Chapter 1
Hermione Granger sat at her normal spot at the Gryffindor table with her nose stuck in its usual spot, in her books. It was her seventh year and to say that she was bored would be an understatement. Everything that her professors were teaching she had learned on her own over a year ago.
She heard her name being called and she knew it was her so-called friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. She knew what they probably wanted. The same thing they've wanted for the past six years, the answers to their homework. She was used to it now and didn't even bother to fight them anymore. She just absently took out her own homework and handed it to Ron as he sat down next to her.
"Hermione! How'd you know?" Ron exclaimed.
"Ron it's all you've ever wanted. For the past six years." Hermione answered, looking up from her books only long enough to grab a piece of toast before turning back to her books.
"Hermione, why are you studying? You know everything already." Harry commented.
Hermione ignored his question but silently answered. They were the only things that never failed her. Ever since Voldemort was destroyed last year by none other than Harry Potter he didn't seem to need her anymore. All she seemed good for then was solving the puzzles so Harry and Ron could go save the day and get all the credit.
"Hermione, what classes do we have today?" Harry asked after swallowing a mouthful bacon.
"Why don't you ever check the schedule yourself?" she asked.
"That's why we have you!" Ron laughed.
She sighed. She knew that already. They didn't ever seem to notice that she had grown up too. Over the summer she had learned to tame her wild chestnut hair into long soft waves that feel down to the middle of her back. They didn't notice how she had filled out either. She wasn't a skinny little girl anymore. She had grown into a very mature 17 year old, almost eighteen if you counted her time turner use.
"Charms." She answered. "We're supposed to be learning how to charm things to make them port keys."
"Boring!" Harry and Ron said together. Soon breakfast was over and the three of them headed out of the Great Hall and down to the Charms classroom. Professor Flitwick stood on his stack of books as they sat in their seats.
"Well, class today we are going to learn how to charm objects into port keys."
Hermione Granger sat at her normal spot at the Gryffindor table with her nose stuck in its usual spot, in her books. It was her seventh year and to say that she was bored would be an understatement. Everything that her professors were teaching she had learned on her own over a year ago.
She heard her name being called and she knew it was her so-called friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. She knew what they probably wanted. The same thing they've wanted for the past six years, the answers to their homework. She was used to it now and didn't even bother to fight them anymore. She just absently took out her own homework and handed it to Ron as he sat down next to her.
"Hermione! How'd you know?" Ron exclaimed.
"Ron it's all you've ever wanted. For the past six years." Hermione answered, looking up from her books only long enough to grab a piece of toast before turning back to her books.
"Hermione, why are you studying? You know everything already." Harry commented.
Hermione ignored his question but silently answered. They were the only things that never failed her. Ever since Voldemort was destroyed last year by none other than Harry Potter he didn't seem to need her anymore. All she seemed good for then was solving the puzzles so Harry and Ron could go save the day and get all the credit.
"Hermione, what classes do we have today?" Harry asked after swallowing a mouthful bacon.
"Why don't you ever check the schedule yourself?" she asked.
"That's why we have you!" Ron laughed.
She sighed. She knew that already. They didn't ever seem to notice that she had grown up too. Over the summer she had learned to tame her wild chestnut hair into long soft waves that feel down to the middle of her back. They didn't notice how she had filled out either. She wasn't a skinny little girl anymore. She had grown into a very mature 17 year old, almost eighteen if you counted her time turner use.
"Charms." She answered. "We're supposed to be learning how to charm things to make them port keys."
"Boring!" Harry and Ron said together. Soon breakfast was over and the three of them headed out of the Great Hall and down to the Charms classroom. Professor Flitwick stood on his stack of books as they sat in their seats.
"Well, class today we are going to learn how to charm objects into port keys."