The Slytherins were already there, and so were twenty broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. Harry had heard Fred and George Weasley complain about the school brooms, saying that some of them started to vibrate if you flew too high, or always flew slightly to the left.
Their teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, gray hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk.
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
Harry glanced down at his broom. It was old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles.
"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up!"'
"UP" everyone shouted.
Harry's broom jumped into his hand at once, but it was one of the few that did. Hermione Granger's had simply rolled over on the ground, and Neville's hadn't moved at all. Perhaps brooms, like horses, could tell when you were afraid, thought Harry; there was a quaver in Neville's voice that said only too clearly that he wanted to keep his feet on the ground.
Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips. Harry and Ron were delighted when she told Malfoy he'd been doing it wrong for years.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle - three - two -"

But Neville, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.
"Come back, boy!" she shouted, but Neville was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle - twelve feet - twenty feet. Harry saw his scared white face look down at the ground falling away, saw him gasp, slip sideways off the broom and -
WHAM - a thud and a nasty crack and Neville lay facedown on the grass in a heap. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and started to drift lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight.
Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his.
"Broken wrist," Harry heard her mutter. "Come on, boy - it's all right, up you get.".
She turned to the rest of the class.
"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear."
Neville, his face tear-streaked, clutching his wrist, hobbled off with Madam Hooch, who had her arm around him.
No sooner were they out of earshot than Malfoy burst into laughter.
"Did you see his face, the great lump?"
The other Slytherins joined in.
"Shut up, Malfoy," snapped Parvati Patil.
"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, a hard-faced Slytherin girl. "Never thought you'd like fat little crybabies, Parvati."
"Look!" said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him."
The Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up.
"Give that here, Malfoy," said Harry quietly. Everyone stopped talking to watch.
Malfoy smiled nastily.
"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find - how about - up a tree?"
"Give it here!" Harry yelled, but Malfoy had leapt onto his broomstick and taken off. He hadn't been lying, he could fly well. Hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak he called, "Come and get it, Potter!"
Harry grabbed his broom.
"No!" shouted Hermione Granger. "Madam Hooch told us not to move - you'll get us all into trouble." (I was so worried about Harry and his safety .)
Harry ignored her. Blood was pounding in his ears. He mounted the broom and kicked hard against the ground and up, up he soared; air rushed through his hair, and his robes whipped out behind him -and in a rush of fierce joy he realized he'd found something he could do without being taught - this was easy, this was wonderful. He pulled his broomstick up a little to take it even higher, and heard screams and gasps of girls back on the ground and an admiring whoop from Ron.
He turned his broomstick sharply to face Malfoy in midair. Malfoy looked stunned.
"Give it here," Harry called, "or I'll knock you off that broom!" "Oh, yeah?" said Malfoy, trying to sneer, but looking worried.
Harry knew, somehow, what to do. He leaned forward and grasped the broom tightly in both hands, and it shot toward Malfay like a javelin. Malfoy only just got out of the way in time; Harry made a sharp about-face and held the broom steady. A few people below were clapping.
"No Crabbe and Goyle up here to save your neck, Malfoy," Harry called.
The same thought seemed to have struck Malfoy.
"Catch it if you can, then!" he shouted, and he threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back toward the ground.
Harry saw, as though in slow motion, the ball rise up in the air and then start to fall. He leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down - next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the ball - wind whistled in his ears, mingled with the screams of people watching - he stretched out his hand - a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight, and he toppled gently onto the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in his fist. (That was a an amazing bloody fifty foot dive . I guess like father like son)
"HARRY POTTER!"
His heart sank faster than he'd just dived. Professor McGonagall was running toward them. He got to his feet, trembling. (Uh Oh Here comes trouble . I hope he does not get expelled . If anything like that happens , I am so gonna try to help him.)
"Never - in all my time at Hogwarts -"
Professor McGonagall was almost speechless with shock, and her glasses flashed furiously, "- how dare you - might have broken your neck -"
"It wasn't his fault, Professor -"
"Be quiet, Miss Patil
"But Malfoy -"
"That's enough, Mr. Weasley. Potter, follow me, now."
Harry caught sight of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle's triumphant faces as he left, walking numbly in Professor McGonagall's wake as she strode toward the castle. He was going to be expelled, he just knew it. He wanted to say something to defend himself, but there seemed to be something wrong with his voice. Professor McGonagall was sweeping along without even looking at him; he had to jog to keep up. Now he'd done it. He hadn't even lasted two weeks. He'd be packing his bags in ten minutes. What would the Dursleys say when he turned up on the doorstep?
Up the front steps, up the marble staircase inside, and still Professor McGonagall didn't say a word to him. She wrenched open doors and marched along corridors with Harry trotting miserably behind her. Maybe she was taking him to Dumbledore. He thought of Hagrid, expelled but allowed to stay on as gamekeeper. Perhaps he could be Hagrid's assistant. His stomach twisted as he imagined it, watching Ron and the others becoming wizards, while he stumped around the grounds carrying Hagrid's bag.
Professor McGonagall stopped outside a classroom. She opened the door and poked her head inside.
"Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, could I borrow Wood for a moment?"
Wood? thought Harry, bewildered; was Wood a cane she was going to use on him?
But Wood turned out to be a person, a burly fifth-year boy who came out of Flitwicks class looking confused.
"Follow me, you two," said Professor McGonagall, and they marched on up the corridor, Wood looking curiously at Harry.
"In here."
Professor McGonagall pointed them into a classroom that was empty except for Peeves, who was busy writing rude words on the blackboard.
"Out, Peeves!" she barked. Peeves threw the chalk into a bin, which clanged loudly, and he swooped out cursing. Professor McGonagall slammed the door behind him and turned to face the two boys.
"Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood - I've found you a Seeker."
Wood's expression changed from puzzlement to delight.
"Are you serious, Professor?"
"Absolutely," said Professor McGonagall crisply. "The boy's a natural. I've never seen anything like it. Was that your first time on a broomstick, Potter?"
Harry nodded silently. He didn't have a clue what was going on, but he didn't seem to be being expelled, and some of the feeling started coming back to his legs.
"He caught that thing in his hand after a fifty-foot dive," Professor McGonagall told Wood. "Didn't even scratch himself. Charlie Weasley couldn't have done it."
Wood was now looking as though all his dreams had come true at once.
"Ever seen a game of Quidditch, Potter?" he asked excitedly.
"Wood's captain of the Gryffindor team," Professor McGonagall explained.
"He's just the build for a Seeker, too," said Wood, now walking around Harry and staring at him. "Light - speedy - we'll have to get him a decent broom, Professor - a Nimbus Two Thousand or a Cleansweep Seven, I'd say."
I shall speak to Professor Dumbledore and see if we can't bend the first-year rule. Heaven knows, we need a better team than last year. Flattened in that last match by Slytherin, I couldn't look Severus Snape in the face for weeks..."
Professor McGonagall peered sternly over her glasses at Harry.
"I want to hear you're training hard, Potter, or I may change my mind about punishing you."
Then she suddenly smiled.
"Your father would have been proud," she said. "He was an excellent Quidditch player himself."
"You're joking."
It was dinnertime. Harry had just finished telling Ron what had happened when he'd left the grounds with Professor McGonagall. Ron had a piece of steak and kidney pie halfway to his mouth, but he'd forgotten all about it.
"Seeker?" he said. "But first years never - you must be the youngest house player in about a century, said Harry, shoveling pie into his mouth. He felt particularly hungry after the excitement of the afternoon. "Wood told me."
Ron was so amazed, so impressed, he just sat and gaped at Harry.
"I start training next week," said Harry. "Only don't tell anyone, Wood wants to keep it a secret."
Fred and George Weasley now came into the hall, spotted Harry, and hurried over.
"Well done," said George in a low voice. "Wood told us. We're on the team too - Beaters."
"I tell you, we're going to win that Quidditch cup for sure this year," said Fred. "We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year's team is going to be brilliant. You must be good, Harry, Wood was almost skipping when he told us."